If
If I hadn’t taken Newfeld’s shift that night, my entire life could have been so different.
1981
Garret shook the rain off his umbrella and walked into the ER.
“Macy, thought we’d seen the last of you until Monday, pal.” Mike Waters called out as Garret entered the on call lounge.
“So did I, but Tom Newfeld caught me at home, seems his wife decided to have the baby this month instead of waiting for her due date. Women.” He shrugged, pulling off his raincoat and grabbing clean scrubs.
“Just wait Macy; you’ll meet one that’ll set you on your ass someday.” Waters answered sagely with the benefit of four years of marriage behind him.
“Not me, Mike, I intend to stay single, give me a hot woman, a good cigar and a scotch, but no wedding rings.” Garret laughed, pulling off his clothes and putting on the scrubs. “How’s it been tonight anyway?” He asked.
“Quiet for a Saturday night actually.” Mike said, putting on his overcoat. “Maybe you’ll have sometime to hit on the new nurse up in OB. I hear she’s hot.”
“Yeah, with that proposal gleam in her eye. No thanks.” Garret laughed as they headed out to the desk, Mike to sign out and Garret to check the board.
He smiled at the head nurse. “Anybody waiting, Patty?”
“You’ve got a suture in curtain 3, some blonde tangled with a friend’s parrot.” The nurse grinned at him.
Garret grabbed the chart and walked over to curtain three, pulling it back as he looked down for the name. “Hi there Miss Winston, let’s see what we have here.” He said.
“Please call me Maggie.” A voice like warm honey answered him. He looked up into a beautiful pair of blue eyes, lit by a smile that invited one in return.
Muse: Garret Macy
Fandom: Misc. TV/ Crossing Jordan
Words: 304
1981
Garret shook the rain off his umbrella and walked into the ER.
“Macy, thought we’d seen the last of you until Monday, pal.” Mike Waters called out as Garret entered the on call lounge.
“So did I, but Tom Newfeld caught me at home, seems his wife decided to have the baby this month instead of waiting for her due date. Women.” He shrugged, pulling off his raincoat and grabbing clean scrubs.
“Just wait Macy; you’ll meet one that’ll set you on your ass someday.” Waters answered sagely with the benefit of four years of marriage behind him.
“Not me, Mike, I intend to stay single, give me a hot woman, a good cigar and a scotch, but no wedding rings.” Garret laughed, pulling off his clothes and putting on the scrubs. “How’s it been tonight anyway?” He asked.
“Quiet for a Saturday night actually.” Mike said, putting on his overcoat. “Maybe you’ll have sometime to hit on the new nurse up in OB. I hear she’s hot.”
“Yeah, with that proposal gleam in her eye. No thanks.” Garret laughed as they headed out to the desk, Mike to sign out and Garret to check the board.
He smiled at the head nurse. “Anybody waiting, Patty?”
“You’ve got a suture in curtain 3, some blonde tangled with a friend’s parrot.” The nurse grinned at him.
Garret grabbed the chart and walked over to curtain three, pulling it back as he looked down for the name. “Hi there Miss Winston, let’s see what we have here.” He said.
“Please call me Maggie.” A voice like warm honey answered him. He looked up into a beautiful pair of blue eyes, lit by a smile that invited one in return.
Muse: Garret Macy
Fandom: Misc. TV/ Crossing Jordan
Words: 304