General Hospital - Scrubs Fic - Come Back 10/20
Originally posted by: tkfaf Sep 9 2007, 08:51 PM
I am so glad that everyone seemed to like the Jason/Robin interaction and thank you for all the positive responses. With all the upcoming Scrubs angst about to be on our screens, I may not be updating this one quite as quickly, but I am currently working on a happy, fluffy, fun Scrubs one shot that will hopefully make up for it. I hope you enjoy this update and keep the comments coming because I love hearing what you all think of my little story.
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Chapter 10
Patrick slowly woke up, enjoying the familiar weight of Robin’s head on his chest. Her shoulders were enveloped completely by his lanky arm.
“Dr. Drake!”
His eyes flew open at the unexpected voice that called his name. Epiphany was leaning over the bed wearing the ordered isolation mask, gown, and gloves. He blinked his eyes several times then looked around the room trying to get his bearings. He remembered laying down in the bed with Robin, but he had meant to move to the chair before he fell asleep.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He mumbled while disentangling himself from Robin. Epiphany’s eyes watched him skeptically as he started to get out of Robin’s bed. The stiffness of being crammed into the small hospital bed with her and the isolation gown that had twisted around his legs made him stumble. She quickly reached out a steadying arm and gave him a disapproving look.
“Maybe I should take your vitals as soon as I’m done with Robin’s.”
“I said I was fine Epiphany.” Patrick said massaging his neck.
Epiphany raised an eyebrow at him before turning to take Robin’s vitals.
“That whole ‘I’m Fine’ routine would work a lot better if you weren’t trying to kiss the floor and I didn’t know that you’ve spent the last few hours ignoring basic precautions like a mask.”
“Epiphany…” Patrick tried to reason with her, but she cut him off with a wagging finger and a glare.
“Don’t explain it to me Dr. Drake,” Epiphany fussed at him. “It’s Dr. Cooper’s orders you ignored. Orders, that you know darn well were put in place to protect her AND you.” Pip’s pointed at Robin and then Patrick, giving an extra emphasis to her words.
“Epiphany, I’m really not in the mood for this right now.”
“Do I look like I care? I don’t need you getting sick on my watch,” she told him sternly while updating Robin’s chart.
“Gee Epiphany, your concern for my well being is truly touching.” He didn’t care that his voice dripped with sarcasm.
Putting the chart down, Epiphany narrowed her eyes. “Dr. Scorpio must have the patience of a saint to put up with the likes of you, but it would be in your best interest right now to remember that I am not her.”
It was frustrating trying to keep up with Epiphany’s razor sharp tongue, especially when he was exhausted, so he threw up the white flag.
“I’m going to get some coffee.”
“Maybe you should look for some sense while you’re out there,” he heard her say as he left the room.
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Dr. Cooper poured a cup of coffee for himself and his friend.
“Alan, if your son hadn’t found her when he did, she might not be here right now.”
“I still can’t believe Robin was up there. Looking at her chart, she shouldn’t have been physically capable of the feat.”
“Your daughter and Noah apparently arrived while Jason was trying to talk her down. She said they had to hold Patrick back until Jason got her down off the wall.”
Alan stared at his coffee cup and Tom thought he saw just a hint of sadness in his friend’s eyes.
“Emily told me a couple of years ago that Jason saved her from falling once before. I think it was from a bridge, but I didn’t know about it at the time.”
Tom was surprised both that Dr. Scorpio ever had a defeatist attitude and the rare glimpse of emotion that seemed to be behind Alan’s words.
“Well with the confusion caused by the infection, she very well may have been replaying that incident last night.”
“You only met Robin after she came back as a doctor. Back then, she was a scared young woman who had just lost her first love and was dealing with her own diagnosis.” Alan sighed and looked at his coffee. “Until she met Jason, she had very little in her life to look forward to and Jason was…” Alan’s voice trailed off as if he wasn’t sure what Jason was.
“I take it you and your son aren’t close.”
Alan sighed again. “We haven’t been close since he woke up from his coma after the car accident. I realize now that I pushed him away after his head injury.” It was obvious that Alan had a lot of regrets where his son was concerned. “He changed and instead of getting to know who he had become, I was too busy grieving for who he was.”
Although he hadn’t been involved with Jason’s case, Tom knew about the accident. He hadn’t had any idea of the emotional toll it had taken on the family until he saw it lay bare on Alan’s face as he spoke.
“Alan, I’m so sorry…” The conversation was interrupted by Patrick who burst into the room and made a bee line for the coffee maker. His only acknowledgment of their presence was a small nod.
“How are you doing this morning Patrick?” Alan asked.
“Okay, I guess.”
Dr. Cooper could see the signs of exhaustion etched on his face.
“Did you get any rest?”
“Some,” he replied flatly.
“Well, if we all have our coffee, let’s get Emily and Noah to join us in the conference room.”
Patrick merely nodded and they all filed out.
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Dr. Cooper sat at the head of the table with Emily and her father on his right with Patrick and his father across from them on his left. Looking at them, he had a rare moment of regret that he didn’t have a child of his own to follow in his footsteps.
“Okay, why don’t we get started shall we?” Seeing no objections, Dr. Cooper continued. “Right now Robin is somewhat stable, but still not out of the woods yet.”
“Have we got a diagnosis yet?” Patrick asked.
“Not a final diagnosis, but I did review her preliminary lab reports again this morning, as well as the most recent labs on Michael Corinthos. It’s looking more and more like meningitis caused by Neisseria, which is why I’m recommending a change of antibiotics.” Dr. Cooper heard a collective intake of breath around the table. He didn’t need to tell them that in the best cases, where treatment was started immediately, patients died almost fifteen percent of the time. When treatment was delayed too long, the odds were more like fifty-fifty. Robin’s case fell somewhere in between.
“Since Dr. Scorpio seems to have picked this up so easily from Michael, I’m going to put all of us on preventative antibiotics too.”
“I assume it becomes a watch and see game at this point?” Noah asked.
“Yes. We are going to keep her in strict isolation for now, take hourly vitals, and because of her altered mental status, I want someone in the room with her at all times. We don’t want her wandering the hospital again.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. As a matter of fact, we might need Mac for crowd control.” Alan said.
“Speaking of Mac, has anyone contacted him this morning or the rest of her family yet?” Dr. Cooper asked the group.
Patrick spoke up for the first time since they had entered the conference room. “I left her mother a message last night, but she hasn’t called back. I was going to call Mac this morning.”
“I think that would be a good idea.” Dr. Cooper concurred. “Is there anyone else we should contact?”
“I think I’ll leave that up to Mac.”
“That sounds good.” Dr. Cooper addressed his next comments to Alan. “I’d like you to bring Monica up to speed after we leave here.” He raised his hand to quell the objection or comment that Patrick was getting ready to make. “Just as a precaution,” he said. “This bug is hard to get under control and can cause problems in other body systems very quickly. I want to make sure that if we need to bring in other specialists, they are ready to jump right in.”
“Monica would be glad to consult on this case, but did you have someone in mind for the night?” Alan asked.
“I already talked with Dr. Julian, so the night is covered. I’d also like us all to get together as a group at 7am and 7pm everyday until Robin is out of danger.” Looking around the table, Dr. Cooper saw no objections. “Well, unless anyone has something else to add, I think I will go home for some much needed rest, but I’ll be back at six tonight.” Everyone nodded and followed his lead as he slowly rose from the table. They all began to file out of the room except for Alan, who hung back.
“Thank you Tom, both for listening earlier and taking such good care of Robin.”
“I’m more than happy to do it, on both accounts. Don’t hesitate to call me today for any reason.”
“Get some rest Tom. We’ll be fine until you get back.”
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Patrick stood on the roof, looking through his cell phone for Mac’s number. Mac was probably already at the station, he thought, picking the work number and hitting the green call button. He closed his eyes as he listened to the call ring through. He opened his eyes again as the gruff desk sergeant answered.
“PCPD.”
“I need to speak with Commissioner Scorpio.”
“Who’s calling?”
“Tell him it’s Patrick Drake.” He heard the man yell for Mac before he was put on hold. The end of a jazz song and half of the weather report played over the phone from one of the local radio stations before Mac finally picked up.
“Make it quick Drake. The station is a mad house this morning.” Patrick could hear all the commotion over the phone and knew what he was about to tell Robin’s uncle wasn’t going to be easy for either of them.
“Mac, Robin’s in the hospital.”
“Well of course she is Drake. She does work there. SPENCER!” He yelled, causing Patrick to move his cell phone further from his ear. Lucky must have come to Mac’s door, because Mac lowered his voice to a quiet bellow. “Get those guys booked and down to the holding cells. I want them ready to be arraigned before lunch and shut my door!” Patrick couldn’t hear Lucky’s response, but he could probably guess what it was anyway since the background noise disappeared. “Now what were you saying Drake?”
“Robin’s been admitted to the hospital.” His words were met with silence and Patrick knew that Mac realized what he had been trying to say.
“When?” Mac finally asked.
“Last night,” Patrick answered.
“How bad is it?”
“She’s pretty sick Mac. I think you better get down here as soon as you can.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.” Mac said and then immediately hung up.
Patrick slowly put the phone back in his pocket and took a deep breath before heading for the roof door.
I am so glad that everyone seemed to like the Jason/Robin interaction and thank you for all the positive responses. With all the upcoming Scrubs angst about to be on our screens, I may not be updating this one quite as quickly, but I am currently working on a happy, fluffy, fun Scrubs one shot that will hopefully make up for it. I hope you enjoy this update and keep the comments coming because I love hearing what you all think of my little story.
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Chapter 10
Patrick slowly woke up, enjoying the familiar weight of Robin’s head on his chest. Her shoulders were enveloped completely by his lanky arm.
“Dr. Drake!”
His eyes flew open at the unexpected voice that called his name. Epiphany was leaning over the bed wearing the ordered isolation mask, gown, and gloves. He blinked his eyes several times then looked around the room trying to get his bearings. He remembered laying down in the bed with Robin, but he had meant to move to the chair before he fell asleep.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He mumbled while disentangling himself from Robin. Epiphany’s eyes watched him skeptically as he started to get out of Robin’s bed. The stiffness of being crammed into the small hospital bed with her and the isolation gown that had twisted around his legs made him stumble. She quickly reached out a steadying arm and gave him a disapproving look.
“Maybe I should take your vitals as soon as I’m done with Robin’s.”
“I said I was fine Epiphany.” Patrick said massaging his neck.
Epiphany raised an eyebrow at him before turning to take Robin’s vitals.
“That whole ‘I’m Fine’ routine would work a lot better if you weren’t trying to kiss the floor and I didn’t know that you’ve spent the last few hours ignoring basic precautions like a mask.”
“Epiphany…” Patrick tried to reason with her, but she cut him off with a wagging finger and a glare.
“Don’t explain it to me Dr. Drake,” Epiphany fussed at him. “It’s Dr. Cooper’s orders you ignored. Orders, that you know darn well were put in place to protect her AND you.” Pip’s pointed at Robin and then Patrick, giving an extra emphasis to her words.
“Epiphany, I’m really not in the mood for this right now.”
“Do I look like I care? I don’t need you getting sick on my watch,” she told him sternly while updating Robin’s chart.
“Gee Epiphany, your concern for my well being is truly touching.” He didn’t care that his voice dripped with sarcasm.
Putting the chart down, Epiphany narrowed her eyes. “Dr. Scorpio must have the patience of a saint to put up with the likes of you, but it would be in your best interest right now to remember that I am not her.”
It was frustrating trying to keep up with Epiphany’s razor sharp tongue, especially when he was exhausted, so he threw up the white flag.
“I’m going to get some coffee.”
“Maybe you should look for some sense while you’re out there,” he heard her say as he left the room.
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Dr. Cooper poured a cup of coffee for himself and his friend.
“Alan, if your son hadn’t found her when he did, she might not be here right now.”
“I still can’t believe Robin was up there. Looking at her chart, she shouldn’t have been physically capable of the feat.”
“Your daughter and Noah apparently arrived while Jason was trying to talk her down. She said they had to hold Patrick back until Jason got her down off the wall.”
Alan stared at his coffee cup and Tom thought he saw just a hint of sadness in his friend’s eyes.
“Emily told me a couple of years ago that Jason saved her from falling once before. I think it was from a bridge, but I didn’t know about it at the time.”
Tom was surprised both that Dr. Scorpio ever had a defeatist attitude and the rare glimpse of emotion that seemed to be behind Alan’s words.
“Well with the confusion caused by the infection, she very well may have been replaying that incident last night.”
“You only met Robin after she came back as a doctor. Back then, she was a scared young woman who had just lost her first love and was dealing with her own diagnosis.” Alan sighed and looked at his coffee. “Until she met Jason, she had very little in her life to look forward to and Jason was…” Alan’s voice trailed off as if he wasn’t sure what Jason was.
“I take it you and your son aren’t close.”
Alan sighed again. “We haven’t been close since he woke up from his coma after the car accident. I realize now that I pushed him away after his head injury.” It was obvious that Alan had a lot of regrets where his son was concerned. “He changed and instead of getting to know who he had become, I was too busy grieving for who he was.”
Although he hadn’t been involved with Jason’s case, Tom knew about the accident. He hadn’t had any idea of the emotional toll it had taken on the family until he saw it lay bare on Alan’s face as he spoke.
“Alan, I’m so sorry…” The conversation was interrupted by Patrick who burst into the room and made a bee line for the coffee maker. His only acknowledgment of their presence was a small nod.
“How are you doing this morning Patrick?” Alan asked.
“Okay, I guess.”
Dr. Cooper could see the signs of exhaustion etched on his face.
“Did you get any rest?”
“Some,” he replied flatly.
“Well, if we all have our coffee, let’s get Emily and Noah to join us in the conference room.”
Patrick merely nodded and they all filed out.
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Dr. Cooper sat at the head of the table with Emily and her father on his right with Patrick and his father across from them on his left. Looking at them, he had a rare moment of regret that he didn’t have a child of his own to follow in his footsteps.
“Okay, why don’t we get started shall we?” Seeing no objections, Dr. Cooper continued. “Right now Robin is somewhat stable, but still not out of the woods yet.”
“Have we got a diagnosis yet?” Patrick asked.
“Not a final diagnosis, but I did review her preliminary lab reports again this morning, as well as the most recent labs on Michael Corinthos. It’s looking more and more like meningitis caused by Neisseria, which is why I’m recommending a change of antibiotics.” Dr. Cooper heard a collective intake of breath around the table. He didn’t need to tell them that in the best cases, where treatment was started immediately, patients died almost fifteen percent of the time. When treatment was delayed too long, the odds were more like fifty-fifty. Robin’s case fell somewhere in between.
“Since Dr. Scorpio seems to have picked this up so easily from Michael, I’m going to put all of us on preventative antibiotics too.”
“I assume it becomes a watch and see game at this point?” Noah asked.
“Yes. We are going to keep her in strict isolation for now, take hourly vitals, and because of her altered mental status, I want someone in the room with her at all times. We don’t want her wandering the hospital again.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. As a matter of fact, we might need Mac for crowd control.” Alan said.
“Speaking of Mac, has anyone contacted him this morning or the rest of her family yet?” Dr. Cooper asked the group.
Patrick spoke up for the first time since they had entered the conference room. “I left her mother a message last night, but she hasn’t called back. I was going to call Mac this morning.”
“I think that would be a good idea.” Dr. Cooper concurred. “Is there anyone else we should contact?”
“I think I’ll leave that up to Mac.”
“That sounds good.” Dr. Cooper addressed his next comments to Alan. “I’d like you to bring Monica up to speed after we leave here.” He raised his hand to quell the objection or comment that Patrick was getting ready to make. “Just as a precaution,” he said. “This bug is hard to get under control and can cause problems in other body systems very quickly. I want to make sure that if we need to bring in other specialists, they are ready to jump right in.”
“Monica would be glad to consult on this case, but did you have someone in mind for the night?” Alan asked.
“I already talked with Dr. Julian, so the night is covered. I’d also like us all to get together as a group at 7am and 7pm everyday until Robin is out of danger.” Looking around the table, Dr. Cooper saw no objections. “Well, unless anyone has something else to add, I think I will go home for some much needed rest, but I’ll be back at six tonight.” Everyone nodded and followed his lead as he slowly rose from the table. They all began to file out of the room except for Alan, who hung back.
“Thank you Tom, both for listening earlier and taking such good care of Robin.”
“I’m more than happy to do it, on both accounts. Don’t hesitate to call me today for any reason.”
“Get some rest Tom. We’ll be fine until you get back.”
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Patrick stood on the roof, looking through his cell phone for Mac’s number. Mac was probably already at the station, he thought, picking the work number and hitting the green call button. He closed his eyes as he listened to the call ring through. He opened his eyes again as the gruff desk sergeant answered.
“PCPD.”
“I need to speak with Commissioner Scorpio.”
“Who’s calling?”
“Tell him it’s Patrick Drake.” He heard the man yell for Mac before he was put on hold. The end of a jazz song and half of the weather report played over the phone from one of the local radio stations before Mac finally picked up.
“Make it quick Drake. The station is a mad house this morning.” Patrick could hear all the commotion over the phone and knew what he was about to tell Robin’s uncle wasn’t going to be easy for either of them.
“Mac, Robin’s in the hospital.”
“Well of course she is Drake. She does work there. SPENCER!” He yelled, causing Patrick to move his cell phone further from his ear. Lucky must have come to Mac’s door, because Mac lowered his voice to a quiet bellow. “Get those guys booked and down to the holding cells. I want them ready to be arraigned before lunch and shut my door!” Patrick couldn’t hear Lucky’s response, but he could probably guess what it was anyway since the background noise disappeared. “Now what were you saying Drake?”
“Robin’s been admitted to the hospital.” His words were met with silence and Patrick knew that Mac realized what he had been trying to say.
“When?” Mac finally asked.
“Last night,” Patrick answered.
“How bad is it?”
“She’s pretty sick Mac. I think you better get down here as soon as you can.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.” Mac said and then immediately hung up.
Patrick slowly put the phone back in his pocket and took a deep breath before heading for the roof door.