Turk Residence-- Thursday 6:00 PM

[carlaturkleton]

The babysitter called the hospital at noon to tell me Izzy had been coughing all day and had a slightly elevated temperature.  I rushed home right away after leaving all my responsibilities to another nurse.  I still panic when something goes wrong with her.  I'm bouncing her on my hip as I stir the sauce for the enchiladas. I had dug the recipe

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[drbrownbear]

I step into the apartment and smile when I see Carla holding the baby monitor while something that smells awesome cooks on the stove. “I’m home.”

I kiss Carla on the cheek as I make my way into the bedroom to put down my stuff and change into something that isn’t scrubs. “When are Elliot and JD getting here. And what smells so good?”

[barbiemd]

Driving here had been an experience. JD seemed to twitch every time I went anything close to the actually speed limit. I mean, I can't blame him: neither of us are big fans of driving anymore. We were here in one piece, so that's a start. I knock on the door, in hand a bottle of wine that I had snatched from the numerous engagement party gifts Keith and I had received. (I mean, you're only supposed to return wedding gifts, right?) After making a mention note to keep the wine as far from JD as possible, I turn to him, "Hey, how's your leg doing?"

[jdorian]

I am about to suggest we walk to Turk's place, but I know it would be so much easier to just drive. I just don't like cars anymore, especially when Elliot is in them. Even if the time of the accident I was the one driving. That is not the point. I am back to using my cane now, and I am trying a new trick to impress Turk, but I almost hit Elliot with it so I just set the cane down again and answer her question. "It's okay," I nod "better, I guess."

[carlaturkleton]

Three knocks.

"Turk, Elliot and JD are here, can you get the door?" I pour the sauce over the chicken filled tortillas and sprinkle pepper jack cheese on top. I added extra hot sauce; I hoped no one would mind.

More knocking. I quickly shut the oven door before walking across the kitchen. "Never mind Turk, I got it."

I was happy to see the two of them, and accepted the wine gratefully. I had hoped to mingle over drinks before eating. I had even made JD mock-appletinis; he really shouldn't be drinking no matter how much information he might tell me in that state.