Warning: This is a serious filler chapter. I need it to set things up for the forthcoming chapters, but nothing realy happens. Please bear that in mind. :)
Ah, it’s a good feeling knowing you put your girlfriend’s jackass parents in their place. It is, trust me. Since I told Elliot’s parents off for the nasty way they were acting towards her, they’ve been getting along great. It’s all been smiles and hugs and kindness. Of course, it’s all been fake, but if it makes it easier for Elliot to put up with them, I’m not going to say anything.
While Elliot has been getting along with the parentals, I have not. Apparently they (and by that I mean Elliot’s father) have a problem with the fact that I stood up to them. Sure, her dad did apologise a few hours after it happened but that appears to have made him hate me more. Seems he isn’t the kind of person who takes being in the wrong very well. Funny that.
Since Elliot’s dad and I aren’t exactly seeing eye to eye, I’ve been staying in my own apartment for the last few days. I haven’t done that in ages, apart from the odd night here and there when I’ve been on call and Elliot hasn’t, or vice versa. It’s weird; I’ve been quite bored at my apartment by myself. I guess I’m not really used to it so much now. I’ve been spending most of my time with Elliot.
I haven’t seen much of Elliot for the past few days lately. That’s partly because I haven’t been staying at her place, but it’s also because I just have not stopped working! Honestly, it’s like every time I’m just about to end my shift, another emergency is rushed in and I have to take care of it. I don’t mean to sound insensitive, but can’t those people time their car accidents and heart attacks better? You know, time them so I don’t have to deal with them! Like I said I’m not normally that insensitive, but when other people make me spend more time at work than I’m supposed to, I get cranky!
Anyway. Elliot’s birthday is in two days. And, luckily enough, we’re both off work that day. Elliot had the day off anyway; I swapped shifts with someone. Elliot’s decided that she wants her thirtieth birthday to be low-key. She really doesn’t want me or Carla or Turk to make a big deal. She says her parents (and by that she means her mother) will use it as an excuse to mock her and ridicule her and make her feel bad about the fact she’s thirty and she’s not married and she doesn’t have any kids. I know that stuff doesn’t bother Elliot, at least when her parents aren’t around, but her mother is a malicious woman.
On the subject of low-key birthdays. Elliot’s birthday will be seriously low-key. She really doesn’t want a fuss. All she wants is to hang out, if the weather’s nice maybe have lunch in the park and later on a night just watch some DVDs. See, really low-key, really relaxed. It’ll be great.
Oh great, it’s Dr Kelso. And he’s not in a good mood today. He hasn’t had his morning caffeine fix. That’s gonna make work better today.
“Here is the revised schedule for this week. Please note that you all have extra shifts to cover Mickhead’s absence.”
Mickhead’s absence? I wonder if another one of his wives has died suspiciously. Wouldn’t surprise me.
Dr Kelso continues talking. “Be sure to check the schedule carefully. There will be know shift switching from these schedules. And if the new rota interferes with any previously made plans, please, allow me to say… tough crap. Enjoy!”
Once Dr Kelso walks off, all the doctor’s scramble to see the new rota. Nobody wants to be working extra shifts. My eyes scroll down the list until I find my name.
Let me be one of many to say this: fire alarms suck. Actually, most of the time they don’t. Most of the time they at least mean time out of class, but this is one of those times I would rather be in class. You see, it’s pouring with rain and I’m standing outside with just a my thin shirt and my tie. No sweater, no jacket. Just a shirt. And pants, of course.
“The one day,” I growl. “The one day I don’t wear a coat is the day I get stuck outside in the rain! The one. Day!”
“It could be worse,” Kate says.
“Please explain, woman who is wearing a coat!”
“Well, you’re wearing a black shirt,” Kate explains. “You could be wearing a white one.”
“Yes, okay. You’re right,” I say resignedly.
Some random says this: “Looks like we’re going to be out here for a while yet.”
“Okay...” I say calmly. “Okay… I’m gonna fricking freeze to death out here!!!”
“And she’s turning into Pissedoff Reid!” Kate says. “She’s even using ‘frick’!”
“You are enjoying this waaaay too much!” God, I am pissed off.
“Take my coat,” Michael says, removing a semi-padded black jacket.
“What?” I ask.
“Take the jumper. You’re obviously freezing.”
I look at him curiously. “Are you sure? Won’t you freeze?”
“Yeah. You clearly need it more than me. And I have my black sweater as well anyway.”
I smile and put the coat on. “Thanks.” God, I feel warmer already.
Why the hell is Kate smirking?
“Hey, what’s with you?” I ask.
Kate’s smirk falters, but she’s clearly trying not to laugh. “Oh. Nothing.”
So, I’m in a bit of a panic. Despite the amount of planning and favour-owning I did to make sure I had Elliot’s birthday off, I’ve still ended up working on her birthday. Stupid Mickhead.
This really sucks. The one thing Elliot asked to do on her birthday was – and I quote - ‘to hang out, if the weather’s nice maybe have lunch in the park and later on a night just watch some DVDs’. And now, if I’m stuck in this stupid place, I’ve basically done nothing for Elliot for her birthday. I’m screwed.
I’m heading in to the cafeteria. There’s always someone to talk to there. Oh good, there’s Carla.
“What’s up, Bambi?” she says.
“I need your help.”
She sighs. “Again?”
“What wrong this time, JD?”
“I’m working on Elliot’s birthday.”
“Okay. That’s quite crappy, but that’s not so bad.”
“I promised her I’d be off.”
“Well, that’s a bit worse,” Carla says. “But it’s not a catastrophe. Elliot’s reasonable, she understands how it works around here.”
“You see… the thing is… that was the main thing she wanted, for us to just be together, without anything fancy happening. That’s all.”
Carla nods. “Now you’re slightly more screwed.” She stays quiet for a few seconds. “Okay, this could be recoverable. Can you swap shifts with someone?”
“Nope. Kelso’s banned it. And the only person I would have a chance of swapping with would be Elliot.”
“And that would just be completely defeating the purpose,” Carla says knowingly.
I speak quietly for some reason. “I do have an idea or two about making this work, but I’m not sure if I could pull it off between today and tomorrow. I’m gonna need your help.”
“Okay…” Carla says nervously.
“Where’s the nearest computer?”
AN: Okay. I’m not a fan of this chapter. It’s one of those ones that needs to be there to set up for the next couple of chapters, but nothing particularly interesting happens in it. I’m sorry. Feel free to tell me it suck, but I’m hoping the next few chapters will make up for it.
Current Mood: cold