Post by elicia on Apr 7, 2006 17:49:14 GMT 10
Here is the companion piece to Rumor has it. This time it's the Luby part of the story. Both stories are standalones, but it might be more fun to read them together.
“Wow, you’re so good for my ego.” Luka chuckled as he took another sip of his beer.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yawn.” She fought hard to stifle another one. “Today was just exhausting. I spent the whole day running from one patient to the other and get adequate treatment for them. Then I had to rush home to get ready for the wedding and back here for the ceremony. And now just thinking that I’m on duty tomorrow morning at 7 am, makes me want to put my head on the counter and sleep.”
“It’s a real pity your Attendings are such pains… I feel for you.”
“I didn’t say that either.” She added with a shocked smile. He questioningly raised his eyebrows. “You were perfect today and very supportive.”
“That’s not what you said this morning and in the ambulance bay.” He reminded her.
“Hey! Are you going to use everything I say against me? I’ll let you know, that I’m allowed to change my mind.”
“Sure, you are. But I’m just wondering, does that have something to do with the fact that I will soon be your boss?” He scratched his head as though he was pondering. She playfully hit him and Luka burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s a very bad thought.” She answered giggling. “I’m hurt now. And it’s not my fault if you misunderstood what I told you.”
“I didn’t misunderstand…” He teasingly noted.
“Yeah well…” She blushed and simply smiled at him. A change of topic was required. “Do you think Neela would be angry at me, if I’d go now?”
“Isn’t the Maid of Honor supposed to stay at least until the bride and the groom leave?” He wondered serious again. “You should wait for them to go home.”
“Yeah, guess I should.” She looked longingly at her friends. They were dancing and didn’t seem likely to leave any time soon. “Is it me or was this cake way too sweet? I’m feeling kind of queasy.”
“Lockhart, are you looking for excuses? You don’t look queasy at all.”
“I may not look, but I definitely don’t feel too well.” She couldn’t hide her smile. “Okay so I don’t feel queasy, but it is a better excuse to leave. Neela has also to be in at 7 am tomorrow. So…”
“So you want to play sick?” He shook his head grinning widely. “That’s interesting. I’ll try to remember that when you’ll serve me this excuse one day.”
“Hey, what I’m saying to my best friend is not for my Chief’s ears. That’s unfair.” She chuckled.
“That’s called tough luck.”
“Really?” She giggled. As she turned, she saw that Neela heading back to her seat. “I’m probably the worst friend ever, but I want to go home. I’ll talk to Neela, I’m sure she’ll understand.”
“Do you want me to give you a lift? I mean if you pretend to be sick, she probably wouldn’t want you to go home all by yourself.”
“You are actually going to use my excuse to leave too? I’m disappointed. That means you’re not a better person than I am.”
“I never said, I was. But my car is definitely more comfortable than the El. I’m not even speaking about my dashing personality and interesting conversation.” Abby looked at him disbelievingly.
“I start to wonder if this promotion is a good thing. You’re getting delusional.” His grin grew wider. She couldn’t help but smile back. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Wow, you’re so good for my ego.” Luka chuckled as he took another sip of his beer.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yawn.” She fought hard to stifle another one. “Today was just exhausting. I spent the whole day running from one patient to the other and get adequate treatment for them. Then I had to rush home to get ready for the wedding and back here for the ceremony. And now just thinking that I’m on duty tomorrow morning at 7 am, makes me want to put my head on the counter and sleep.”
“It’s a real pity your Attendings are such pains… I feel for you.”
“I didn’t say that either.” She added with a shocked smile. He questioningly raised his eyebrows. “You were perfect today and very supportive.”
“That’s not what you said this morning and in the ambulance bay.” He reminded her.
“Hey! Are you going to use everything I say against me? I’ll let you know, that I’m allowed to change my mind.”
“Sure, you are. But I’m just wondering, does that have something to do with the fact that I will soon be your boss?” He scratched his head as though he was pondering. She playfully hit him and Luka burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s a very bad thought.” She answered giggling. “I’m hurt now. And it’s not my fault if you misunderstood what I told you.”
“I didn’t misunderstand…” He teasingly noted.
“Yeah well…” She blushed and simply smiled at him. A change of topic was required. “Do you think Neela would be angry at me, if I’d go now?”
“Isn’t the Maid of Honor supposed to stay at least until the bride and the groom leave?” He wondered serious again. “You should wait for them to go home.”
“Yeah, guess I should.” She looked longingly at her friends. They were dancing and didn’t seem likely to leave any time soon. “Is it me or was this cake way too sweet? I’m feeling kind of queasy.”
“Lockhart, are you looking for excuses? You don’t look queasy at all.”
“I may not look, but I definitely don’t feel too well.” She couldn’t hide her smile. “Okay so I don’t feel queasy, but it is a better excuse to leave. Neela has also to be in at 7 am tomorrow. So…”
“So you want to play sick?” He shook his head grinning widely. “That’s interesting. I’ll try to remember that when you’ll serve me this excuse one day.”
“Hey, what I’m saying to my best friend is not for my Chief’s ears. That’s unfair.” She chuckled.
“That’s called tough luck.”
“Really?” She giggled. As she turned, she saw that Neela heading back to her seat. “I’m probably the worst friend ever, but I want to go home. I’ll talk to Neela, I’m sure she’ll understand.”
“Do you want me to give you a lift? I mean if you pretend to be sick, she probably wouldn’t want you to go home all by yourself.”
“You are actually going to use my excuse to leave too? I’m disappointed. That means you’re not a better person than I am.”
“I never said, I was. But my car is definitely more comfortable than the El. I’m not even speaking about my dashing personality and interesting conversation.” Abby looked at him disbelievingly.
“I start to wonder if this promotion is a good thing. You’re getting delusional.” His grin grew wider. She couldn’t help but smile back. “Okay, let’s go.”