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Rating: PG-13, for some lovin’
A shrill ringing filled Dave Malucci's three-room apartment. He was lying in his bed,
totally oblivious to the now-shreiking phone. He suddenly jolted, waking up, and looked at the phone.
Damn, he thought, I was just getting some sleep. He picked up the yellow phone.
"Hello?" His voice was raspy from the night's rest. He looked at his alarm clock. It was 6 A.M.
"Dave? It's Deb. We have a four college students down here and we're jammed. EMTs says they're in
bad shape. Mark and I are the only two doctors on duty. Carter and Weaver don't come in for
another hour. Can you get down here early?" He racked his brain. It was Thursday.. he wasn't
supposed to go in again until noon. I was just getting sleep, he thought. Damn kids.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be done in a half hour. By the way, I enjoyed our chat last week. Maybe we could
go over to Doc's some--" He realized he was talking to dead air. Evidently Deb had hung up after
he said he’d come down. He got hastily out of bed and got dressed, taking the subway to the
hospital. His grand entrance was one much welcomed.
"Dave, thank God you're here. I have a few head traumas and a chest trauma who needs an ABG. EMTs
still have four or five more to bring in and--" She stopped and stared at him. "Are you listening
to me?" He had been staring at her the whole time. He never noticed how beautiful she was.
The almond-shaped eyes, the silky black hair, the small build. She was a beautiful woman. If he
didn’t know better, he'd try and pick her up.
"Uh, yeah," he muttered, "just was thinking of something else." You, he said under his breath to
himself. The two opened the doors on trauma one.
"19-year-old male, MVA, bus vs. car. Altered LOC, CC's headache and back pain." A paramedic yelled as the medical
team scurried in.
"On my count, 1-2-3." Greene bellowed. "I need 10 cc's of dopamine, 10 cc's of atropine. Heart rate's low." Chuny came up behind
Greene.
"Dr. Greene, he's hypotensive!" she yelled.
"Get me the paddles, Malucci!" He screamed. Malucci ran to the other side of the room, grabbing
the morbid pieces of metal that would hopefully save the young man's life.
"Clear!" Greene’s eyes wandered, trying to find the problem. "Charge.. clear!"
"Vitals are back up, sinus rhythm." Chuny responded.
"Give him another milligram of atropine and get him up to the OR." Greene related to the rest of the
crew. The man might survive. He ripped off his gloves and headed over to the next room to check
on the final college student.
"What a way to start my day," Dave informed Deb. He threw his surgical gloves in the biohazard
bin and headed outside. "Come with me, Deb?"
"Sure," she said, almost mockingly. The two waltzed outside, looking like the best of friends.
The snow was thawing now, and it was almost April. He turned to her, looking as if he was staging
something.
"Deb.. I just wanted to let you know that in the past few weeks, I've had a great time with you.
Everything else aside, I just wanted to let you know that. And let you know I..
"What?" She looked dreamily into his eyes.
"I think I'm falling in love with you.. everything about you is enticing to me, you’re just calling me without
you even knowing it. Sometimes I just have this urge--" He pulled her into his arms, kissing her
passionately. She didn't resist, although she was almost confused. Everything was happening so
fast. He kept at it for a moment. But then he stopped abruptly.
"..to kiss you." He walked back into the ER as if nothing had happened.