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Something to Talk About, Part 5

Disclaimer: All characters are not mine, but the wonderful people at NBC, etc. Now go read the fanfic!
Rating: PG-13

"Dave?" Deb Chen rolled over groggily in the crimson bed.

"Hmm?" He groaned, his eyes still closed, refusing to let night end and a new day start.

"I love you." She sat up quietly, giving him a peck on the cheek. She was at his apartment again. It was May now, and she had been living with him most of the time for weeks. They had come so far in just four months. It had been difficult, but they had been able to even hide their love from the rest of the ER staff.

"Love you too." He opened his eyes, looking for her. "When are you on?" He said in a sleepy voice.

"Six. It's five now. Aren't you on at seven tonight?"

"Yeah," he said, making an attempt to get up. "seven to seven, back at six."

"Great," she said in a novel tone. They wouldn't see each other for at least a day.

"Dave, I thought we were going to see each other tonight." She picked up a comb and started brushing
her shiny black hair.

"Guess not." He got out of the ruffled bed and came up behind her at the vanity. "Tell that drill sergeant Weaver you want off." He smiled. She laughed to herself.

"Chances of that are one in a million. Besides, I want to stay. I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on." He groaned. So cute, he thought, but so tough. He headed back into the cramped bedroom.

"I'm going back to bed. Good luck at work. I'll try and come early to see you." He shut himself under the covers again, and she walked into the wardrobe, grabbing a pair of yellow slacks and a pale blue tee-shirt. Shr threw on her clothes deep in thought, watching her sleeping.. she paused. It felt weird to call Dave her boyfriend. She smiled to herself. That's stupid.

She stopped at Doc Magoo's to grab some coffee before she went to her hectic existence at the ER, even though she was already late. Whenever she worked six to six, it wasn't very busy 'till 10 or so.

"Jing-Mei?" It was Dr. Weaver. "Didn't you start at six?"

"Oh, yeah. Just stopped in for coffee."

"Suggest you get over there. Things are picking up." Deb sighed. Sometimes she regretted getting into medicine in the first place.

"Oh, and by the way, they switched our insurance policies. Everyone's getting checkups, things like that." Kerry sniffled, and turned to her peer.

"Okay. Thanks, Kerry. See ya." She picked up her yellow knit purse and walked out carelessly.

"Hey, Dr. Chen, insurance doctor was just about to page you. He's in exam one." Randi pointed down the crowding hall.

"Thanks, Randi." She pattered down the hall, and opened the curtain.

"Dr. Chen, I presume?" A chubby man with feathery gray hair and bright blue eyes shook her hand. "I'm Christopher Walsh, Mutual Insurance. Regular checkup today."

"Jing-Mei Chen. Nice to meet you." She sat down on the pillowy bed.

"Alright then. Let's get started."

The rest of the day went well. Two major traumas- a heart attack and a shooting victim- survived. She took the El home wearily hoping to catch a glimpse of Dave. He didn't come early like he said he would. A red light was shining on the counter- it was the answering machine. She told the doctor to call her at Dave's about the insurance. She hit the large gray button as she kicked off her clean white tennis shoes.

"Dr. Chen, this is Dr. Walsh. Just wanted to let you know we got back your test and results and everything's normal, but there's something you need to know. If you could just give me a call--"

She stopped listening. What would she have to know about. She yawned. I'll listen to it again in the morning, and call him then. She picked up her pager. No messages. What was wrong with Dave? Usually he beeps her nonstop. She picked up the phone and dialed his beeper. The phone rang. Good, it was him.

"Hello?" She spoke cheerfully into the reciever.

"Jing-Mei? Doctor Walsh. Thought I'd give you another try, I'm working late tonight."

"Oh, hi. What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, as I said, all the tests are back. Nothing to be alarmed about.. enough beating around the bush, Dr. Chen. You're pregnant."

She crossed her legs, her mouth agape. She had been late, but not too late and..

She hung up.

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