|The Journal of Kerry Weaver
Author: Sarry Hermin PM
Dr Kerry Weaver writes a journal entry at the end of every day documenting the events of the day and her thoughts and feelings on everything and anything, no matter how small. This focuses on the entries written after broadcasted episodes along with days in which private life events happen too. Rated T for safety but may change. Please R&R.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - K. Weaver - Chapters: 22 - Words: 12,006 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 04-22-13 - Published: 11-18-12 - id: 8715149
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Disclaimer: I do not own E.R. or any of the characters in the programme, the big boys at NBC do.
Authors Note: This is my first ever E.R. fic, and it is still a work in progress. It focuses mainly on the episodes which Kerry is in for the time being, but as it progresses, I hope to include 'entries' which are not based upon an episode, but her private life instead. Any feedback would be most appreciated I hope you enjoy this.
-Welcome Back Carter-
21st September 1995
I've finally caught myself a job back here in Chicago as Chief Resident at Chicago County Hospital. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Africa and I do miss working out there, but I'm glad to be back at the chaos of a county ER. But Chicago County is something under its own description. When I took up the interview two weeks ago, I saw nothing of the ER I was potentially going to be working in, and today it was a total shock that really didn't help my nerves out any, when I walked in to find Dr Greene to confirm my place in the ER, to find it in a whole heap of mess and trouble, with parts of the ceiling on the floor and the air so hot and humid that I'm surprised that none of the patients had keeled over from heat stroke, let alone those who had been working the whole day. It didn't take me very long to find the man that had called me in at such short notice.
Dr Mark Greene was sat at a table in the staff lounge eating what I assume was his lunch. I had had the news channel on in the background as I started to plan my research for my new paper. I'm still undecided on what I could possibly do it on. Perhaps the uniqueness of this ER might help provide me with a little inspiration or maybe even a case or two I can use. Maybe this place'll be good for me. Sometimes I'm glad I can show such a hard exterior, others not so much and finding the middle ground is hard. Don't ask me how I did it, but I managed to hide my nerves and be relaxed and happy. I even had the audacity to steal a few of his fries from his plate! (After asking of course!)
But seriously, I don't know how that place coped with all of those casualties from the shooting today with the mess that it was in. I can't wait to get my hands on that emergency room and do something about it. Roll on one weeks' time when I start re-organising it, let alone once I'm finished. They do however; seem to receive an interesting bunch of patients. As I was leaving there was an old woman in a hospital gown playing the most perfect cello solo I've heard in a long while, it only took me a few seconds to realise that it was the same woman who had been screaming bloody murder when I arrived. Bipolar. She must have been. At least I know each day will hold something new and interesting.
To Be Continued?