#smerSim: Eric

[san-myshuno-er]

Quinn: Alright, what did you want to talk about? Did something happen?

Eric: No, nothing happened. But there's something we need to discuss. Tomorrow, Geoffrey Landgraab is going to pay us a visit.

Quinn: Shit. What does he want? Annoy us to death or just torture us?

Eric: God knows... He says he wants to see the ER to see where the money goes to. Apparently there's a board meeting of the Landgraab Foundation coming up.

Quinn: Doesn't he know we just smoke his Simoleon bills?

Eric: It gets even worse. For you, that is. He wants you to take him around and show him everything.

Quinn: What?! Why?

Eric: You know he has a military kink, he keeps bragging about having ex-military working here, you know, the best and the bravest...

Quinn: Oh good Lord...

Eric: I'm sure you're flattered.

Quinn: Oh yes. Being mentioned in someone's military "kink" is extremely flattering.

Eric: I know. But we can use that to our advantage. He likes you, he admires you, and it will be harder for him to say no to you.

Quinn: My dear Eric, the way you say that makes it sound salacious! What exactly do you want me to do? Flirt with him? Or more?

Eric: Not at all. What I want is for you to tell him everything is going great, but it could be better. We could use new equipment for pre-natal care and our portable X-Ray machine is going to lose its certification next year.

Quinn: And we need another doctor. Since Peter left, our residents are almost all first or second years, apart from Jenna and Julio, we need more experience on the floor.

Eric: Exactly. Get it done, we're all counting on you. You're back on at 9, right? He's supposed to be here at 11.

Quinn: If he says yes to a new doctor... Can I be involved in the hiring process?

Eric: Sure.

Quinn: Good. Then I'm going to leave now, my shift ended half an hour ago, and I have some appointments.

Eric: Anything serious?

Quinn: No, just dentist, physio, stuff like that.

Eric: Alright. Then have a good night.

Eric: Hold on. Why do you want to be involved? Have I hired bad doctors in the past?! Because all the folks I hired are great! Except maybe for the one I'm looking at right now!

Quinn: (walking away, laughing) You lost that bet fair and square, Eric! Time to let it go!

Quinn: Alright, guys, have a good shift. I'm taking off.

Jenna: Have a good night, sweetie. And thanks again for last night.

Quinn: I thought you're not on until tonight?

Jenna: I'm not. But what's the point in going home now? I'm going to catch up on my charting.

Quinn: Good idea. I'll see you tomorrow?

Jenna: Yup! See you then!

Everyone: Bye Quinn!

(Hours Later)

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(long post, sorry! But I wanted to finish this day haha)

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Quinn: Canelli? Anyone here from the Canelli family?

Timothy Canelli: Yes, over here. I'm his son.

Quinn: Let's go over here, Mr. Canelli.

Mr. Canelli: My father... he's here?

Quinn: (quietly) As you know, Mr. Canelli, your father was in an accident this morning. If you would come with me...

Mr. Canelli: (loudly) No! Tell me, god damnit, tell me right now!

Quinn: (whispers) I'm very sorry, Mr. Canelli, as a result of the accident, your father had several heart attacks, until his heart stopped. We tried to revive him for almost an hour, but we were unable to-

Mr. Canelli: No... no... you're lying... you're lying... he cannot be dead...

Quinn: I'm very sorry, sir, but-

Mr. Canelli: ... you're sorry!?

Mr. Canelli: You bitch! You bitch, you fucking bitch, don't say that! My father! What are you bitch... damn... it can't be...

Quinn: Mr. Canelli, please stop! I'm so sorry, but he is gone. And he wouldn't want you doing this!

Mr. Canelli: Gone... he's gone... oh God...

Mr. Canelli: I'm sorry, Dad... I'm sorry, Doctor, please forgive me... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... (crying)

Quinn: It's okay, Mr. Canelli... It's okay. It's going to be okay... Why don't I take you to him?

Mr. Canelli: Okay... thank you...

Quinn: (joins the others) Are there any others? I thought several more were coming?

Mike: No, that's it.

Jenna: What?! That's it?

Mike: Yeah. Last two were D.o.A.

Quinn: So that's it.

Eric: Yeah. For now. ... Quinn, can I speak with you before I go up?

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Paramedic: ... about 3 liters at the scene.

Dr. Eric Tanner: Okay. Curtain 4, let's go.

Jenna: Do you need a hand, Dr. Tanner?

Eric: Dr. Kaminski, what are you doing here? According to my schedule, you're not on right now.

Jenna: I was here anyways and thought I could help out, but if you don't need me, I'll-

Eric: No, no. With me, with me.

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Dr. Manchin: Shawn, you're a smartass. You'd like to do this case yourself, wouldn't you?

Shawn: I could do it. Yeah. I feel strong. I feel ready. I could do it, yeah.

Dr. Manchin: You're just a third year resident, Shawn. You're years away from a case like this. Hyper down.

Quinn: Clear!

Mike: No changes, still v-fib.

Quinn: How long has it been?

Mike: 47 minutes. ... Hey, Buddy, are you sure you don't want to switch?

Brad: Positive. I want to see this through until the end.

Mike: You must be exhausted though.

Brad: I'm fine.

Quinn: When was the last epi?

Mike: 7 minutes ago.

Quinn: Alright, that's it.

Brad: Wait, there's still a chance!

Quinn: We've been shocking him for almost an hour. Even if we got him back somehow, his brain is fried. Hold CPR.

Quinn: Time of death: 11.27.

Mike: God, damnit. He didn't seem too bad when he came in.

Quinn: Yeah.

Mike: ... I'll go see what else is coming our way.

Quinn: You did good there, Brad.

Brad: I had hoped I could save my last patient.

Quinn: We did everything we could for him. We're not Gods, and he coded before we could even alert cardiology. It was... bad luck.

Brad: Does it ever get easier?

Quinn: Some. But not a lot. ... You'll be a good doctor, Brad. Don't feel defeated.

Brad: But not a good Emergency Doctor.

Quinn: You don't have to be... I'd be a lousy dermatologist. (smiles) Why don't you just go home? It's your last day, I handed in your evaluation last week, and I'm sure you have laundry to catch up on before you start your next rotation.

Brad: If you don't mind?

Quinn: I don't. You were a good student, you deserve it.

Brad: Is there nothing I can do for you before I go? Charts, labs?

Quinn: You could get me my crutch from the lounge, but other than that... no.

Brad: Alright, Ma'am. Thank you.

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