#haleh adams

[candiestofqueens]

Blizzard was such a good episode!

- The fun they were all having at the start and the transition to getting everything together? Ahhhhh

-the cast prank

-continuously playing music over the speakers

-Lydia getting blood splattered on her and not flinching

- Mookie helping out in the surgery

-The new surgeon coming in and everyone immediately accepting her presence

-Haleh singing to the child

-Bob making a split decision to operate

And my favourite

- Linda seeing the annoying temp struggling and she just picks up a phone and begins working, and even orders pizza

[kerry-fever]

[addictedtostorytelling]

[leatheryhoward]

ER Rewatch: S01E20 Full Moon, Saturday Night

[derangedbutfun]

Omg it's Haleh! *squee*

[erdaily]

ER - The Book of Abby (Season 15 Episode 3) What we do is take care of the patients that nobody else wants to deal with, all right? The homeless alcoholics, drug addicts, psychotics, all of us, especially the nurses, put ourselves at risk every day. Every day. And when the wards don’t want to go over the nurse to patient ratio because they want to follow the rules, guess who sucks up the surplus? The ER does. And never mind that that means having admitted patients parked on gurneys in the hallway for days and that our nurses have to cover three times as many patients as anybody else, we’re the safety net. We do not have the luxury of abiding by the rules because we don’t kick patients out on the streets. So, we get creative.

[er-139]

@alices-cottage asked:

Doctors or Nurses?

They’re Good

[kitchener-waterloo]

just thinking about the women of er and how much more influential, and dare i say important, they are than the men

like. okay. carol hathaway. thematically, she is the emotional center of the first six seasons of the show, as much as carter is the physical center of it. she is the protagonist, as well, more than he is - while we spend more time fawning over “dumbass baby” carter, we spend more time actively relating to carol. we sympathize with her feelings of inadequacy as she takes the mcats. we feel the haughty rage she encompasses when she tells doug off for being creepy and generally awful. we know as she does that she will not marry taglieri. we mourn with her when she is left, alone, pregnant, in love, halfway across a continent from her soulmate.

then there’s lewis. we sympathize with her failures, too - how she won’t talk back to kayson, even though she’s right, how she feels as if she has no choice but to take in little susie, how she unwillingly falls in love with her, and the difficult choice she makes to leave with her niece versus to stay with mark.

and abby. where do i START with abby. we are introduced to her as a minor detail. an accessory to someone else’s arc. she is more controlled than the other women, shyer in a way that’s less noticeable, and it takes us a while to warm up to her. but she stays. by the time carter is on his way out, abby has well-and-truly established herself as the new protagonist of the series. not the female lead, not the major love interest, but the protagonist. she is our window into the er.

and what would the series be without corday? the first plucky brit to butt her nose into the american hospital. love interest for some and narrative foil for others.

or weaver? you really think the show could go on without her?

or neela? second protagonist of the last five seasons, beside abby?

or jeanie?

or chen?

or haleh?

can you really imagine it without them.

[willwriteforruns]

ER Appreciation Week | Day Six - Favorite Holiday Episode

How the Finch Stole Christmas (6.9)

[pgkwriter]

MAYBE (one-shot)

An ER Ladies’ Night quickly devolves when suddenly Abby finds herself alone with an over served Kerry Weaver.

[mearcatsreturns]

Abby Lockhart in every episode | 6.21: Such Sweet Sorrow

[ervibes]

The wall of locker name tags of characters that left - ‘The Book of Abby’ (15.03)

[kerry-fever]

[addictedtostorytelling]

[leatheryhoward]

ER Rewatch: S01E25 Everything Old is New Again

[weaverlegaspi]

An October That Ends in August - Part 1/3

A/N: Takes place Post-Rampage (7th Season Finale) in or around August of 2001. (So, before the beginning of Season 8)

Chapter One

Kerry sat in her office just off the main floor of the Emergency Department. It felt empty, the hospital felt empty, she felt empty. To be fair to the first part, her office was empty. She spent very little time in it, instead wanting to be in her ER. Her father had waxed poetic about many generals during her childhood. The only thing she’d taken from them was that she should lead from the front.

He’d have known what to do. She missed him. And her mother. She stared at the stained ceiling for a moment, then closed her eyes and pictured him across from her.

”What’s bothering you little one?”

“It’s been a hard year Dad.”

Henry’s booming laugh would have echoed throughout whatever room they were in, large or small. “Do you have all your fingers and toes child?” She’d nod, “Both kidneys, eyes, sense of smell?”

Another nod. “I lost my heart.”

He’d steeple his fingers or push his glasses up his nose. “Well, that is a hard to replace organ. Can you retrieve it, or is it forever lost?”

“Technically she’s simply moved home to San Francisco.”

“She.” Another laugh, although it would have been a softer chuckle, “You always did like to make it needlessly hard on yourself. Is she a Vikings fan?”

“Niners… or St. Louis Rams, I’m not sure.”

“Eh, I guess it’s better than a Cheesehead. So, you have two choices daughter of mine. Go after her, or don’t.”

“It’s  not that easy.”

When he was alive he’d have gotten out of wherever he was seated and sat down next to her, pulling her into a hug. But, he was in her head. “Kerry, you know in your heart what you want to do, need to do. You simply have to find the courage to do it.”

Kerry opened her eyes and swallowed, “I just need to do it.” She pulled over a pad and started writing.

She had just signed it when the office door opened and three nurses came in, Haleh Adams, Chuny Marquez stood directly in front of the desk, while Yosh Takata stood to one side, glaring at Kerry.

Kerry didn’t get to speak, Haleh did first, “Love is too strong a word, like is too weak, but, we, the nurses…”

Chuny chimed in, “are worried.”

Haleh nodded, “Yes, the doctors don’t seem to care, but…”

“Haleh.” Chuny put a hand on her co-worker’s shoulder.

“You obviously didn’t actually go to Africa, because, for one thing, because if you had, you’d have met that delightful Mlungisi and not like death warmed over. The bags under your eyes have bags.”

Chuny took over, “You need to go after her Doctor Weaver. Dr. Legaspi I mean. She made you happier, lighter, even better at your job.”

“She even laughed at your jokes.” Haleh rolled her eyes, “If that’s not a sign of true love, I don’t know what is. So, you need to go to San Francisco. Find her and fix this. We will be fine here.”

Chuny nodded, “We’ll make sure the patients and doctors are okay.”

Kerry stood and held out her hands, taking one of each of the women’s. “Thank you both. For this, and for all you’ve done for me and for this hospital all these years. I will think about it.” She squeezed their hands and let go.

“That’s all we ask Dr. Weaver.” And with that, the women left the office.

Yosh hadn’t moved the entire time, and still didn’t, but he did speak. “It’s okay to be gay Doctor Weaver.”

Kerry stared down at her hands, then back up at Yosh. “That’s not… exactly my problem Mr. Takata. I-- I was scared. Terrified actually. Of being-- out. I have never shirked from a fight before, but, I did this time.” She shook her head, “The little girl with the crutch getting into fights against the bullies. Drove my mother crazy, made my father proud. Kim shouldn’t take me back, I-- I got her fired. I didn’t stand up for her.” Kerry put a hand to her head, “This has been a hard year.”

“My husband died two months ago.”

Kerry looked up, staring at Yosh, “What? When?” She closed her eyes for a moment, “The week you took off. Why didn’t you say something to me Yosh. A week… that’s not…”

Yosh put a hand up, “I didn’t say this to make you feel bad Dr. Weaver. Look. You’re not wrong to be terrified. The number of times that we were threatened. And, Chicago isn’t bad compared to other places. And, in those other places, we can even go to jail still for just being ourselves. For loving who we do. Not to mention get fired, get evicted, get murdered.” He paused, “You’re not wrong for being scared Dr. Weaver. But, it’s much easier being scared with someone than by yourself. I didn’t know her too well, but, Dr. Legaspi seems like the kind of woman to be a little scared for. To fight for.” He paused again, “To go to San Francisco for.”