#er drabbles

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For the prompts: Kerry/Susan Angst #30 or General #31 💞

Angst #30 - “I risked my life for you.”

Without a word, Kerry slams the door to her room and puts her crutch away hastily before sitting on the edge of her bed. Everything around her is blurry as she tries to comprehend the events of today, anger still lingering all over her. She takes a deep breath, trying to let herself relax, but the harder she tries the more her vexation grows, and by the look of things she is not going to get any rest tonight.

All of a sudden, she hears the door being opened and she looks up to see Susan standing in the doorway, her right hand hand on her hip and her expression bewildered. Kerry’s eyes immediately travel to Susan’s left arm, the bandage wrapped around it catching the redhead’s attention first and foremost.

“How much longer are you going to ignore me?” Susan asks calmly despite the clearly annoyed look on her face.

Kerry lets out a sigh. “I don’t want to talk about this now. I’m tired, and I don’t need…this on top of what happened today—” she says while trying to avoid Susan’s gaze.

“So we’re going to pretend that today never happened? Is that what you want?” Susan presses, her annoyance growing by the second though she somehow manages not to take another step closer inside the bedroom.

“Look—what do you want, Susan?” Kerry puts her hands up, frustration evident in her tone. “You nearly got yourself killed, and you expect me to be okay about it? Seriously?”

“I risked my life for you,” Susan responds through gritted teeth. “That patient had a knife and what did you expect me to do? Did you expect me to just stand by and watch him come at you?”

Kerry scoffs. “You want me to thank you? Fine, thank you very much,” she blurts out. “Doesn’t mean I have to change my mind about how reckless you were.”

Susan brings her right hand to her injured arm as a red patch on the bandage grows more prominent, her pained expression not unnoticed by Kerry. Against her better judgment, Kerry looks away, and Susan somehow manages not to gasp at the gesture, instead opting to focus on applying pressure on the injury.

“Kerry, please,” the younger woman pleads, her gaze still fixated at Kerry—which the latter is trying hard to avoid. “Talk to me. You know there’s nothing else I would’ve done, seeing you in that situation. Did you seriously expect me to stand by and do nothing? Fuck, Ker, I’m your wife. What else would I have done when you were in danger?”

For a few seconds, total silence fills the room, tension brewing even more as Kerry tries hard to comprehend everything Susan has said—on top of everything that happened earlier in the day. Her mind keeps replaying that afternoon in the ER, Susan’s voice calling her name as that rowdy patient was coming toward her with a knife, that exact second when she turned around only to see Susan on the floor with blood gushing from her arm…

Still looking down at her lap, Kerry feels tears starting to run down her face, and as much as she tries to hide it she knows there is no way Susan fails to notice. Her hands gripping the side of the bed, Kerry takes another deep breath while fighting the urge to lose the last bit of control she has.

“You are my wife,” Kerry murmurs. “Which means all the more reason for me not to lose you.”

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9 or 49 with Luby maybe? x

Thank you anon! I went with 9, and I may do 49 soon. I hope you enjoy, though I just could not do either angsty or horny, lmao. <3 Prompts are here. 

“C’mon, just hold on a little longer.”

&&&

“Luka, please just hold on a little longer,” Abby pants.

“I can’t for much longer,” he says, gritting his teeth to hold back a groan. 

Pressing back against him, she shifts angles. 

Luka grunts. 

Biting her lip in concentration, Abby brightens. “Got it!”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Luka lets go of the floating shelf. Abby turns in his arms, lowering the drill, and he embraces her. 

He loved that they could afford good quality, but that shelf was heavy. He probably should have read the instructions.

“Maybe next time we should pay for professional installation.”

“Fine,” he sighs.

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Peter had never been one for friends. He had his heart set on surgery at the age of eleven, and after that revelation felt he had no time for “friends” per say. This didn’t mean he didn’t get along with people. He had a select few acquaintances to get him through middle school and high school and they had fun, pulling pranks and hanging out at each other’s houses. But he never really spent as much time with them as they did with each other. It had never bothered him, he knew what he wanted and the sacrifices he needed to make to get there so he never really thought about it. When he finally got to medical school, however, he realised he had made a serious lapse in judgement. First off, looking around he could only see one other black person in the group. Second of all, he realised that although he had studied techniques and biology he hadn’t developed his people skills, something that was becoming clear to be vital in handling patients. He looked around, it was the third day of his ER rotation and a patient was refusing to stay for medical treatment on a possibly life threatening infection. He had tried to persuade said patient to change their mind but all that he had been able to say was medical jargon, something that clearly did not make the patient feel any more comfortable. He looked around and was about to dejectedly get the attending when another student (Mike?) came and stood in front of the patient.

“Hi Sir What’s your name?” He asked moving towards the man.

“Mr Rombus is what you can call me once I’m gone” he grumbled again moving to go past the student with round glasses. Peter watched to see whether this guy would tell him to go get an attending but the look he gave him told him to wait.

“Mr Rombus Do you have any family?”

“Yeah I got an Ex-wife and two daughters, now excuse me”

“Mr Rombus, now I know why your hesitant about getting treatment for the infection and you may have given up on yourself but do you really want to leave the hospital giving up on the father of your daughters?”

Mr Rombus shook his head and hesitated before starting to walk away again, this time the student (Marty? No...) letting him walk but before Mr Rombus left the man in front of Peter called out

“Don’t you think they deserve for you to try your best?” Peter looked up at Mr Rombus’ retreating back and saw him pause. He waited as the man seemed to have an inner conflict with himself and then slowly bowed his head and turned around.

“Alright, you can admit me” he sighed and walked back towards Peter. Stunned Peter turned around to try and find the mystery med student who had helped him (Mark? Yeah he thinks Mark sounds right) but saw that he was busy with another patient but as he caught his eye, Mark gave him a small wink and Peter turned to his patient, with a small smile on his face.

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For the prompts - 15 or 63 with the wives? (In other words, your choice to go happy or sad 😜)

#63 - "It's times like these that I wonder why I chose to procreate with you."

Shoutout to @everybodyknows-everybodydies for posting this image, which gave me...well, ideas that I knew I just had to write down!

“What’s the animal symbol of fertility in ancient Egypt?” Kerry asks with a frown, her attention focused on the day’s edition of the Chicago Tribune on her lap. Adjusting her glasses, she brings the newspaper closer to her face and meticulously scans the particular page she has been looking at for the past few minutes, which incites a groan from the person next to her.

“Seriously?” Susan shakes her head as she places a pillow against the headboard and positions herself with her back against it as quickly as her current condition allows her. She turns her head at Kerry, who is now holding a pencil in her right hand and moving it around aimlessly barely an inch from the paper. Ignoring Susan’s remark, Kerry moves closer so that her head almost touches the blonde’s shoulder, although her eyes remain firmly on the paper—much to Susan’s irritation.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve read it somewhere, but I can’t remember now,” Kerry says, a slight hint of annoyance in her voice. “All this tells me is that it’s a four-letter word.”

“You really think I can help you with that?” Susan scoffs. “I guess I’m flattered that you overestimate my knowledge on...that kind of thing.”

“Well, you’re the only other person in this place, so my options are pretty much limited,” Kerry replies, finally turning to face Susan—only to be greeted with a dirty look from the latter.

Pulling a blanket over her protruding stomach, Susan places an arm around Kerry’s shoulders and pulls the redhead closer against her. While the gesture catches Kerry by surprise, she does not complain, and instead she happily curls up next to her wife with the latter’s arm around her, although she makes sure the Tribune remains firmly in her left hand while her right is still holding the pencil.

“Don’t make me snatch that paper from you,” Susan warns. “It’s your first night off this week and somehow a crossword is more enticing than I am? I think I have every right to be offended.”

Kerry lets out a sigh before taking off her glasses, though she eventually gives in and puts the newspaper and pencil on her bedside table. Finally resting her head against Susan’s shoulder, Kerry pulls their blanket to cover her legs, currently clad in a pair of printed pajama shorts, and lets Susan embrace her tighter.

“I’m sorry. You’re right—”

“—that a crossword is more enticing than I am? Gee, thanks.”

“Don’t do this,” Kerry deadpans. “Yeah, I know. It’s my first night off this week and I need to make the most of it with you, and I do plan to do just that. Because—well, you’re more enticing than any crossword the Tribune can come up with. And I mean it.”

Susan’s glare at Kerry has not subsided, however, and Kerry lets out another sigh.

“And because we only have a couple of weeks of alone time before the baby comes,” Kerry adds, one of her hands now resting on Susan’s belly. Feeling the baby moving underneath, Kerry’s smile begins to grow, and even more when she feels Susan’s hand on top of hers. This seems to encourage the baby to move more, and they respond with a series of strong kicks.

“It’s times like these that I wonder why I chose to procreate with you,” Susan remarks with a shrug. At the sudden look of worry on Kerry’s face, Susan lets out a grin before placing a kiss on Kerry’s head and adding, “But I know I won’t regret it.”

At Susan’s words, Kerry’s expression immediately softens and she begins to gently rub Susan’s belly, letting the baby know that their movements are very much welcome by both of their mothers. “Well, it’s good to hear, because I plan to stick around,” Kerry mumbles, now closing her eyes and focusing on feeling the baby move around.

“You better do,” Susan replies with a soft tone, her heart starting to melt at the sight of Kerry enjoying the presence of their child and at the reminder that they are going to be a family of three in a mere couple of weeks—just another item in a long list of surprises that life has thrown at her since the day she first met Kerry. “By the way, it’s a frog,” she says suddenly.

Kerry promptly opens her eyes and looks at Susan, the suddenness and absurdity of the younger woman’s remark enough to distract Kerry’s attention. “What?” Kerry asks with a bewildered expression.

“The animal symbol of fertility in ancient Egypt. It’s a frog—I read about that somewhere as a kid and somehow it has stuck in my mind since,” Susan replies with a shrug before giving Kerry a warning look. “But do not even think that I’m going to let you get back to that. It can wait, and I’m too happy cuddling with you and the baby like this.”

“Yes, Doctor Lewis,” Kerry concedes before closing her eyes again and redirecting her attention to feeling the baby while curling up against Susan.

“Good,” Susan says with a satisfied nod. “And just so you know, if I catch you with a newspaper while I’m busy pushing this human out of me, I’m not above kicking you out of the delivery room.”

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The Perfect Amount

This is short and...well, dumb, but I *had* to get it out of my head. I wholeheartedly blame @sapphicsandscience for this, which filled my head with ideas✌🏼

Kerry takes a deep breath as she opens her wardrobe, carefully scanning what it contains to see what she can change into before calling it a night. To say that today was a long day would be an understatement thanks to, among others, numerous meetings before a rather tedious dinner party with members of County General's board, and Kerry is looking forward to donning something comfortable and finally hitting the bed until she has to do it all over again the next day.

Just as she grabs a light blue sweatshirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, she senses someone looking intently at her back; sure enough, she turns around only to be greeted by Susan lying on her side with her head propped up on her left hand in their bed, her gaze fixated at the redhead currently standing in front of the wardrobe.

“How long have you been looking at me like that?” Kerry says, putting her left hand on her hip.

Susan chuckles. “Well, I can’t help it,” she shrugs. “So that’s what you were wearing to the dinner thing? I knew I should’ve come.”

Kerry shakes her head at Susan’s apparent look of thoughtfulness. “Honey, we already talked about this—”

“Relax, Ker. I’m just messing with you,” the blonde grins, which indeed makes Kerry relax a little bit—and smile, no matter how much she tries to fight the urge. “Seriously though, that’s what you were wearing? Let me look at you.”

Kerry sighs, as she wants nothing more than to change into her sleepwear and rest after an exhausting day, but she also knows that there is nothing she can do to resist whatever Susan asks from her. Giving in, Kerry tosses her sweatshirt and pajama pants onto the empty side of the bed, and walks closer toward Susan so that the latter can have a better look. Susan studies Kerry from top to toe; from her shoulder-length red hair that she, much to Susan’s delight, has let grown longer in the past few months, her unbuttoned black blazer and the maroon top underneath that barely contains her cleavage, to her dark gray slacks that perfectly fit her legs…

After a good few seconds, Kerry’s cheeks grow pink at the realization of what catches Susan’s attention the most, and even more so when Susan’s smile begins to turn seductive when she finally looks at Kerry’s eyes.

“Is it too much?” Kerry asks, the tone of her voice barely masking her nervousness. Susan’s smile, however, only grows wider.

“Not for me,” Susan gushes. “I’m just thinking about how lucky those people were to have seen you like this.”

Kerry can feel her face growing redder and warmer now, which seems to excite Susan even more. “If—if it’s too much, you should’ve said it. I would’ve chosen something else…”

“Kerry Weaver,” Susan suddenly stands up, placing both hands on Kerry’s shoulders while crouching slightly so that she is now face-to-face with the older woman. “I would never say no to this amount of boobs. It's just perfect,” Susan places a hand on Kerry’s chest just above her cleavage, “and you have no idea how much it turns me on, knowing that you let the world know how sexy you really are. Besides,” she moves her face closer toward Kerry’s neck, her hands now taking off Kerry’s blazer and letting it fall to the floor, “while they got to see you wearing this, I am still the only one who can take it off of you.”

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hi!!! could you do general #11 for any pairing that you would like ?? :)))

General #11 - "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

Susan lets out a groan as she stretches out her arms, the sunlight striking through the window strong enough to keep her eyes closed. As she opens them, she is greeted by the sight of Kerry coming out of the ensuite bathroom, already getting ready for work in a grey suit.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Kerry says in a cheerful tone as she catches the sight of Susan rubbing her eyes, still visibly drowsy as she tries her best to be fully awake. “Did you have a good rest?”

“I did, until your alarm woke me up,” Susan replies in mock annoyance as she rests her back against the headboard of the bed. “I thought you were off today?”

“Sorry about that. I have a meeting with Anspaugh at nine,” Kerry gives Susan an apologetic look. “But I should be home by lunchtime. You going anywhere today?”

Susan shakes her head. “Likely not. I barely made it home last night and right now I just want to stay in bed all day,” she shrugs.

Kerry chuckles, though she fully sympathizes with Susan’s predicament. The ER was, to say the least, swamped in the previous night after a major MVA, and Susan, being the most senior attending on duty, had to tend to pretty much everything until Luka arrived for his night shift and took over.

It was no surprise that she did not waste any time falling asleep once she got home (and it was a wonder that she managed to get out of her work clothes at all), and it is only fair that she expects to spend the whole day resting and recharging.

“Well, you should enjoy it while you can,” Kerry says, taking a seat near Susan’s side of the bed. The redhead spends a good few seconds just looking at her wife, clad only in a gray tank top and panties, while the latter is rushing her fingers through her shoulder-length blonde hair. Suddenly something springs to Kerry’s mind, which prompts her to sport a mischievous smile.

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” Kerry says, placing a hand on Susan’s leg. The question manages to swiftly catch Susan’s attention, and she raises an eyebrow while shooting Kerry a surprised look.

“What? I do not,” the blonde retorts, moving closer to Kerry so that now the two are sitting side by side. “I definitely do not,” she adds in a serious tone.

“Well, you do,” Kerry replies with a laugh. “I’ve been noticing it for quite some time, but last night was the first time I could hear you clearly. I was going to use the bathroom, and I thought you were talking to me but your eyes were closed.”

Susan shakes her head while pouting like a child, which amuses Kerry to no end. “That’s a lie,” Susan says incredulously. When Kerry’s smile only grows wider, Susan lets out an exasperated sigh. “What did I say?” she finally relents.

“Something about a chart review, which really took me by surprise. Then followed by something about…making sure interns know when to call for Dr Lewis, I think,” Kerry answers. “You love your job that much, don’t you?”

Susan scoffs, her face growing slightly pink at the revelation. “Talking about work in my sleep? Okay, I spend too much time with you. That’s the only explanation,” she says, letting out a chuckle at Kerry’s look of mock offense.

“But you love spending so much time with me,” Kerry teases, leaning closer to kiss Susan’s hair. “Hey, at least it wasn’t something embarrassing. It could’ve been worse.”

“Oh, like what, Dr Weaver?” Susan smirks, her tone suddenly dangerous. “Do you want it to be embarrassing? In what way?” She turns her head to face Kerry, which makes the latter blush as she directly looks at Susan’s green eyes growing sultry. This only makes Susan’s grin grow wider, and she kisses Kerry squarely on the lips while her hand is fumbling with the buttons of Kerry’s shirt underneath the grey suit.

“Susan, come on,” Kerry pleads, trying to swat Susan’s hand away from her shirt—to no avail. “I really need to go to this meeting. I can’t make Anspaugh wait!”

“Screw Anspaugh,” Susan begins to assault Kerry’s neck with her lips, knowing that Kerry is always powerless to such a gesture, with her hand firmly on her wife’s shirt. “It’s not my fault you look so hot in a suit, and you’re right—I do love spending time with you. Too bad we didn’t get to do this last night, but I was too exhausted.”

“For the love of God,” Kerry groans, although there is no denying that she is starting to enjoy this—not that she wants to show it anyway. She should have known better than to tease Susan, she thinks, knowing that Susan is not above getting back at her. Nothing can seem to deter Susan when she is in the mood, and Kerry (reluctantly) realizes that there is no use trying to stop her wife.

“Well,” Kerry tries to suppress a moan as she feels Susan give her neck a gentle bite while unbuttoning her shirt. Deciding that her only choice is to give in, Kerry sneaks one hand inside Susan’s tank top, while her other hand is caressing Susan’s hair. “I suppose I can always reschedule…” Kerry says in a low voice.

“That’s the idea,” Susan responds before placing another kiss on Kerry’s lips and letting the other woman remove her top. “After this, I’m sure I will have more interesting stuff to talk about in my sleep.”

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PROMPTS!!!!!

Fluff 27 (I’m thinking Abby/Kerry)

Angst 39 (as above)

General 20 (probably as above but maybe Susan or Elizabeth instead of Kerry idk, as you see fit)

Fluff #27 - “Are you blushing?”

Kerry looks up from a stack of documents on her lap to see Abby make her way from the bathroom, her head wrapped in a towel. She gives Kerry a puzzled look upon noticing the said documents, but she smiles anyway and takes a seat next to Kerry on the couch.

“I thought you’d been told to get some rest,” Abby remarks as she reaches for a TV remote control situated on the coffee table.

“I am resting,” Kerry replies, her eyes still on the documents, “but the hospital is not going to run itself, is it?”

Abby shrugs. “Well, that’s why they have Anspaugh in your place while you’re recovering. So that you wouldn’t have to do…all this,” she points at one particular file Kerry is holding—whatever it is, Abby has no interest in finding out.

“I don’t like having idle hands. And I want to make sure I’m caught up when I get back,” Kerry insists, prompting Abby to chuckle. She has been staying at Kerry’s place several days a week since the latter’s hip replacement surgery to help look after Henry, and the experience has made her realize that doctors do make the worst patients—especially when the doctor in question is Kerry Weaver.

As much as Kerry wants to prove otherwise, Abby can tell that the older woman is getting tired, her fingers repeatedly rubbing her temple. Not that Abby can blame her; recovery from the surgery has taken its toll on Kerry, especially with a very active toddler in the house, and her insistence to keep working while recovering does not make it better.

It was a wonder that she said yes to Abby’s offer to stay and help look after Henry; Abby had expected the stubborn redhead to reject even the slightest help. However, over the years of their friendship they have developed a mutual trust, with the resident being pretty much the only person Kerry can truly open up to. This still takes Abby by surprise from time to time, even after Kerry asked her to be Henry’s legal guardian in case something happened during the surgery.

“Kerry,” Abby says softly while putting away the remote control in her hand. “You’re exhausted, and you need some rest. Come on, let me help you to bed.”

For a second Abby thinks Kerry is going to argue and insist on staying up and working, but much to her surprise Kerry simply nods in response. As Abby is about to help Kerry stand up, Kerry puts up a hand to stop her and instead gestures for the younger woman to stay on the couch.

“Can we stay here for a minute?” Kerry mutters.

If Abby is surprised, she does a good job not showing it, and silently she returns to her previous position. Kerry sighs, her stack of documents more or less forgotten, and she relaxes deeper onto the couch. Carefully, Abby scoots closer—while still keeping enough distance to make Kerry comfortable—and takes one of Kerry’s hands in hers.

Kerry takes a deep breath before turning her head to face Abby, and the latter sports a sympathetic smile. However, the smile quickly turns into a frown as Abby notices a subtle change in Kerry’s facial expression, which alarms Kerry.

“Kerry, are you…” Abby asks, “are you blushing?”

Kerry feels her face getting even warmer at Abby’s question, although she does not even make the slightest effort to hide it. While something in her head tells her to take her hand away from Abby’s, she does not have the heart to do so, and instead squeezes Abby’s hand.

“Abby, I…” Kerry stammers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

Abby simply shakes her head. “Hey, it’s okay,” she says in a low voice. “It’s alright.”

“I-it’s just…” Kerry continues, her voice breaking. “I’ve been feeling this for a long time, and the harder I fight it, the stronger it gets, I—”

“Kerry,” Abby cuts her off. “You don’t have to fight it, okay?” She moves closer toward Kerry, placing her free arm around the other woman while whispering, “Me too.”

Kerry does not put up a fight as Abby moves closer, instead opting to relax in Abby’s embrace. As soon as Kerry closes her eyes, she feels their lips meet, the world around them instantly fading away while the two women come to terms with their feelings for each other. Kerry wraps one arm around Abby, willing for her to come closer, and Abby does just that, a smile growing on her face at Kerry relaxing deeper in her arms.

“Abby,” Kerry whispers after they pull away. “This-this will change things. Are you sure you—”

“I want things to change,” Abby replies. “And yes, Kerry, I’m sure. I’ve been feeling this for a long time too.”

“But I thought you were—”

“It’s not important,” Abby cuts her off again. “What’s important is that we have each other now, and I don’t think I can look back. Things will definitely change, but I want them to.

“And we don’t have to fight it,” Abby says, her smile growing as she pulls Kerry into another kiss.

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Susan/Kerry - general #21 for the prompts :)

General #21 - “It’s not my choice.”

“Really?” Kerry says, her face all scrunched up as she tries her best not to gag upon entering the living room. The only other occupant of the said living room simply responds with a smirk, which makes Kerry roll her eyes.

“Well, hello to you too. How’s work?” Susan reaches for a bottle of cheese sauce resting on the coffee table, while her other hand is firmly holding a half-full tub of Ben & Jerry’s.

Kerry sighs as she takes off her coat. “Nothing much happened. At least nothing that prepared me for this,” she points at the tub of ice cream Susan is holding, while the latter is pouring cheese sauce into the tub.

“Hey, humor me. It’s not my choice,” Susan shrugs as she takes a spoonful from the tub and eats it nonchalantly, completely ignoring the disgusted look on Kerry’s face.

“Let me guess,” Kerry says, remembering that they have gone through this at least a dozen times by now. “It’s the baby’s choice.”

Susan’s grin grows wider. “You wouldn’t expect me to deny my child what they want, would you?” she places a hand on her protruding stomach. “Seriously though, this kid wouldn’t give me a break. I couldn’t stomach anything until I ate at least two spoonfuls of this. And you know what? It’s actually really good,” she gushes with her mouth full, giving Kerry a look that says ‘do you want to try?’.

Kerry shudders as she makes her way to the bedroom that the two women share. “That’s very kind of you to ask, but I’ll pass. I’ll let you and the baby have all the fun with that,” she says while trying her best to look away from the strange combination Susan has been savouring, which makes the latter pout.

Trying hard to suppress a laugh, Kerry simply shakes her head at her girlfriend’s antics and she slowly begins to open the door to their room. “If I didn’t love you so much,” she mutters under her breath with a smile.

Susan instantly looks up, her expression startled upon listening, albeit barely, to Kerry’s words as the redhead disappears into the bedroom, having left the door open. Her snack forgotten, Susan begins to stand up—as quickly as her very pregnant belly allows her to—and her eyes instantly travel toward Kerry’s direction. “What did you just say?” she asks with an astonished tone.