Memories of the Past Awaken
Disclaimer: I own nada! Zippo! Except for Mary, Michael and Tim. Nope, not even the Doc is mine! Hehe
A/N: This thing is something I had in my head and doesn't sound to good on paper. Not one of my best works, but I'm giving it a shot. It's really a mystery/tragedy. Sorry, first chapter's kind of short and a little strange. Mostly a Carter fic, but involves everyone.
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It was a fairly busy day in the ER, and nothing was out of the ordinary. Mark Green kept getting whisked away to a new patient while Abby Lockhart was busy calming down a girl who had been in a car wreck and was asking for her boyfriend who had died. But Abby couldn't tell her yet because she was still in a very fragile state. Peter Benton was in surgery with Elizabeth Corday and Carol Hathaway. Dave was trying to beg for some time off, Kerry Weaver was busy with all the paperwork people were dumping on her, Luka Kovac was... everywhere and John Carter was helping a not so rich man with is new found illness.
"I hate to say it... again, sir, but I have to know if you have insurance!"
"I... No, I don't. But I know someone who could help me!" the tattered man said.
"Who is he?" Carter asked.
"Well, we don't know her real name, but we call her the Doc."
"The Doc? Why?" Carter asked, slightly puzzled.
"Well, she won't tell us her real name for some reason. She goes around the whole neighborhood helping the people who need it. She delivered my nephew last week! She has real medical training and knows how we feel. She bonds with us. She's a *real* doctor, not like you people who call yourselves doctors." The man seemed to think very highly of this woman.
"Well, than, do you know if I could call her?" Carter asked, checking a clipboard.
"Nope! She has no phone. If you want to talk to the Doc, you're going to have to go see her."
"Then where could I find her?"
"Well, she's probably working now, helping my sister with my nephew."
"OK, then. What was your name again, sir?"
"Tim. Just Tim. We all go on a first name basis where I come from."
"Right. Well, I'm Doctor Carter-"
"John Carter?" asked Tim, an impressed look upon his face, "The Doc talks about you often." Carter was confused. Had he met 'the Doc?'
"Really? What does she say?"
Tim screwed up his face, trying to remember, "Well, she says you're a good doctor. If I were to have anyone in this place, it would be you. Or maybe that Benton character... Or Corday... I can't remember all of them. Oh, and Mark Green." Carter looked at Tim hard and wondering. Who was this girl that she knew all these doctors from County General?
"Are you sure she never gave you a name?"
"Yep! But, she wanted me to give you a note..." the man began to search in his pocket, "Ah, nuts! I can't find it! Sorry. Must have dropped it somewhere."
"That's fine, sir. Um, I'll be right back," Carter said, noticing he was being paged. He left.
"Please, I have to find Michael! He needs me!" a frantic young blond girl begged Abby.
"Don't worry about him now, Mary, first we need to stabilize you," Abby told her, pushing her gently back into a horizontal position. But the girl sat up again, the blood still oozing from a bad cut in her head.
"Please, I need to see him! The Doc would understand..." the girl crossed her arms.
"Ah, yes, the famous 'Doc!' If I had a nickel for every person I have heard say that name today... But what they won't tell me is, what is her name?"
"Well, She won't tell us her name. We all just know her as 'the Doc.' She's an angel, more than a doctor, I think. It's like the Lord himself sent her to us to help poor souls such as ourselves. We don't have very much money, you see, even between the whole of us. But the Doc don't care about money. She cares about us, though. A true angel!"
"Yeah, so I've heard. Well, I hate to tell you, but your 'Doc' isn't here right now so you're stuck with Abby!"
"Abby Lockhart... You know the Doc, too!" the girl said excited, "You could find her and bring her here!"
"I wish I could, but I don't know your Doc. The only doctors I know are the ones in this hospital and a few others, but I'm pretty sure I don't-"
"But you *must* know her! She talks of you sometimes. And she *has* worked at this hospital before! You must know her! You have to!"
Abby looked up at the girl. She had heard some patients of hers speak of the Doc, but she never knew that she used to work in this hospital or that the Doc, whoever she was, knew Abby, "What does she look like?"
"Like an angel..." Mary sighed, dreamily, "Owe, my head hurts real bad now..."
"Maybe you should get some rest..." Abby suggested, but before she could say anymore, Abby had laid back on her pillow and turned her back to Abby who sighed, got up, and left.
"What have we got?" Kovac asked, jogging to Mark Green's side.
"Respiratory embolism caused heart failure. Get me an ACE inhibitor." Green demanded.
Kovac obeyed, but asked, "Are you sure-"
"Yes!" The patient seemed to be having trouble breathing. Green tried to bring the man to consciousness. He succeeded.
"Sir I need you to..." but the man wasn't paying attention.
"Doc? Doc..."
"Yeah, I'm your doctor! Forget the ACEs!"
"Weaver, fine, then let me go to this neighborhood-"
"We need you here, Dave! Don't bother me right now, please. Could you get that?" Kerry asked as the phone rang. Dave answered it and had a brief conversation.
"Ha! I'm getting out of here after all! They need someone to help a woman and her son, both of which aren't doing too well. They need an ambulance. Please let me take this!"
"Fine, go!" Weaver sighed, without looking up. Finally, he was free. He rushed off to help the people in need.
"Dr. Carter?" Deb called. Carter turned, "I found this on the floor. It's addressed to you."
"Thanks, Deb," Carter said, taking the yellow envelope. On the front, it had, in blue ink, To John Carter. He opened it.
Dear John,
You probably don't know who this is writing this and you don't need to know. But I had to tell you something that has been bothering me for at least a year, since I last saw you. What if the patients you treated that didn't make it, the loved ones you lost, or even deceased pets still lived on? What would you do to reach that part of them that was still alive? What if I told you that part Lucy Knight still lived on? Would you want to try and find that part of her? You can. Here's how: Have faith. Speak to Alison. She'll lead you to her.
Carter reread the note. He then was on his way back to Tim's room.
"Abby, phone call!" Abby heard Kerry call. Abby picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Abby Lockhart?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Well... You may know me as 'the Doc.' That's what people around this area call me."
"I am honored to speak with a doctor who is so highly praised by her patients," Abby said, with a little bit of sarcasm.
"It's not like I'm a saint or anything, but... Um, but *you* don't know me as the Doc. You know me as... someone else..." the woman was hesitant.
"Oh really?" Abby chuckled slightly. She was having fun with this woman, "And what do I call you?"
"You used to call me Lucy." Abby's mouth gaped and her fingers loosened and the phone fell to the floor with a thud.
"Where's Carter?" her whisper was barely audible.
Disclaimer: I own nada! Zippo! Except for Mary, Michael and Tim. Nope, not even the Doc is mine! Hehe
A/N: This thing is something I had in my head and doesn't sound to good on paper. Not one of my best works, but I'm giving it a shot. It's really a mystery/tragedy. Sorry, first chapter's kind of short and a little strange. Mostly a Carter fic, but involves everyone.
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It was a fairly busy day in the ER, and nothing was out of the ordinary. Mark Green kept getting whisked away to a new patient while Abby Lockhart was busy calming down a girl who had been in a car wreck and was asking for her boyfriend who had died. But Abby couldn't tell her yet because she was still in a very fragile state. Peter Benton was in surgery with Elizabeth Corday and Carol Hathaway. Dave was trying to beg for some time off, Kerry Weaver was busy with all the paperwork people were dumping on her, Luka Kovac was... everywhere and John Carter was helping a not so rich man with is new found illness.
"I hate to say it... again, sir, but I have to know if you have insurance!"
"I... No, I don't. But I know someone who could help me!" the tattered man said.
"Who is he?" Carter asked.
"Well, we don't know her real name, but we call her the Doc."
"The Doc? Why?" Carter asked, slightly puzzled.
"Well, she won't tell us her real name for some reason. She goes around the whole neighborhood helping the people who need it. She delivered my nephew last week! She has real medical training and knows how we feel. She bonds with us. She's a *real* doctor, not like you people who call yourselves doctors." The man seemed to think very highly of this woman.
"Well, than, do you know if I could call her?" Carter asked, checking a clipboard.
"Nope! She has no phone. If you want to talk to the Doc, you're going to have to go see her."
"Then where could I find her?"
"Well, she's probably working now, helping my sister with my nephew."
"OK, then. What was your name again, sir?"
"Tim. Just Tim. We all go on a first name basis where I come from."
"Right. Well, I'm Doctor Carter-"
"John Carter?" asked Tim, an impressed look upon his face, "The Doc talks about you often." Carter was confused. Had he met 'the Doc?'
"Really? What does she say?"
Tim screwed up his face, trying to remember, "Well, she says you're a good doctor. If I were to have anyone in this place, it would be you. Or maybe that Benton character... Or Corday... I can't remember all of them. Oh, and Mark Green." Carter looked at Tim hard and wondering. Who was this girl that she knew all these doctors from County General?
"Are you sure she never gave you a name?"
"Yep! But, she wanted me to give you a note..." the man began to search in his pocket, "Ah, nuts! I can't find it! Sorry. Must have dropped it somewhere."
"That's fine, sir. Um, I'll be right back," Carter said, noticing he was being paged. He left.
"Please, I have to find Michael! He needs me!" a frantic young blond girl begged Abby.
"Don't worry about him now, Mary, first we need to stabilize you," Abby told her, pushing her gently back into a horizontal position. But the girl sat up again, the blood still oozing from a bad cut in her head.
"Please, I need to see him! The Doc would understand..." the girl crossed her arms.
"Ah, yes, the famous 'Doc!' If I had a nickel for every person I have heard say that name today... But what they won't tell me is, what is her name?"
"Well, She won't tell us her name. We all just know her as 'the Doc.' She's an angel, more than a doctor, I think. It's like the Lord himself sent her to us to help poor souls such as ourselves. We don't have very much money, you see, even between the whole of us. But the Doc don't care about money. She cares about us, though. A true angel!"
"Yeah, so I've heard. Well, I hate to tell you, but your 'Doc' isn't here right now so you're stuck with Abby!"
"Abby Lockhart... You know the Doc, too!" the girl said excited, "You could find her and bring her here!"
"I wish I could, but I don't know your Doc. The only doctors I know are the ones in this hospital and a few others, but I'm pretty sure I don't-"
"But you *must* know her! She talks of you sometimes. And she *has* worked at this hospital before! You must know her! You have to!"
Abby looked up at the girl. She had heard some patients of hers speak of the Doc, but she never knew that she used to work in this hospital or that the Doc, whoever she was, knew Abby, "What does she look like?"
"Like an angel..." Mary sighed, dreamily, "Owe, my head hurts real bad now..."
"Maybe you should get some rest..." Abby suggested, but before she could say anymore, Abby had laid back on her pillow and turned her back to Abby who sighed, got up, and left.
"What have we got?" Kovac asked, jogging to Mark Green's side.
"Respiratory embolism caused heart failure. Get me an ACE inhibitor." Green demanded.
Kovac obeyed, but asked, "Are you sure-"
"Yes!" The patient seemed to be having trouble breathing. Green tried to bring the man to consciousness. He succeeded.
"Sir I need you to..." but the man wasn't paying attention.
"Doc? Doc..."
"Yeah, I'm your doctor! Forget the ACEs!"
"Weaver, fine, then let me go to this neighborhood-"
"We need you here, Dave! Don't bother me right now, please. Could you get that?" Kerry asked as the phone rang. Dave answered it and had a brief conversation.
"Ha! I'm getting out of here after all! They need someone to help a woman and her son, both of which aren't doing too well. They need an ambulance. Please let me take this!"
"Fine, go!" Weaver sighed, without looking up. Finally, he was free. He rushed off to help the people in need.
"Dr. Carter?" Deb called. Carter turned, "I found this on the floor. It's addressed to you."
"Thanks, Deb," Carter said, taking the yellow envelope. On the front, it had, in blue ink, To John Carter. He opened it.
Dear John,
You probably don't know who this is writing this and you don't need to know. But I had to tell you something that has been bothering me for at least a year, since I last saw you. What if the patients you treated that didn't make it, the loved ones you lost, or even deceased pets still lived on? What would you do to reach that part of them that was still alive? What if I told you that part Lucy Knight still lived on? Would you want to try and find that part of her? You can. Here's how: Have faith. Speak to Alison. She'll lead you to her.
Carter reread the note. He then was on his way back to Tim's room.
"Abby, phone call!" Abby heard Kerry call. Abby picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Abby Lockhart?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Well... You may know me as 'the Doc.' That's what people around this area call me."
"I am honored to speak with a doctor who is so highly praised by her patients," Abby said, with a little bit of sarcasm.
"It's not like I'm a saint or anything, but... Um, but *you* don't know me as the Doc. You know me as... someone else..." the woman was hesitant.
"Oh really?" Abby chuckled slightly. She was having fun with this woman, "And what do I call you?"
"You used to call me Lucy." Abby's mouth gaped and her fingers loosened and the phone fell to the floor with a thud.
"Where's Carter?" her whisper was barely audible.