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JOHN CARTER'S MEMORIES OF LUCY...
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SUMMARY:
John Carter has a few memories of Lucy Knight.
I remember I was sleeping when the sheet was pulled off my head.
"This is Dr. John Carter." Dr. Kerry Weaver said to the young women beside her. "Thanks for the wakeup call!" I yelled as Dr. Weaver and the young women walked out of the room.
The young women looked back, but continued to walk away.
'She is so beautiful. Who is she?" I think to myself as I fall back to sleep.
A while later I go to find the young women, so I can ask her, her name.
"John, I would like you to meet Lucy Knight, your new medical student." Dr. Weaver tells me.
'The young women I think is so beautiful is my med student?' I think to myself.
I have a few other memories of Lucy Knight as well...
Lucy was just beginning her internship at Cook County General Hospital, when I left her in charge of a Halloween party. I came home to find two medical students throwing my chair in flames off the balcony. I walked upstairs and said the party was over, but not everyone left. Then I went to my room to try and get some sleep. I woke up a while later, to someone pounding on my door. It was Lucy; two of her friends were near death. Lucy was drunk, but still thought like a doctor. Thanks to Lucy her two friends are now doctors.
One night I came into a trauma room and told Lucy to let Carol finish the first IV and help me with second one.
"I can't!" Lucy yelled and ran from the room.
I later found her on the roof, crying. I yelled at Lucy for telling me she could do an IV when she couldn't. She told me she was sorry and we stayed on the roof a bit longer.
Well another memory is what I like to call the glue brothers. I kind of got STUCK ON THEM could say. Lucy had to shave me away.
Later that day Lucy caught me shaving off the rest of my moustache and beard. Now because of the glue brothers, I no longer have a beard or moustache.
There was another time I asked Lucy to do a pelvic exam on a drag queen. She forgot to grease the glove and got her hand stuck.
I had to help her get her hand back. I can't remember what happened next, but Lucy's face was a red as a strawberry.
One day Lucy was doing kickboxing; I walked in not knowing about it and got kicked through a window.
Everyone surrounded me asking,
'What happened?'
Lucy and I went into exam room four, so Lucy could take care the cut on my hand.
"You're bleeding." She said touching my forehead.
Then she put her hands on either side of my face, kissed and blew on the cut.
"Is that better?" She asked. "Much." I replied.
She looked into my eyes and kissed me again, this time on the lips.
"We shouldn't be doing this." I said. "I know." Lucy replied and this time I kissed her.
Lucy lay on the cold floor and if we wouldn't have got caught, Lucy and I probably would've had sex. Lucy and I got up real quick, but we had been caught.
Well now it's…
February 14th, I remember going into exam room four to talk to Lucy and feeling something sharp hit my back. I grabbed a tray to try and steady myself, but the tray gave way. It feels as if everything is happening in slow motion.
"Help somebody!" I yell crashing to the ground with the tray, but no heard my cries for help.
The music from the Valentine's Day party is too loud. I look over to the other side of the room and see Lucy lying in a pool of her own blood.
"Lucy." I whisper. "Carter." She mouths.
"Okay! Five more minutes and the music goes off!" I hear Dr. Weaver yell, before everything goes black.
Someone must have found Lucy and me, because I woke up on a gurney.
A penlight being shined in my eyes, my co-workers are surrounding me, as I look over into the next room.
"Is that, Lucy?" I asked feeling a sharp pain in my back. "Yes." Someone answers. "How is she?" I ask feeling a sharp pain in my back.
"Not so good." Someone answers.
A while later after undergoing surgery, I wake up in a recovery room. I wake to find my teacher and co-worker, Dr. Benton sitting beside my bed.
"How is she?" I ask, Dr. Benton looks away, but will not answer my question. "She's dead, is she?" I ask already knowing the answer.
"Yes." Dr. Benton finally confirms. "My back hurts." I say as I look away and begin to cry.
"I'll get you some morphine; I want you up and walking in twelve hours." Dr. Benton says and leaves the room.
That's when it hits me Lucy is dead and she's not coming back.
Now it's been a couple of days, today Lucy's mom came to see me. She asked if it hurt to have an eight inch knife shoved into your back.
"It all happened so fast Lucy and I didn't feel a thing." I said lying to Lucy's mother.
We sit there talking and remembering all we can about Lucy. After a while I head back to my room.
I could probably tell more about Lucy, but I can't think anymore now.
Though Lucy and I had our fights, I knew from the beginning I knew I loved her.
Now she's gone and it seems as though she were an angel.
As strange as it sounds I think of Lucy as my Guardian Angel. I retired from being a doctor years ago.
I never married nor had any children.
I am now ninety-five years old; I close my eyes and take a final breath.
THE END