Well, this is an old fanfic of mine. I'm truly sorry for not updating sooner (like... a year ago) but there have been some problems. 'Nough about that though, let's get this ball rolling again!
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Title: Reunited
Author: Tanya Long (WyleFan)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: LOTS. Spoilers from *every* season.
Summary: Past ER characters come back.
Authors Note: Feel free to flame if you feel necessary. Any criticism is appreciated.
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"Excuse me, can you help me?" An elderly man asked Kerry Weaver, who was finishing up paper work before leaving for a week long vacation in the Caribbean.
"What can I do for you?" She asked the man, while still daydreaming of laying on the beach with the hot sun on her back.
"I'm looking for our son," he said, gesturing towards a woman who had just walked up beside him.
"What's your sons name?" Kerry asked absently.
"John Carter."
This pulled Kerry away from her daydreaming. "John Carter? Doctor, John Carter?"
"Yes, is he working today?" The woman asked.
"Uh, yeah, let me go get him."
Kerry got up and went to Curtain Area 2 where Carter was treating a woman with a deep laceration on her right arm.
"Ms. O'Neal, you're going to have to have stitches," Carter was telling the woman when Kerry came in.
"John, I'll do this, you have visitors at the Admit desk," Kerry told him.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"You're parents." At this Carter let out a laugh.
"My parents? Yeah right, funny Kerry."
"Really Carter, your parents are out front. Least they say they're your parents."
"OK." Turning back to the woman he said, "Dr. Weaver is going to do your stitches for you, is that all right?"
The woman nodded so Carter got up from the stool he was sitting on and took his gloves off. After putting them in the garbage bin he turned and headed to Admit.
"Mom, dad? Is something wrong?" Carter asked when he saw his parents.
"John, it's so good to see you," his mother said as she gave him a hug.
"Son, how are you?" His father asked him as he placed a hand on Carter's shoulder.
"I'm fine," Carter told them as he pulled away. "What are you doing here?"
"We figured we come to see you since it had been so long since we had last seen you," his mother said.
"Yeah, that's because you always were away. Now really, what are doing here? Is Gamma all right?" Carter was beginning to get nervous.
"You're grandmother is fine," his father told him.
"Then what the hell are you doing here?" Carter asked. He was beginning to get angry.
"John, why are you angry with us for coming to see you?" His mother asked him as he turned to take a chart from the desk.
"Is that a trick question?" Carter asked her.
"John, what have we done to upset you?" His mother asked.
"I don't have time to list the answers to that, I've got to get back to work," he said as he turned and walked toward Exam 1 where he had a sprained ankle waiting for him.
His parents looked at each other as his mother began to cry. Mr. Carter put his arms around her as the walked out of the hospital.
"Hey Malucci, what are you doing?" Dr. Mark Greene yelled at Dave Malucci as he stepped into the lounge.
"What does it look like?" Dave said back.
"It looks like you're throwing scalpels at a dart board!" Greene said as he grabbed a cup of coffee.
Dave began to laugh. "Aren't you observative! Here," he handed Greene a scalpel. "Give it a shot."
"I don't think so Malucci," Greene said as he handed the scalpel back.
"Come on, it's easy watch," Dave said as he threw the scalpel at the dart board with the flick of his wrist. It hit dead on in the center.
"All right," Greene said as he took the scalpel back. "How do I do this?"
"Just flick your wrist and let go," Dave told him.
Greene lined himself up with the dart board. He threw the scalpel just as Kerry Weaver walked in. The back of the scalpel hit the dart board and it fell to the floor.
"What is going on in here?" Kerry asked.
"Nothing Chief, Mark here was just learning how to play darts with a little improvisation," Dave told her.
Shaking her head she went to her locker. "I'd give you shit Mark, Malucci, but I have a plane to catch." She grabbed her bag from her locker and left the lounge.
When she was gone Mark began to laugh. "So Dave, what did I do wrong?"
Malucci went over to him and started to explain it to him again.
"Hey Randy," Kerry called to the girl behind the Admit desk. "I'm outta here, see ya next week."
"Bye Doctor Weaver," Randy said as she walked by.
Just as Weaver had stepped outside an ambulance pulled up and Carter ran out.
"Dr. Weaver, we may need your help," he called. "This is the first of three ambulances coming in. Multi-victim MVA."
"I can't Carter, I have to go catch my plane," she called back.
"Luka isn't here yet," he informed her as he ran to grab the first gurney.
"Well Mark and Malucci are in the lounge," she told him, "and Benton in on."
"Can you stick around five minutes until we know if we need you?" Carter asked.
"You've got four minutes, then I'm out of here!" She told him as she walked back inside and headed to the lounge.
"Dr. Benton," the nurse on the Surgical Ward called to him.
"What?" He asked.
"A multi-victim MVA is coming into the ER right now, they need you down there!" She told him.
"OK, thanks," he said as he ran towards the elevator.
"Hey Chief," Malucci said as Kerry went back into the lounge. "I thought you were leaving."
"I was but a trauma just came in. They may need me, and they defiantly need you two out there," she told Dave and Mark.
They hurried out of the lounge and ran into the ambulance bay as two more ambulances pulled in.
Malucci ran to take a seven year old boy with a broken arm and a head injury. Mark ran to the other entrance.
As the gurney was pulled out Mark couldn't make out anything about the man because there was so much blood. He wanted to see if he was coherent so he asked his name.
The guy was fading in and out but he managed to answer David Morgenstern.
"Dr. Morgenstern? Oh my God, Heleh, go get Kerry NOW!" Mark screamed as he helped pull the gurney into trauma two.
"Dr. Weaver," Heleh said as she stepped into the lounge. "Mark needs you in trauma two immediately."
"What is it Mark?" Kerry asked when she got there.
"Kerry, David Morgenstern decided to pay us a little visit today," Mark said as he pointed at the man laying on the trauma table.
"Oh my God, David?" Kerry said as she rushed to put gloves on.
Just then Benton came in. "What do we have?" He asked as he put gloves on as well.
"White male, multi-victim MVA, complains of upper chest pain and respiratory problems," Mark told him as he began to cut David's shirt off.
"Sir," Benton said. "Can you tell me your name?"
There was no answer.
"Peter," Mark whispered, "it's David Morgenstern."
"What?" Benton said as he looked down at the man laying helplessly in front of him.
Just then the heart monitor began to beep at an alarming rate.
"He's in V-tach," Heleh said as Peter reached for the paddles.
"Charge to a hundred," he yelled. "Clear!"
As he brought the paddles down on David's chest his body spasmed upward from the shock, but his heart beat did no slow down.
"Charge to two hundred, Clear!"
With this shock David's heart beat began to slow down.
"All right, he's back," Peter said as he checked David's pulse.
"Can you tell me your name?" Malucci asked the young boy sitting on the bed in front of him.
"Jason," the boy whispered.
"Well Jason, the cut on your forehead is going to need some stitches, and we'll put a cast on your arm. Your lucky though, you not hurt too seriously," Malucci said as he reached for the suture kit Yosh had brought him.
"Yeah, real lucky," Jason said. "Where's my mom?"
"Your mom is just down the hall, I'll go check on her," Yosh said as he was stepping out the door.
"Ma'am, please let me finish the stitches in your arm," Carter pleaded with the woman he was treating.
"Where's my son, where's Jason?" The woman yelled at Carter.
Just then Yosh walked in. "Miss, your son is fine, he has a broken arm and he needed stitches in his forehead, nothing serious."
The woman let out a sigh of relief and relaxed to let Carter finish her stitches.
"David, can you hear me?" Kerry asked when she noticed David's eyes fluttering.
"Where am I... Kerry?" David said as he opened his eyes.
"You were in a car accident, do you remembered?" She asked.
"No... was anybody else hurt?"
"A woman and her son, but they'll be fine," Kerry told him.
"What about me, am I ok?"
"You'll be fine. You gave us a bit of a scare."
As she told him this, Peter Benton walked into the room.
"Dr. Morgenstern?" He asked as he pulled the chart out of the holder at the edge of the bed.
"Peter, I'm retired, call me David."
"Any ways David, you're going to be fine. They're going to keep you in the hospital for a few..."
"Peter," David interrupted him. "I know the routine."
Peter laughed. "Of course you do!"
"Hey Carter," Malucci said as he stepped into the lounge to get a cup of coffee. "What's all this commotion over this Morgenstern guy?"
"What about Morgenstern?" Carter asked as he placed his glass in the sink.
"He was the other victim in the MVA. Dr. Greene's patient," Malucci informed him.
"Oh my God, Morgenstern?" Carter asked. "David Morgenstern?"
When Malucci nodded Carter dashed out of the lounge and ran into Mark.
"Hey Mark, what's this I hear about Morgenstern?" Carter asked.
After recovering from Carter hitting him in the stomach, Mark explained the situation to Carter.
"Wow, so he's still around huh?" Carter said with a laugh after hearing that David was fine.
Mark laughed at that. "Yeah, who would have thought he'd still be around."
"Any ways, now that I know he's all right, I should get going," Carter said as he went back into the lounge to grab his bag and head home.
"Hey, Dr. Benton, can you please explain to me who David Morgenstern is?" Malucci asked as Benton came in for a quick bite to eat.
"What?" Benton said between a bite.
"This Morgenstern guy that came in with the MVA earlier. He seems to have the entire ER in an uproar," Malucci said as he finished off his cup of coffee.
"Oh, David Morgenstern was the Chief of Emergency Services, but he resigned back in 1998, after a small incident," Benton said, recalling that "small incident" in his head.
"What happened?" Malucci asked, getting interested.
"Well, something went wrong when we were operating together and the man died. I noticed Morgenstern and gone wrong but he wouldn't listen to me so I pushed him out of the way in an attempt to save the patient. When Morgenstern finally admitted he had been wrong, he resigned... worst day in my life," Benton said as he sat down on the couch.
"Worst day of your life? What do you mean by that?" Malucci asked as he sat down on the couch, curiosity taking over... as usual.
"David Morgenstern was my mentor. He was the man I looked up to at the beginning of my career and when he resigned it felt like... never mind," Benton said as he put his head back and closed his eyes.
"Felt like what?" Malucci pressured.
"Felt like life itself didn't make sense, you know? The person I had admired for years just... quit... after one mistake."
Benton still had his eyes closed so Malucci decided to slip out quietly and let Benton have some privacy.
"Hello," John said as he picked up the phone.
"Hey John."
"Mom!?" John asked, taken back a little.
"Yes. You sound surprise," his mother said on the other end of the phone.
"What is it you want, I'm very busy," John lied. He was really watching some re-run of the Andy Griffiths show on television.
"Why can't I phone you and try to catch up?" His mother asked, the sound of hurt in her voice.
"Because you never did before," John said dryly.
"John, the way you're treating your father and I isn't fair," his mother said as she began to cry.
"Fair? You want to talk fair? Was it really fair how you and dad were always gone? Even as my brother lay there, bed stricken, dying of leukemia, you were... where were you again?" John hissed into the phone.
"Italy," his mother answered quietly.
"Italy. You were in Italy while Gamma and I looked after Bobby. And what about Chase? Did you ever even go see him?" John was letting off a lifetime worth of resentment towards his mother.
"No, he isn't my son," his mother said.
"No mom, but he's your nephew. And Bobby was your son mom, and you weren't there for him!" John practically screamed into the phone.
"I know," his mother whispered.
Softer, John said, "And you weren't there for me mom. You have never been there for me."
"But I want that to change John," his mother said.
"How can you expect it to change? It's been thirty years, it's a little too late for that."
"It doesn't have to be John."
"What is it, mom? What is it about now that you all of a sudden want to be in my life again?" John asked.
"John... I'm dying."
John just there silently. He then hung up after saying, "Yeah, well not much difference in my life if you think about it."
Immediately after hanging up he regretted what he had said, but didn't dare phone back. He knew it was the truth. There was many times when he didn't even know if his parents were alive or dead until he received a postcard from some different country. It had been a long time since he had even received a post card though, so he really meant it when he said no difference.
But at the same time there was a nagging feel in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't figure out what was wrong, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to go away. He went into his bedroom and laid down on the bed.
"No, he's doing all right. He was in rehab for the summer but he's doing fine now," Mark said into the phone. After listening for a moment he said, "I don't think it's necessary you come here, he's fine, but if you, Carol, and the girls want to come for a visit, we'd all love to see you."
After listening a little longer, "OK, Saturday... a surprise? Sure thing, I won't tell a soul!"
Mark hung up. He couldn't believe it, after nearly two years, he was going to see Doug Ross again... and this time he'd be a married man and a father. Incredible.
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Title: Reunited
Author: Tanya Long (WyleFan)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: LOTS. Spoilers from *every* season.
Summary: Past ER characters come back.
Authors Note: Feel free to flame if you feel necessary. Any criticism is appreciated.
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"Excuse me, can you help me?" An elderly man asked Kerry Weaver, who was finishing up paper work before leaving for a week long vacation in the Caribbean.
"What can I do for you?" She asked the man, while still daydreaming of laying on the beach with the hot sun on her back.
"I'm looking for our son," he said, gesturing towards a woman who had just walked up beside him.
"What's your sons name?" Kerry asked absently.
"John Carter."
This pulled Kerry away from her daydreaming. "John Carter? Doctor, John Carter?"
"Yes, is he working today?" The woman asked.
"Uh, yeah, let me go get him."
Kerry got up and went to Curtain Area 2 where Carter was treating a woman with a deep laceration on her right arm.
"Ms. O'Neal, you're going to have to have stitches," Carter was telling the woman when Kerry came in.
"John, I'll do this, you have visitors at the Admit desk," Kerry told him.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"You're parents." At this Carter let out a laugh.
"My parents? Yeah right, funny Kerry."
"Really Carter, your parents are out front. Least they say they're your parents."
"OK." Turning back to the woman he said, "Dr. Weaver is going to do your stitches for you, is that all right?"
The woman nodded so Carter got up from the stool he was sitting on and took his gloves off. After putting them in the garbage bin he turned and headed to Admit.
"Mom, dad? Is something wrong?" Carter asked when he saw his parents.
"John, it's so good to see you," his mother said as she gave him a hug.
"Son, how are you?" His father asked him as he placed a hand on Carter's shoulder.
"I'm fine," Carter told them as he pulled away. "What are you doing here?"
"We figured we come to see you since it had been so long since we had last seen you," his mother said.
"Yeah, that's because you always were away. Now really, what are doing here? Is Gamma all right?" Carter was beginning to get nervous.
"You're grandmother is fine," his father told him.
"Then what the hell are you doing here?" Carter asked. He was beginning to get angry.
"John, why are you angry with us for coming to see you?" His mother asked him as he turned to take a chart from the desk.
"Is that a trick question?" Carter asked her.
"John, what have we done to upset you?" His mother asked.
"I don't have time to list the answers to that, I've got to get back to work," he said as he turned and walked toward Exam 1 where he had a sprained ankle waiting for him.
His parents looked at each other as his mother began to cry. Mr. Carter put his arms around her as the walked out of the hospital.
"Hey Malucci, what are you doing?" Dr. Mark Greene yelled at Dave Malucci as he stepped into the lounge.
"What does it look like?" Dave said back.
"It looks like you're throwing scalpels at a dart board!" Greene said as he grabbed a cup of coffee.
Dave began to laugh. "Aren't you observative! Here," he handed Greene a scalpel. "Give it a shot."
"I don't think so Malucci," Greene said as he handed the scalpel back.
"Come on, it's easy watch," Dave said as he threw the scalpel at the dart board with the flick of his wrist. It hit dead on in the center.
"All right," Greene said as he took the scalpel back. "How do I do this?"
"Just flick your wrist and let go," Dave told him.
Greene lined himself up with the dart board. He threw the scalpel just as Kerry Weaver walked in. The back of the scalpel hit the dart board and it fell to the floor.
"What is going on in here?" Kerry asked.
"Nothing Chief, Mark here was just learning how to play darts with a little improvisation," Dave told her.
Shaking her head she went to her locker. "I'd give you shit Mark, Malucci, but I have a plane to catch." She grabbed her bag from her locker and left the lounge.
When she was gone Mark began to laugh. "So Dave, what did I do wrong?"
Malucci went over to him and started to explain it to him again.
"Hey Randy," Kerry called to the girl behind the Admit desk. "I'm outta here, see ya next week."
"Bye Doctor Weaver," Randy said as she walked by.
Just as Weaver had stepped outside an ambulance pulled up and Carter ran out.
"Dr. Weaver, we may need your help," he called. "This is the first of three ambulances coming in. Multi-victim MVA."
"I can't Carter, I have to go catch my plane," she called back.
"Luka isn't here yet," he informed her as he ran to grab the first gurney.
"Well Mark and Malucci are in the lounge," she told him, "and Benton in on."
"Can you stick around five minutes until we know if we need you?" Carter asked.
"You've got four minutes, then I'm out of here!" She told him as she walked back inside and headed to the lounge.
"Dr. Benton," the nurse on the Surgical Ward called to him.
"What?" He asked.
"A multi-victim MVA is coming into the ER right now, they need you down there!" She told him.
"OK, thanks," he said as he ran towards the elevator.
"Hey Chief," Malucci said as Kerry went back into the lounge. "I thought you were leaving."
"I was but a trauma just came in. They may need me, and they defiantly need you two out there," she told Dave and Mark.
They hurried out of the lounge and ran into the ambulance bay as two more ambulances pulled in.
Malucci ran to take a seven year old boy with a broken arm and a head injury. Mark ran to the other entrance.
As the gurney was pulled out Mark couldn't make out anything about the man because there was so much blood. He wanted to see if he was coherent so he asked his name.
The guy was fading in and out but he managed to answer David Morgenstern.
"Dr. Morgenstern? Oh my God, Heleh, go get Kerry NOW!" Mark screamed as he helped pull the gurney into trauma two.
"Dr. Weaver," Heleh said as she stepped into the lounge. "Mark needs you in trauma two immediately."
"What is it Mark?" Kerry asked when she got there.
"Kerry, David Morgenstern decided to pay us a little visit today," Mark said as he pointed at the man laying on the trauma table.
"Oh my God, David?" Kerry said as she rushed to put gloves on.
Just then Benton came in. "What do we have?" He asked as he put gloves on as well.
"White male, multi-victim MVA, complains of upper chest pain and respiratory problems," Mark told him as he began to cut David's shirt off.
"Sir," Benton said. "Can you tell me your name?"
There was no answer.
"Peter," Mark whispered, "it's David Morgenstern."
"What?" Benton said as he looked down at the man laying helplessly in front of him.
Just then the heart monitor began to beep at an alarming rate.
"He's in V-tach," Heleh said as Peter reached for the paddles.
"Charge to a hundred," he yelled. "Clear!"
As he brought the paddles down on David's chest his body spasmed upward from the shock, but his heart beat did no slow down.
"Charge to two hundred, Clear!"
With this shock David's heart beat began to slow down.
"All right, he's back," Peter said as he checked David's pulse.
"Can you tell me your name?" Malucci asked the young boy sitting on the bed in front of him.
"Jason," the boy whispered.
"Well Jason, the cut on your forehead is going to need some stitches, and we'll put a cast on your arm. Your lucky though, you not hurt too seriously," Malucci said as he reached for the suture kit Yosh had brought him.
"Yeah, real lucky," Jason said. "Where's my mom?"
"Your mom is just down the hall, I'll go check on her," Yosh said as he was stepping out the door.
"Ma'am, please let me finish the stitches in your arm," Carter pleaded with the woman he was treating.
"Where's my son, where's Jason?" The woman yelled at Carter.
Just then Yosh walked in. "Miss, your son is fine, he has a broken arm and he needed stitches in his forehead, nothing serious."
The woman let out a sigh of relief and relaxed to let Carter finish her stitches.
"David, can you hear me?" Kerry asked when she noticed David's eyes fluttering.
"Where am I... Kerry?" David said as he opened his eyes.
"You were in a car accident, do you remembered?" She asked.
"No... was anybody else hurt?"
"A woman and her son, but they'll be fine," Kerry told him.
"What about me, am I ok?"
"You'll be fine. You gave us a bit of a scare."
As she told him this, Peter Benton walked into the room.
"Dr. Morgenstern?" He asked as he pulled the chart out of the holder at the edge of the bed.
"Peter, I'm retired, call me David."
"Any ways David, you're going to be fine. They're going to keep you in the hospital for a few..."
"Peter," David interrupted him. "I know the routine."
Peter laughed. "Of course you do!"
"Hey Carter," Malucci said as he stepped into the lounge to get a cup of coffee. "What's all this commotion over this Morgenstern guy?"
"What about Morgenstern?" Carter asked as he placed his glass in the sink.
"He was the other victim in the MVA. Dr. Greene's patient," Malucci informed him.
"Oh my God, Morgenstern?" Carter asked. "David Morgenstern?"
When Malucci nodded Carter dashed out of the lounge and ran into Mark.
"Hey Mark, what's this I hear about Morgenstern?" Carter asked.
After recovering from Carter hitting him in the stomach, Mark explained the situation to Carter.
"Wow, so he's still around huh?" Carter said with a laugh after hearing that David was fine.
Mark laughed at that. "Yeah, who would have thought he'd still be around."
"Any ways, now that I know he's all right, I should get going," Carter said as he went back into the lounge to grab his bag and head home.
"Hey, Dr. Benton, can you please explain to me who David Morgenstern is?" Malucci asked as Benton came in for a quick bite to eat.
"What?" Benton said between a bite.
"This Morgenstern guy that came in with the MVA earlier. He seems to have the entire ER in an uproar," Malucci said as he finished off his cup of coffee.
"Oh, David Morgenstern was the Chief of Emergency Services, but he resigned back in 1998, after a small incident," Benton said, recalling that "small incident" in his head.
"What happened?" Malucci asked, getting interested.
"Well, something went wrong when we were operating together and the man died. I noticed Morgenstern and gone wrong but he wouldn't listen to me so I pushed him out of the way in an attempt to save the patient. When Morgenstern finally admitted he had been wrong, he resigned... worst day in my life," Benton said as he sat down on the couch.
"Worst day of your life? What do you mean by that?" Malucci asked as he sat down on the couch, curiosity taking over... as usual.
"David Morgenstern was my mentor. He was the man I looked up to at the beginning of my career and when he resigned it felt like... never mind," Benton said as he put his head back and closed his eyes.
"Felt like what?" Malucci pressured.
"Felt like life itself didn't make sense, you know? The person I had admired for years just... quit... after one mistake."
Benton still had his eyes closed so Malucci decided to slip out quietly and let Benton have some privacy.
"Hello," John said as he picked up the phone.
"Hey John."
"Mom!?" John asked, taken back a little.
"Yes. You sound surprise," his mother said on the other end of the phone.
"What is it you want, I'm very busy," John lied. He was really watching some re-run of the Andy Griffiths show on television.
"Why can't I phone you and try to catch up?" His mother asked, the sound of hurt in her voice.
"Because you never did before," John said dryly.
"John, the way you're treating your father and I isn't fair," his mother said as she began to cry.
"Fair? You want to talk fair? Was it really fair how you and dad were always gone? Even as my brother lay there, bed stricken, dying of leukemia, you were... where were you again?" John hissed into the phone.
"Italy," his mother answered quietly.
"Italy. You were in Italy while Gamma and I looked after Bobby. And what about Chase? Did you ever even go see him?" John was letting off a lifetime worth of resentment towards his mother.
"No, he isn't my son," his mother said.
"No mom, but he's your nephew. And Bobby was your son mom, and you weren't there for him!" John practically screamed into the phone.
"I know," his mother whispered.
Softer, John said, "And you weren't there for me mom. You have never been there for me."
"But I want that to change John," his mother said.
"How can you expect it to change? It's been thirty years, it's a little too late for that."
"It doesn't have to be John."
"What is it, mom? What is it about now that you all of a sudden want to be in my life again?" John asked.
"John... I'm dying."
John just there silently. He then hung up after saying, "Yeah, well not much difference in my life if you think about it."
Immediately after hanging up he regretted what he had said, but didn't dare phone back. He knew it was the truth. There was many times when he didn't even know if his parents were alive or dead until he received a postcard from some different country. It had been a long time since he had even received a post card though, so he really meant it when he said no difference.
But at the same time there was a nagging feel in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't figure out what was wrong, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to go away. He went into his bedroom and laid down on the bed.
"No, he's doing all right. He was in rehab for the summer but he's doing fine now," Mark said into the phone. After listening for a moment he said, "I don't think it's necessary you come here, he's fine, but if you, Carol, and the girls want to come for a visit, we'd all love to see you."
After listening a little longer, "OK, Saturday... a surprise? Sure thing, I won't tell a soul!"
Mark hung up. He couldn't believe it, after nearly two years, he was going to see Doug Ross again... and this time he'd be a married man and a father. Incredible.