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LIKELY TO DIE
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Featuring:
Dr. John Carter
Abby Lockhart
Millicent Carter
Kerry Weaver
Eleanor Carter
And:
Brian
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO THE ER CHARACTERS. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION
AND THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO NBC.
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"Anyway, I will file charges against him." Abby announced defiantly, as she sat in
the living room of Millicent Carter's expansive home.
John was seated beside her on the sofa having insisting on bringing her to his house after
he saw her in the ER. Having just been attacked by her neighbor, her skin was black and blue
from his incessant pounding on her face.
"Well, you're staying here tonight, you can't go home." He flat-out ordered.
"That is nonsense, the police said they were going to keep an eye on my apartment, I assume
they already arrested Brian." "Assuming isn't good enough."
"Carter." She said, giving him the cool-it look. "Listen, I don't think your mother would
like my staying here."
"Doesn't matter, Gamma said you could, and it's her house."
"Carter," she pleaded, "I don't want to start a family feud." She almost laughed at the
thought of Eleanor Carter finding her in the living room of the same house in which she resided.
"Don't worry about it."
"Fine. I just need to go back to my apartment to get my things."
"Can you wait 'till I get back from the ER, Kerry insisted I come back for the staff meeting.
She's adding a new attending."
"Another doc, listen just drop me off on your way and I'll take a cab back here."
"You're not going to that apartment alone."
"Drop me off or I will take myself via Chicago taxi."
"Look, don't worry about the cab. Gamma's Jeep is out front, take it, I'll drive the Benz."
"I don't know."
"Take it, it's fine."
"Okay, I'll see you back here at what time?"
"I should be back no later than ten," he said getting up from the soft leather sofa,
glancing at his wristwatch, which read eight-thirty.
"Great."
Abby Lockhart planted herself behind the wheel of the Grand Cherokee Limited, as she surveyed
the leather interior. It seemed odd that Gamma would drive a Sport-Utility, but she guessed it
helped in the Chicago winters.
She put the Jeep into drive as she followed John, driving a Mercedes coupe too fast on the wet
snow. She sped up to keep up with his fast pace, turning out of the Chicago residential
community and onto the highway, then the interstate to the streets of downtown.
Snow was blowing hard as John turned into the hospital and Abby continued past keeping a
higher rate of speed than she should.
Luckily there was a vehicle pulling out in front of her building and she eased her way in right
behind him, putting the SUV into park. She had just removed her safety-belt when the passenger
door opened and the face she knew to well, pointed a hand-gun at her.
"Oh, fuck." She sighed.
He sat down in the seat, pulling on his safety belt, as he ordered her to get away from the
building.
"Fast, the police are all over our unit."
"How the hell did you avoid them?" She asked tersely, as she pulled out of the space. "I filed
charges."
"Saw them coming in from the window, headed down to the basement. Lucky you pulled up."
"Go to hell," she snapped as she continued speeding down the street, hoping to be caught by a
police officer.
I have to get out of here, the thought was pressing, and she tried to avoid looking at the
weapon, that assured her death. She pushed the accelerator harder, now doing sixty-five on the
wet streets, weaving in and out of traffic to avoid colliding with another vehicle.
As the traffic light ahead turned yellow, she made a hard right through an intersection
heading into the uptown residential area. She sped up faster as Brian started talking on a
cellular phone. When she hit seventy, she put the car on cruise control.
Saying a silent prayer, she glanced in her side mirror, assuring herself no one was approaching
beside her, as she glanced at the yellow-light at the approaching intersection. She grabbed
the door handle, as she released the steering wheel and propelled herself out of the fast
moving vehicle.
LIKELY TO DIE
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Featuring:
Dr. John Carter
Abby Lockhart
Millicent Carter
Kerry Weaver
Eleanor Carter
And:
Brian
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO THE ER CHARACTERS. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION
AND THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO NBC.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
"Anyway, I will file charges against him." Abby announced defiantly, as she sat in
the living room of Millicent Carter's expansive home.
John was seated beside her on the sofa having insisting on bringing her to his house after
he saw her in the ER. Having just been attacked by her neighbor, her skin was black and blue
from his incessant pounding on her face.
"Well, you're staying here tonight, you can't go home." He flat-out ordered.
"That is nonsense, the police said they were going to keep an eye on my apartment, I assume
they already arrested Brian." "Assuming isn't good enough."
"Carter." She said, giving him the cool-it look. "Listen, I don't think your mother would
like my staying here."
"Doesn't matter, Gamma said you could, and it's her house."
"Carter," she pleaded, "I don't want to start a family feud." She almost laughed at the
thought of Eleanor Carter finding her in the living room of the same house in which she resided.
"Don't worry about it."
"Fine. I just need to go back to my apartment to get my things."
"Can you wait 'till I get back from the ER, Kerry insisted I come back for the staff meeting.
She's adding a new attending."
"Another doc, listen just drop me off on your way and I'll take a cab back here."
"You're not going to that apartment alone."
"Drop me off or I will take myself via Chicago taxi."
"Look, don't worry about the cab. Gamma's Jeep is out front, take it, I'll drive the Benz."
"I don't know."
"Take it, it's fine."
"Okay, I'll see you back here at what time?"
"I should be back no later than ten," he said getting up from the soft leather sofa,
glancing at his wristwatch, which read eight-thirty.
"Great."
Abby Lockhart planted herself behind the wheel of the Grand Cherokee Limited, as she surveyed
the leather interior. It seemed odd that Gamma would drive a Sport-Utility, but she guessed it
helped in the Chicago winters.
She put the Jeep into drive as she followed John, driving a Mercedes coupe too fast on the wet
snow. She sped up to keep up with his fast pace, turning out of the Chicago residential
community and onto the highway, then the interstate to the streets of downtown.
Snow was blowing hard as John turned into the hospital and Abby continued past keeping a
higher rate of speed than she should.
Luckily there was a vehicle pulling out in front of her building and she eased her way in right
behind him, putting the SUV into park. She had just removed her safety-belt when the passenger
door opened and the face she knew to well, pointed a hand-gun at her.
"Oh, fuck." She sighed.
He sat down in the seat, pulling on his safety belt, as he ordered her to get away from the
building.
"Fast, the police are all over our unit."
"How the hell did you avoid them?" She asked tersely, as she pulled out of the space. "I filed
charges."
"Saw them coming in from the window, headed down to the basement. Lucky you pulled up."
"Go to hell," she snapped as she continued speeding down the street, hoping to be caught by a
police officer.
I have to get out of here, the thought was pressing, and she tried to avoid looking at the
weapon, that assured her death. She pushed the accelerator harder, now doing sixty-five on the
wet streets, weaving in and out of traffic to avoid colliding with another vehicle.
As the traffic light ahead turned yellow, she made a hard right through an intersection
heading into the uptown residential area. She sped up faster as Brian started talking on a
cellular phone. When she hit seventy, she put the car on cruise control.
Saying a silent prayer, she glanced in her side mirror, assuring herself no one was approaching
beside her, as she glanced at the yellow-light at the approaching intersection. She grabbed
the door handle, as she released the steering wheel and propelled herself out of the fast
moving vehicle.