Authors Note: This is my first ever fanfic, so I hope it isn't a complete failure. Please R&R, I'd love to have some constructive feedback so I can work on my weak points.
Summary: Carter gets a surprise from of one of his fellow co-workers at the ER on a seemingly normal day.. This is supposed to be set somewhere in the fifth season, so I'll let you decide whether or not Carter still has a beard!
*DISCLAIMER* As much as it pains me to say; I do not own ER or any of its characters.
'The man who is swimming against the stream knows the strength of it.' – Woodrow Wilson.
Carter felt as though time had stopped.
He had always thought that time was mutual; yet it was certainly not on his side at this particular moment.
He believed that time had slowed down on purpose just to show him what, of all the things in his life; he really, really didn't want to be prolonged.
First, the pain hit. An intense, searing and remarkable pain that felt like it lasted an eternity.
Then his legs began to give way. His entire body was suddenly hit by a wave of weakness, washing over him.
Finally, before hitting the harsh, cold floor of the ER hallway, Carter suppressed a small giggle.
As serious as the situation had the potential to be, he couldn't help but think how perfect the comical timing had been…