[Authors note: I just found this laying around and thought I'd post it up.
It was not intended to be read by anybody else, just something I scribbled
down one day. It sucks, and it's not accurate at all. (So why am I posting
this? lol) I also wrote this before Mark got his brain tumor, so I wasn't
copying or anything.. Wrote it when I was young and didn't edit really
anything, so.. well I can write better now, no flames "You suck!!" Haha
okay, read on]
Visions. Lies. Colors. Insanity.
Dr. John Carter of the Chicago General Hospital ER loosened his tie. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Dots everywhere. Damn tumor, he swore to himself. It felt like it was at least 150 degrees in the hospital that winter day. It was wrong. All wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to end.
John broke through the large grey metal door to the outside onto the roof. So hot. Can't breathe. He tore off his tie and ran his shaky hands through his sweaty brown hair. A cold chill of snow blew, but John didn't feel it against the beads of sweat that clung to his humid skin. He opened his eyes that he had closed and looked around the roof. Dancing colors shieled his eyes, and suddenly, he didn't know where he was. That's when the pain started. Sharp digging pains to his head and side. Nothing he had ever experienced before.
Pain. Colors. Lies. Yes, lies. Dr. Mark Jenkins had said he wouldn't get anymore side effects. Not for a week anyway. Buillshit. Fuck him. Fuck the whole entire world. He needed to get out. He needed the pain to stop.
"Please.." came out in a soft whisper. His vision cleared a bit, and he stumbled to the side of the roof looking over the side. How nice it would be to just fall and the pain would all go away. He had to do it. He couldn't take it anymore.
John climbed onto the icy edge and closed his eyes. The calmness will come. He wanted the pain to stop so badly. His head felt like it would blow up.
Carol Hathaway, Doug Ross, and Mark Greene opened the door to the roof laughing about a certain he/she patient, clutching cardboard cups of steaming coffee. The laughing abruptly stopped when they saw Carter, their friend, standing on the ledge, his arms out, his head back.
"Carter!!" Mark screamed and all three started running to where John stood.
Lies. Visions. Insanity.
"C..Carter, what are you doing?" Carol dropped his hot drink and slowly stepped to him.
"I can't take the pain anymore Carol. It's just drilling my head open. I can't take it anymore." John swallowed. He opened his eyes and saw black. What was going on?
"We can make the pain go away.." Mark tried to desperately reason.
"Not this pain, Mark. I have a fucking brain tumor - It's eating me alive," and that's when it happened. John closed his eyes and just let himself fall. The last thing he heard was Doug screaming his name on the plunge to death.
And then the pain stopped.
Visions. Lies. Colors. Insanity.
Dr. John Carter of the Chicago General Hospital ER loosened his tie. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Dots everywhere. Damn tumor, he swore to himself. It felt like it was at least 150 degrees in the hospital that winter day. It was wrong. All wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to end.
John broke through the large grey metal door to the outside onto the roof. So hot. Can't breathe. He tore off his tie and ran his shaky hands through his sweaty brown hair. A cold chill of snow blew, but John didn't feel it against the beads of sweat that clung to his humid skin. He opened his eyes that he had closed and looked around the roof. Dancing colors shieled his eyes, and suddenly, he didn't know where he was. That's when the pain started. Sharp digging pains to his head and side. Nothing he had ever experienced before.
Pain. Colors. Lies. Yes, lies. Dr. Mark Jenkins had said he wouldn't get anymore side effects. Not for a week anyway. Buillshit. Fuck him. Fuck the whole entire world. He needed to get out. He needed the pain to stop.
"Please.." came out in a soft whisper. His vision cleared a bit, and he stumbled to the side of the roof looking over the side. How nice it would be to just fall and the pain would all go away. He had to do it. He couldn't take it anymore.
John climbed onto the icy edge and closed his eyes. The calmness will come. He wanted the pain to stop so badly. His head felt like it would blow up.
Carol Hathaway, Doug Ross, and Mark Greene opened the door to the roof laughing about a certain he/she patient, clutching cardboard cups of steaming coffee. The laughing abruptly stopped when they saw Carter, their friend, standing on the ledge, his arms out, his head back.
"Carter!!" Mark screamed and all three started running to where John stood.
Lies. Visions. Insanity.
"C..Carter, what are you doing?" Carol dropped his hot drink and slowly stepped to him.
"I can't take the pain anymore Carol. It's just drilling my head open. I can't take it anymore." John swallowed. He opened his eyes and saw black. What was going on?
"We can make the pain go away.." Mark tried to desperately reason.
"Not this pain, Mark. I have a fucking brain tumor - It's eating me alive," and that's when it happened. John closed his eyes and just let himself fall. The last thing he heard was Doug screaming his name on the plunge to death.
And then the pain stopped.
