Ok, corny ending coming up. Sorry but it's all I could think of. By the way, this chapter is where you all see what little medical knowledge I have. Please don't laugh to much. Sorry it took so long but that's what happens when life gets in the way. Well read on.
Disclaimer: They're not mine! ::sticks out tongue::
The woman rushed to Carter and helped him lay on the floor. His breathing was shallow and he clutched his stomach. He began to panic when he saw David moving toward him with his gun.
The woman laid across Carter. "Please don't. Please."
David stopped and let his arm drop. He turned his back to them as he went back to Ben.
The woman put Carter's head on her lap.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You're going to be ok."
"I don't think so."
The phone rang. "Hello?...My brother is dead...Yes I shot him...Not yet but probably soon...Where's the car I asked for?...Get it now."
The pain was spreading through Carter and he was bleeding profusely. "Do you really think they are just going to let you drive away," he asked weakly. "You killed a cop."
"That was Ben."
"Well you shot me. Either way they're not going to let you leave."
"I will not go to jail."
"I'm sorry about your brother," Carter told him.
"He was only a kid."
The woman spoke. "He wouldn't want you to let him die," she said indicating to Carter.
"I know but that doesn't change anything."
"He tried to save him, now why can't you do the same for him!"
David looked at her, surprised at her boldness. "I won't go to jail."
"You don't have to. Just let him go. We'll stay."
Carter looked at the cashier and was surprised to see him nodding.
"No," David said. "No it's over." He pulled out his gun and for a split second Carter thought he was going o shoot him again. Then David pointed the gun at his own temple and shot himself.
The woman screamed as David fell to the floor. She composed herself, and shaking she went to the door.
The cashier came over to Carter. "Uh, look man," he said kneeling down. "I'm sorry."
The pain was intensifying and Carter thought about ho many vital organs were where he was shot. "It's ok."
The cashier kneeled next to him until the woman returned with the paramedics.
The paramedics put him on a gurney. Carter looked at the woman. "I don't even know your name."
"Anna," she told him.
"I'm John."
Instead of using an ambulance they ran him across the street. As they ran Carter lost consciousness.
Mark, Benton, and Abby met them at the door.
"Get him to trauma 2, now!" Mark ordered.
Benton and Mark worked furiously on him.
"He's having trouble breathing," Benton yelled. "We need to intubate!"
Machines began to beep as Carter crashed.
"Clear!" Benton hollered when the paddles were charged.
Abby watched the machines and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when the machines beeped a steady rhythm.
"Let's get him up to surgery." Benton called.
Carter's eyes opened and darted around the room as they began to roll the gurney. His eyes landed on Abby and stayed there. He wanted to talk to her.
"Carter you were having trouble breathing so we intubated, you can't talk," Abby told him.
He nodded slowly and closed his eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Carter awoke hours later in a hospital room. He was still intubated and pain shot through his body. He heard the door open and saw Abby walk in.
"Hey you're awake."
He pointed at his mouth.
"Yeah you can be extubated." She walked over to him and he inhaled and coughed as she pulled the tube out of his throat.
"Thanks," he whispered hoarsely.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like crap."
"That's not surprising."
"Hey Abby? Remember how you offered to talk earlier?"
She nodded.
"I was planning on taking you up on your offer later tonight. I don't know about tonight but maybe tomorrow?"
"Of course Carter."
"Thanks." Carter smiled because he knew he would be fine. Not only physically but emotionally too.
Disclaimer: They're not mine! ::sticks out tongue::
The woman rushed to Carter and helped him lay on the floor. His breathing was shallow and he clutched his stomach. He began to panic when he saw David moving toward him with his gun.
The woman laid across Carter. "Please don't. Please."
David stopped and let his arm drop. He turned his back to them as he went back to Ben.
The woman put Carter's head on her lap.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You're going to be ok."
"I don't think so."
The phone rang. "Hello?...My brother is dead...Yes I shot him...Not yet but probably soon...Where's the car I asked for?...Get it now."
The pain was spreading through Carter and he was bleeding profusely. "Do you really think they are just going to let you drive away," he asked weakly. "You killed a cop."
"That was Ben."
"Well you shot me. Either way they're not going to let you leave."
"I will not go to jail."
"I'm sorry about your brother," Carter told him.
"He was only a kid."
The woman spoke. "He wouldn't want you to let him die," she said indicating to Carter.
"I know but that doesn't change anything."
"He tried to save him, now why can't you do the same for him!"
David looked at her, surprised at her boldness. "I won't go to jail."
"You don't have to. Just let him go. We'll stay."
Carter looked at the cashier and was surprised to see him nodding.
"No," David said. "No it's over." He pulled out his gun and for a split second Carter thought he was going o shoot him again. Then David pointed the gun at his own temple and shot himself.
The woman screamed as David fell to the floor. She composed herself, and shaking she went to the door.
The cashier came over to Carter. "Uh, look man," he said kneeling down. "I'm sorry."
The pain was intensifying and Carter thought about ho many vital organs were where he was shot. "It's ok."
The cashier kneeled next to him until the woman returned with the paramedics.
The paramedics put him on a gurney. Carter looked at the woman. "I don't even know your name."
"Anna," she told him.
"I'm John."
Instead of using an ambulance they ran him across the street. As they ran Carter lost consciousness.
Mark, Benton, and Abby met them at the door.
"Get him to trauma 2, now!" Mark ordered.
Benton and Mark worked furiously on him.
"He's having trouble breathing," Benton yelled. "We need to intubate!"
Machines began to beep as Carter crashed.
"Clear!" Benton hollered when the paddles were charged.
Abby watched the machines and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when the machines beeped a steady rhythm.
"Let's get him up to surgery." Benton called.
Carter's eyes opened and darted around the room as they began to roll the gurney. His eyes landed on Abby and stayed there. He wanted to talk to her.
"Carter you were having trouble breathing so we intubated, you can't talk," Abby told him.
He nodded slowly and closed his eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Carter awoke hours later in a hospital room. He was still intubated and pain shot through his body. He heard the door open and saw Abby walk in.
"Hey you're awake."
He pointed at his mouth.
"Yeah you can be extubated." She walked over to him and he inhaled and coughed as she pulled the tube out of his throat.
"Thanks," he whispered hoarsely.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like crap."
"That's not surprising."
"Hey Abby? Remember how you offered to talk earlier?"
She nodded.
"I was planning on taking you up on your offer later tonight. I don't know about tonight but maybe tomorrow?"
"Of course Carter."
"Thanks." Carter smiled because he knew he would be fine. Not only physically but emotionally too.