Discoveries : Part 8
Discoveries : Part Eight
Disclaimer : These characters don't belong to me, although I wish they did. They belong to the writers of ER. This is chapter 8 of my Kerry/Carter story. It begins with another argument between the two. I hope you enjoy, Mara
"Kerry, calm down," Carter tells her gently.

Kerry turns around and glares at him. "I want to do it."

"You're not ready."

"Yes I am."

Carter's voice becomes harder. "Kerry, you have to slow down. You'll never get back to work if you push yourself so hard."

"John, I never asked for your opinion."

Carter gets up quickly. "Fine, Kerry. You know what? I don't care. Hurt yourself and go through surgery again for all I care," he tells her angrily before leaving and slamming the door behind him.

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Carter throws his bag into his locker and slams the door. He tries to clear his head. All he wants is for her to be safe and healthy, but she makes it so hard sometimes!

He goes about his first few patients absent mindedly, still fuming. It takes him four tries to get an IV into one of the patients.

"Ouch," the fat, middle-aged man says, rubbing his arm.

"Sorry," Carter says for the third time. He tries to clear his mind and concentrate. This time he gets it. He looks up at the furious expression on his patient's face.

"You call yourself a doctor?"

Carter ignores the snide comment, walking out of the room quickly. He chucks his gloves in the garbage before letting the door slam behind him.

"I'm going on break," Carter says shortly as he passes the admit desk. Abby looks after him curiously, surprised at his anger.

Carter sits in the cafeteria, a cup of coffee in his hands. He watches the people go by, going about their own lives, oblivious to his own problems. He's surprised at his own anger. By now he was usually feeling guilty and would be on the phone exchanging sweet words with Kerry. But for some reason this particular argument made him madder that usual. It touched the roots of both their morals.

Carter sighs and makes his way back upstairs, calmed enough to work peacefully but ready to even think about calling Kerry and letting their argument drop.

The rest of his shift is uneventful. He delves into his work, pushing his personnel problems to the back depths of his mind. He is on his last patient when an ambulance pulls up. He looks up from his patient to glance and the gurney that is being brought in. it's a habit Carter has, and he usually just glances then goes back to his patient. But not this time. This time he freezes, just starring, his heart doing summersaults.

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Kerry sits down and glares at nothing in particular. John has no right to tell her what to do. He doesn't know what he's talking about, what she's going through.

Kerry sighs and gets up. She heads to the Stairmaster in the corner of the room. The turns up the music as loud as it can go and she turns up the Stairmaster, determined to prove John wrong.

Sweat runs in small rivers down her face. She licks her lips, grimacing at the salty taste. She puts her hand down to her aching hip, then pulls it away as if from fire. She sets her face in a determined look and turns the Stairmaster up even higher.

Kerry pushes herself until her hip is so numb that she can't even feel the pain that is coursing through it. She turns off the machine and runs a hand through her hair. She turns around and freezes. The gun is just inches from her head.

She steps back and grasps the railing behind her. She tries to turn, but her hip is so sore from over use that it gives out sending tendrils of pain through her body.

Kerry grabs for the phone and presses 9-1 . . . Suddenly the gun descends on her head. Her vision blurs and her head contracts, but she manages to press the last -1- before the gun descends again with a sickening crack and the world goes black.

I'm sorry to leave such a cliffhanger. The next part will be up soon, don't worry. Please review. Thanks, Mara