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Author's notes: Please R/R so I know how many people are reading my stories! Also, I have added another chapter to "Go Ask Carter" and I'm working on "hush medicine." so please R/R my other stories. Thanks!
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"Well, after you left, he didn't really answer my questions. He was either silent or kept saying things like 'leave me alone.' " Legaspi stated.
"So do you think he's dangerous or what?" Mark asked.
"Well, we need to keep him here until he cooperates."
"Whatever you say."
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Dave was sick of this place. He was fine. The nurses had removed his restraints. Looking around to make sure no one could see him, he got out of bed, and pulled out his I.V. and put a Band-Aid where the needle was. Dave put on his clothes and slinked out of his room. Walking down the hall he saw Mark. Afraid he would be recognized, he walked into the conveniently open, empty elevator. But he had one flaw to his plan, the elevator opened in the ER, he realized that just as the doors closed. Before he could push another button, the ER door opened. Luckily, it was very busy and most likely no one would see him. But all the exits were blocked with people. He ran into the bathroom to figure out a plan.
Shutting himself in a stall, he thought of what to do. He stared at his wrist. There was substantial bruising around the sutures, which were poking out of his delicate flesh. 'Look at you!' Some voice inside his head began to yell. 'Mr. big-shot doctor! Here you are, tried to kill yourself, escaped from the ICU, and now you're sitting in a hospital bathroom by yourself. You're a failure, just like Dad always used to say and it's true, you're a loser and you always will be.'
"No I'm not!" Dave yelled into the silence.
'Really? Where's your wife? All you've ever had were one-night stands in college and like, two girlfriends that only lasted a week and a half combined! All the other doctors think you're a joke. Face it, you're a loser and you all way will be!'
"No I'm not! Leave me alone."
Dave couldn't take the beating from his sub-conscious. His head began to swirl and his stomach began to turn. Everything became hot. His mouth began to water. He turned around and threw up whatever was left in his stomach. And he rested. Everything began to feel better. Dave got himself out of the stall and washed his mouth out. Just as he was about to go home, he remembered his keys were in the lounge. Stealthily, he walked out of the bathroom, crept into the lounge and made sure no one was in there.
He spun the combination lock on his locker and it popped open. Out fell a white envelope with his name on it. He opened it up and began to read:
Dear Dave,
If you're reading this I'm most likely dead. Sorry it had to end that way but I couldn't deal with it all. Losing Michael was one of the worst things I did. I can't bear it without him. I'm a disgrace to my mother because I got pregnant out of wedlock and the father is black. In China, you can be thrown out of your village for doing that. Life just isn't worth living anymore. Don't think that this is your fault in anyway. There's nothing you could've done to change the situation. I love you. Goodbye.
All my love forever,
Dr. Jing-mei Chen
The note dropped from his hands. He fell against the locker, slid down and began crying hard. He buried his weeping face in his hands. It hurt to know that she like him too and they couldn't have a relationship. Just then Carter walked in to find his colleague having a mental breakdown on the floor. Dave knew he was there but didn't do anything about it.
"Dave...hey, everyone's looking for you." Carter said the only thing he could think of. Dave gave no response. Carter sat down beside him against the lockers and put his arm around him. Hesitantly, Dave leaned into Carter, accepting his comfort. And for an hour, they just sat there as Dave cried. John's beeper went off a couple of times but he hadn't even noticed.
"I loved her so much..." Dave managed to say. "And she loved me too."
Carter only held him tighter. Then Mark walked in to see the whole ordeal.
"Wh-" Mark was about to say when Carter immediately shook his head and motioned for him to leave, which Mark did so. Dave got up, wiped his tears, grabbed his keys and started to leave.
"Hey, Carter?" Dave said just as he was at the lounge-room door.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Any time."
"Keep this between us, right?"
"Yeah, do you need a ride home?"
"Uh, I don't know. I can't go home...there's blood everywhere."
"You wanna stay with me?"
"I couldn't impose on you like that."
"No, you could stay with me until things get better."
"Okay, when are you off?"
"An hour ago."
Dave smiled.
"Can we stop by my place to grab some stuff?"
"I thought you said you couldn't go home?"
"Well, you could go in and grab some stuff while I wait in the hall."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
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I know it's not a cliffhanger but live with it. Preview for next chapter: Dave lives with Carter but it's not all it's cracked up to be. He continues to have suicidal thoughts. R/R or I shant not write another chapter!!
Author's notes: Please R/R so I know how many people are reading my stories! Also, I have added another chapter to "Go Ask Carter" and I'm working on "hush medicine." so please R/R my other stories. Thanks!
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"Well, after you left, he didn't really answer my questions. He was either silent or kept saying things like 'leave me alone.' " Legaspi stated.
"So do you think he's dangerous or what?" Mark asked.
"Well, we need to keep him here until he cooperates."
"Whatever you say."
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Dave was sick of this place. He was fine. The nurses had removed his restraints. Looking around to make sure no one could see him, he got out of bed, and pulled out his I.V. and put a Band-Aid where the needle was. Dave put on his clothes and slinked out of his room. Walking down the hall he saw Mark. Afraid he would be recognized, he walked into the conveniently open, empty elevator. But he had one flaw to his plan, the elevator opened in the ER, he realized that just as the doors closed. Before he could push another button, the ER door opened. Luckily, it was very busy and most likely no one would see him. But all the exits were blocked with people. He ran into the bathroom to figure out a plan.
Shutting himself in a stall, he thought of what to do. He stared at his wrist. There was substantial bruising around the sutures, which were poking out of his delicate flesh. 'Look at you!' Some voice inside his head began to yell. 'Mr. big-shot doctor! Here you are, tried to kill yourself, escaped from the ICU, and now you're sitting in a hospital bathroom by yourself. You're a failure, just like Dad always used to say and it's true, you're a loser and you always will be.'
"No I'm not!" Dave yelled into the silence.
'Really? Where's your wife? All you've ever had were one-night stands in college and like, two girlfriends that only lasted a week and a half combined! All the other doctors think you're a joke. Face it, you're a loser and you all way will be!'
"No I'm not! Leave me alone."
Dave couldn't take the beating from his sub-conscious. His head began to swirl and his stomach began to turn. Everything became hot. His mouth began to water. He turned around and threw up whatever was left in his stomach. And he rested. Everything began to feel better. Dave got himself out of the stall and washed his mouth out. Just as he was about to go home, he remembered his keys were in the lounge. Stealthily, he walked out of the bathroom, crept into the lounge and made sure no one was in there.
He spun the combination lock on his locker and it popped open. Out fell a white envelope with his name on it. He opened it up and began to read:
Dear Dave,
If you're reading this I'm most likely dead. Sorry it had to end that way but I couldn't deal with it all. Losing Michael was one of the worst things I did. I can't bear it without him. I'm a disgrace to my mother because I got pregnant out of wedlock and the father is black. In China, you can be thrown out of your village for doing that. Life just isn't worth living anymore. Don't think that this is your fault in anyway. There's nothing you could've done to change the situation. I love you. Goodbye.
All my love forever,
Dr. Jing-mei Chen
The note dropped from his hands. He fell against the locker, slid down and began crying hard. He buried his weeping face in his hands. It hurt to know that she like him too and they couldn't have a relationship. Just then Carter walked in to find his colleague having a mental breakdown on the floor. Dave knew he was there but didn't do anything about it.
"Dave...hey, everyone's looking for you." Carter said the only thing he could think of. Dave gave no response. Carter sat down beside him against the lockers and put his arm around him. Hesitantly, Dave leaned into Carter, accepting his comfort. And for an hour, they just sat there as Dave cried. John's beeper went off a couple of times but he hadn't even noticed.
"I loved her so much..." Dave managed to say. "And she loved me too."
Carter only held him tighter. Then Mark walked in to see the whole ordeal.
"Wh-" Mark was about to say when Carter immediately shook his head and motioned for him to leave, which Mark did so. Dave got up, wiped his tears, grabbed his keys and started to leave.
"Hey, Carter?" Dave said just as he was at the lounge-room door.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Any time."
"Keep this between us, right?"
"Yeah, do you need a ride home?"
"Uh, I don't know. I can't go home...there's blood everywhere."
"You wanna stay with me?"
"I couldn't impose on you like that."
"No, you could stay with me until things get better."
"Okay, when are you off?"
"An hour ago."
Dave smiled.
"Can we stop by my place to grab some stuff?"
"I thought you said you couldn't go home?"
"Well, you could go in and grab some stuff while I wait in the hall."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
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I know it's not a cliffhanger but live with it. Preview for next chapter: Dave lives with Carter but it's not all it's cracked up to be. He continues to have suicidal thoughts. R/R or I shant not write another chapter!!