A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write the second chap. I usually don't take this long.
Spoilers: If you don't know Lucy is dead by now you have/are A.)Been in another country, B.) Completely new to ER, or C.) Not paying attention or new to the fanfics here. Otherwise please leave the ER section with head down. By the way, I'm not a doctor so I tried to avoid the medical stuff as much as possible. Thanks for the support doctah milly and MessYjessY.
Chapter 2: Locked In
Carter woke up in the doctor's lounge. He looked around and felt a burning sensation on his arm. He looked down and saw the stain. The red stain reminding him what he did. What he couldn't even remember clearly why he did it. All he knew was he felt good. Good to finally have released all the emotions that Valentines Day brought to him. That's when he finally noticed the door beginning to open. He immediately began to panic. What if someone saw the stain?! What would they do, send him to psych?! He stood up but all the blood rushed to his head causing him to sit back down. The door stopped opening and closed. He couldn't take another risk like that. He looked at his watch and saw his shift was over, finally. He took of his white coat. He opened his locker and took out his jacket. He rolled up the white coat and stuffed it inside his jacket. He closed his locker, signed out, told Randi he was leaving, (as if she heard him,) and went to his jeep. He threw his jacket in the car and drove off. He would clean it at the house. He felt a wave of dizziness take over him. He pulled over and stopped for awhile. His arm began to throb and he took off his jacket. The bandage seemed to not be working. He would have to find peroxide to stop the bleeding. His head now throbbed. He started his car again and drove slowly home. He seemed to be in a trance when he arrived home. First he put the peroxide on his wound then washed his jacket. He avoided his grandmother and changed to other clothes. He tried to stay awake. He didn't trust himself. He wanted to keep an eye out for him. He heard the washing machine beep and he got up. The blood hadn't washed out completely. It looked orange. He went to the bathroom with the moist jacket and he grabbed some soap. Carter turned on hot water. He rubbed at the stain, kept rubbing and rubbing. He wanted the stain to leave. It reminded him of too many bad things. He kept furiously rubbing. Then began to cry. He stopped and began to cry. He sat on the floor holding the soap in one hand and the jacket in the other. He put his arms around his knees and he put his head down. Like a small, fragile, abused child he cried. He hated himself. Trying to keep some composure he took a deep breath and got up. He went back to cleaning the satin. After he finally got it off he went back to the wash room and put it in the dryer. Carter went to the bedroom to try to sleep. Try.
The next day after a sleepless night, he went down stairs to eat. His grandmother was there. She was looking at him a bit suspiciously.
"John, your jacket's dry," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"Your jacket. It was in the dryer."
"Oh right."
"It's in your bedroom. On your chair."
"Thank you gamma."
"Are you hungry?"
"No thanks. I have to head to the ER today."
"I thought you were off today."
"Yeah, but I have a feeling today is going to be busy."
"All right John. If you say so. You look tired."
"I'm not." He lied. "I better start getting ready."
With that he walked off to change and hoping maybe he would have something to do in the ER. He changed as quickly as possible and stepped back down stairs. He had the jacket in one of his hands. His sports bag was in the jeep. He rubbed at his eyes to try to not doze off. He was up for twelve hours. When he almost fell asleep his alarm went off and he noticed the sun came up. There was no point sleeping now, if he slept now his grandmother would know something was wrong. Carter kissed his grandmother goodbye and he went to his jeep. He put his jacket in the back and got in the car. He drove to the hospital. On the way he was too involved in his thoughts. Carter just drove but didn't think about what was happening. Carter saw Doc Magoo's and that's when he noticed he was about to drive head on into a van...
Chapter 3 Coming Soon...
Spoilers: If you don't know Lucy is dead by now you have/are A.)Been in another country, B.) Completely new to ER, or C.) Not paying attention or new to the fanfics here. Otherwise please leave the ER section with head down. By the way, I'm not a doctor so I tried to avoid the medical stuff as much as possible. Thanks for the support doctah milly and MessYjessY.
Chapter 2: Locked In
Carter woke up in the doctor's lounge. He looked around and felt a burning sensation on his arm. He looked down and saw the stain. The red stain reminding him what he did. What he couldn't even remember clearly why he did it. All he knew was he felt good. Good to finally have released all the emotions that Valentines Day brought to him. That's when he finally noticed the door beginning to open. He immediately began to panic. What if someone saw the stain?! What would they do, send him to psych?! He stood up but all the blood rushed to his head causing him to sit back down. The door stopped opening and closed. He couldn't take another risk like that. He looked at his watch and saw his shift was over, finally. He took of his white coat. He opened his locker and took out his jacket. He rolled up the white coat and stuffed it inside his jacket. He closed his locker, signed out, told Randi he was leaving, (as if she heard him,) and went to his jeep. He threw his jacket in the car and drove off. He would clean it at the house. He felt a wave of dizziness take over him. He pulled over and stopped for awhile. His arm began to throb and he took off his jacket. The bandage seemed to not be working. He would have to find peroxide to stop the bleeding. His head now throbbed. He started his car again and drove slowly home. He seemed to be in a trance when he arrived home. First he put the peroxide on his wound then washed his jacket. He avoided his grandmother and changed to other clothes. He tried to stay awake. He didn't trust himself. He wanted to keep an eye out for him. He heard the washing machine beep and he got up. The blood hadn't washed out completely. It looked orange. He went to the bathroom with the moist jacket and he grabbed some soap. Carter turned on hot water. He rubbed at the stain, kept rubbing and rubbing. He wanted the stain to leave. It reminded him of too many bad things. He kept furiously rubbing. Then began to cry. He stopped and began to cry. He sat on the floor holding the soap in one hand and the jacket in the other. He put his arms around his knees and he put his head down. Like a small, fragile, abused child he cried. He hated himself. Trying to keep some composure he took a deep breath and got up. He went back to cleaning the satin. After he finally got it off he went back to the wash room and put it in the dryer. Carter went to the bedroom to try to sleep. Try.
The next day after a sleepless night, he went down stairs to eat. His grandmother was there. She was looking at him a bit suspiciously.
"John, your jacket's dry," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"Your jacket. It was in the dryer."
"Oh right."
"It's in your bedroom. On your chair."
"Thank you gamma."
"Are you hungry?"
"No thanks. I have to head to the ER today."
"I thought you were off today."
"Yeah, but I have a feeling today is going to be busy."
"All right John. If you say so. You look tired."
"I'm not." He lied. "I better start getting ready."
With that he walked off to change and hoping maybe he would have something to do in the ER. He changed as quickly as possible and stepped back down stairs. He had the jacket in one of his hands. His sports bag was in the jeep. He rubbed at his eyes to try to not doze off. He was up for twelve hours. When he almost fell asleep his alarm went off and he noticed the sun came up. There was no point sleeping now, if he slept now his grandmother would know something was wrong. Carter kissed his grandmother goodbye and he went to his jeep. He put his jacket in the back and got in the car. He drove to the hospital. On the way he was too involved in his thoughts. Carter just drove but didn't think about what was happening. Carter saw Doc Magoo's and that's when he noticed he was about to drive head on into a van...
Chapter 3 Coming Soon...