A/N: I hope this story isn't dragging on and on... E-mail comments at wildjunglebeast@aol.com
Chapter 4: Bits and Pieces
Carter began to stir slowly in his bed.
"Carter?" a voice said. It sounded like a man's voice.
"Carter are you awake?" the same voice kept repeating itself. He had no idea what was going on. What he doing there, who was talking to him and who in the heck, was Carter? He decided to open his eyes, maybe then the voice would leave him alone, but then being as stubborn as he was decided not to.
"Carter?" Now he thought the voice sounded familiar, like a person he knew from a long time ago. He remembered a woman, with blue eyes and long beautiful blonde hair.
"Please say something" a woman's voice.
"Lucy?"
"No Carter, its Abby."
"Abby? I don't know an Abby"
"Open your eyes Carter!" the man's voice commanded him.
"Who in THE HELL IS CARTER?!!!" he yelled loudly. He opened his eyes angrily to see who kept saying that name. He saw a tall man and a short woman.
"Do you know who you are?" the man asked him.
"Are you Lu- Luka?" he asked the man, not sure where he got that name from. Bits and pieces were coming together; he wasn't sure what would be the solution though.
"Yes that's right, do you know who you are?"
"And Abby..." he looked at her.
"Hi" she said warmly with a smile.
"I- I'm..."
"Go on" Luka told him.
"I'm..." he began to recall different events with those two names. The memories flooded his mind quickly he didn't know what to feel or do. "Oh God." He said almost crying. Abby got closer to him and tried to calm him down. "I remember everything, I remember everything." Carter kept mumbling. He was shaking and rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry Abby and Luka. Does Benton or Kerry know I'm here?"
"No, do you know who you are?" Luka told him, smiling. Glad that Carter was back.
"How long have I've been unconscious?" Carter asked.
"I would say for a good half an hour. Do you know who you are?"
"Carter."
"Your full name."
He sighed. "John Truman Carter the third."
"Good."
Carter felt something sticky on his forehead. He went up to touch it but Abby stopped him.
"Luka has to stitch it up."
"I have all the things right here Carter now just bare with me." Luka told him with his thick accent. Luka immediately went to work.
"We thought it would be best if we waited until you woke up."
"You haven't called my grandmother have you?"
"No, unless you want us to."
"There are some people waiting for you in the waiting room. They were in the car accident with you."
"I was in a car accident? Well, do they want to press charges?"
"Actually they're waiting to see if you want to press charges on them. They couldn't sue you. You were lucky you crashed into them. The police are here also."
"Well I don't. Can you tell them that for me? I want to rest."
"Sure we will" Abby told him, before Carter could see Luka's face change in protest. Abby made her way toward the door.
"Wait!" Abby looked at Carter. "What am I doing in the hospital in the first place?!"
Abby laughed.
"Okay, you were in a car accident and you hit your head on the window. A couple of people brought you by and we were afraid you might a concussion, but you appear to be all right."
"Ouch!" Carter cried.
"Sorry Carter," Luka apologized. "I'm almost done...There!"
"Thanks"
"Be back" Abby said and left. Carter's face fell.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Carter felt worse than he did yesterday. Carter looked away from Luka. "I'm just tired"
"All right get you a room for you to rest, but just for tonight."
"Thanks Luka." Carter got up. He still had his clothes on. He reached into his pocket and felt assurance quickly. It was the pocketknife. On the way out he had put it in his pants. Luka stepped out of the room. Carter immediately locked the door, moved the curtain to hide his bed. Carter sat on the bed and pulled put the knife. He rolled up his sleeve and moved the blade up his skin. Anger began to build up and he slashed himself three or four times on his left arm. He was breathing heavily and felt an addiction. He held up the bloody knife and looked at his reflection through the blood. Bits and Pieces of painful memories were in the blood that was smeared on the knife. Painful memories that still haunted him. He pressed the knife against his skin one more time...
Chapter 4 coming ASAP... Please review
Chapter 4: Bits and Pieces
Carter began to stir slowly in his bed.
"Carter?" a voice said. It sounded like a man's voice.
"Carter are you awake?" the same voice kept repeating itself. He had no idea what was going on. What he doing there, who was talking to him and who in the heck, was Carter? He decided to open his eyes, maybe then the voice would leave him alone, but then being as stubborn as he was decided not to.
"Carter?" Now he thought the voice sounded familiar, like a person he knew from a long time ago. He remembered a woman, with blue eyes and long beautiful blonde hair.
"Please say something" a woman's voice.
"Lucy?"
"No Carter, its Abby."
"Abby? I don't know an Abby"
"Open your eyes Carter!" the man's voice commanded him.
"Who in THE HELL IS CARTER?!!!" he yelled loudly. He opened his eyes angrily to see who kept saying that name. He saw a tall man and a short woman.
"Do you know who you are?" the man asked him.
"Are you Lu- Luka?" he asked the man, not sure where he got that name from. Bits and pieces were coming together; he wasn't sure what would be the solution though.
"Yes that's right, do you know who you are?"
"And Abby..." he looked at her.
"Hi" she said warmly with a smile.
"I- I'm..."
"Go on" Luka told him.
"I'm..." he began to recall different events with those two names. The memories flooded his mind quickly he didn't know what to feel or do. "Oh God." He said almost crying. Abby got closer to him and tried to calm him down. "I remember everything, I remember everything." Carter kept mumbling. He was shaking and rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry Abby and Luka. Does Benton or Kerry know I'm here?"
"No, do you know who you are?" Luka told him, smiling. Glad that Carter was back.
"How long have I've been unconscious?" Carter asked.
"I would say for a good half an hour. Do you know who you are?"
"Carter."
"Your full name."
He sighed. "John Truman Carter the third."
"Good."
Carter felt something sticky on his forehead. He went up to touch it but Abby stopped him.
"Luka has to stitch it up."
"I have all the things right here Carter now just bare with me." Luka told him with his thick accent. Luka immediately went to work.
"We thought it would be best if we waited until you woke up."
"You haven't called my grandmother have you?"
"No, unless you want us to."
"There are some people waiting for you in the waiting room. They were in the car accident with you."
"I was in a car accident? Well, do they want to press charges?"
"Actually they're waiting to see if you want to press charges on them. They couldn't sue you. You were lucky you crashed into them. The police are here also."
"Well I don't. Can you tell them that for me? I want to rest."
"Sure we will" Abby told him, before Carter could see Luka's face change in protest. Abby made her way toward the door.
"Wait!" Abby looked at Carter. "What am I doing in the hospital in the first place?!"
Abby laughed.
"Okay, you were in a car accident and you hit your head on the window. A couple of people brought you by and we were afraid you might a concussion, but you appear to be all right."
"Ouch!" Carter cried.
"Sorry Carter," Luka apologized. "I'm almost done...There!"
"Thanks"
"Be back" Abby said and left. Carter's face fell.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Carter felt worse than he did yesterday. Carter looked away from Luka. "I'm just tired"
"All right get you a room for you to rest, but just for tonight."
"Thanks Luka." Carter got up. He still had his clothes on. He reached into his pocket and felt assurance quickly. It was the pocketknife. On the way out he had put it in his pants. Luka stepped out of the room. Carter immediately locked the door, moved the curtain to hide his bed. Carter sat on the bed and pulled put the knife. He rolled up his sleeve and moved the blade up his skin. Anger began to build up and he slashed himself three or four times on his left arm. He was breathing heavily and felt an addiction. He held up the bloody knife and looked at his reflection through the blood. Bits and Pieces of painful memories were in the blood that was smeared on the knife. Painful memories that still haunted him. He pressed the knife against his skin one more time...
Chapter 4 coming ASAP... Please review