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Note: I'd like to thank Beket for telling me what saline wide open is! Thanks!
Previously...Dave took Ben from his home...the social worker is evilly smirking...
and now...chaptah 4...
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Dave was taken back by the look on her face. He suspected that the mother was a friend of the mother.
"Can I say goodbye?" Dave asked sweetly.
"Of course." She said without moving.
"Alone?"
"Yeah...sorry." Visibly annoyed, she walked around a corner.
"Ben...wake up..." Dave pleaded quietly.
"What?" Ben replied softly.
"We gotta go."
"Again."
"Yeah, again."
Dave picked Ben up and quietly walked out the door. They were almost home-free. He hailed another taxi (at this rate, he'd be broke in no time) and took Ben to his apartment. Closing the door behind him, he walked into his bedroom and set Ben down and tucked him in.
"Where are we?" Ben asked just as Dave was leaving the room.
"At my place."
"Where were we before?"
"Family Services, I didn't think you'd be safe so I took you with me."
"Okay."
"Good night."
Dave quietly shut the door. He had no idea what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of. Call Carter. So what if it was 9 at night? Dave could care less. By his calculations, Carter was still at the hospital.
"ER." A familiar annoyed voice answered.
"Hey, this is Dr. Dave, is Carter around?"
"Yeah...hold on."
"Hello?" Carter asked.
"Hey, this is Dave, when's your shift over?"
"9:30. Why?"
"Could you come to my place, I need to talk to you about a patient. It's really important."
"Uh...yeah...I'll be over in a while."
"Thanks."
Dave hung up the phone. He knew the police were going to come by. Hell, he just kidnapped a 7-year-old kid! He didn't know what to do during the time Carter wasn't there, but thank God he's coming Dave thought to himself. He walked into his kitchen and started doing dishes. He needed to do something with his hands so he decided to do something useful. Just as he was about done there was a light knocking on the front door. Dave set down his sponge and looked through the peephole to make sure it wasn't the cops. Carter was standing in front of the door, visibly tired. Dave opened the door.
"Hey." Dave said, trying to make peace with him
"Hey, so what are we talking about."
"Yeah, come in."
Dave stepped aside and Carter walked in. Dave shut and locked the door behind him.
"You remember Ben from this afternoon, right? The child abuse case?"
"Uh...sure."
"Well, child services took him, right? I went up later to check on him and his mother had taken him home."
"You're kidding."
"No, she passed a polygraph even though Ben told us he was getting beaten. Anyway, I went to their apartment and I took Ben with me."
"Dave..."
"Let me finish. I took him to the social services building downtown. They were going to take them but I got a weird vibe so I took him back here. He's sleeping in the bedroom."
"Dave...you shouldn't have taken him."
"Remember the bruises?"
"Did he have one on his chest?"
"No."
"When I picked him up from his mother's house, the stupid bitch had hurt him again. He has a large bruise on his chest. I couldn't just sit back and watch this happen again and again. I took his chart from records."
Dave handed Carter Ben's chart."
"Read it, he's been in the ER so many times, I don't know why people haven't picked it up that he's getting hit!" Dave's anger was building within him.
"Dave? What's going on? I'm thirsty." Ben asked walking out of the bedroom.
"Hey. You remember Dr. Carter? He's here to help you, too."
"Hi Ben, how's it going?" Carter asked.
"Okay, I'm thirsty."
"You want some water?"
"Yes, please."
Dave scurried off into the kitchen to get a glass of water for Ben. Meanwhile, Carter continued to talk to Ben.
"Dave said you hurt your chest."
"Yeah."
"Do you mind if I take a look at it?"
"Sure."
John gently lifted off the top of Ben's shirt. The large dark-purple bruise practically covered his entire chest. Carter put down his shirt.
"Here's your water." Dave said as he handed it to Ben. Ben took a deep gulp of the water. "You should go back to sleep."
"Okay, good-by Dr. Carter."
"Good-night Ben." John said soothingly. Ben disappeared back into the bedroom.
I know it's a weak-ass cliffhanger, but hey, I don't feel like writing anymore! Please R/R! And let me know of any story lines for anything (especially Dave! hehehe) I'll be glad to hear them! Thanks!
P.S. Sorry for the language (especially the ladies [which includes me]) but I felt like swearing!
Note: I'd like to thank Beket for telling me what saline wide open is! Thanks!
Previously...Dave took Ben from his home...the social worker is evilly smirking...
and now...chaptah 4...
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Dave was taken back by the look on her face. He suspected that the mother was a friend of the mother.
"Can I say goodbye?" Dave asked sweetly.
"Of course." She said without moving.
"Alone?"
"Yeah...sorry." Visibly annoyed, she walked around a corner.
"Ben...wake up..." Dave pleaded quietly.
"What?" Ben replied softly.
"We gotta go."
"Again."
"Yeah, again."
Dave picked Ben up and quietly walked out the door. They were almost home-free. He hailed another taxi (at this rate, he'd be broke in no time) and took Ben to his apartment. Closing the door behind him, he walked into his bedroom and set Ben down and tucked him in.
"Where are we?" Ben asked just as Dave was leaving the room.
"At my place."
"Where were we before?"
"Family Services, I didn't think you'd be safe so I took you with me."
"Okay."
"Good night."
Dave quietly shut the door. He had no idea what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of. Call Carter. So what if it was 9 at night? Dave could care less. By his calculations, Carter was still at the hospital.
"ER." A familiar annoyed voice answered.
"Hey, this is Dr. Dave, is Carter around?"
"Yeah...hold on."
"Hello?" Carter asked.
"Hey, this is Dave, when's your shift over?"
"9:30. Why?"
"Could you come to my place, I need to talk to you about a patient. It's really important."
"Uh...yeah...I'll be over in a while."
"Thanks."
Dave hung up the phone. He knew the police were going to come by. Hell, he just kidnapped a 7-year-old kid! He didn't know what to do during the time Carter wasn't there, but thank God he's coming Dave thought to himself. He walked into his kitchen and started doing dishes. He needed to do something with his hands so he decided to do something useful. Just as he was about done there was a light knocking on the front door. Dave set down his sponge and looked through the peephole to make sure it wasn't the cops. Carter was standing in front of the door, visibly tired. Dave opened the door.
"Hey." Dave said, trying to make peace with him
"Hey, so what are we talking about."
"Yeah, come in."
Dave stepped aside and Carter walked in. Dave shut and locked the door behind him.
"You remember Ben from this afternoon, right? The child abuse case?"
"Uh...sure."
"Well, child services took him, right? I went up later to check on him and his mother had taken him home."
"You're kidding."
"No, she passed a polygraph even though Ben told us he was getting beaten. Anyway, I went to their apartment and I took Ben with me."
"Dave..."
"Let me finish. I took him to the social services building downtown. They were going to take them but I got a weird vibe so I took him back here. He's sleeping in the bedroom."
"Dave...you shouldn't have taken him."
"Remember the bruises?"
"Did he have one on his chest?"
"No."
"When I picked him up from his mother's house, the stupid bitch had hurt him again. He has a large bruise on his chest. I couldn't just sit back and watch this happen again and again. I took his chart from records."
Dave handed Carter Ben's chart."
"Read it, he's been in the ER so many times, I don't know why people haven't picked it up that he's getting hit!" Dave's anger was building within him.
"Dave? What's going on? I'm thirsty." Ben asked walking out of the bedroom.
"Hey. You remember Dr. Carter? He's here to help you, too."
"Hi Ben, how's it going?" Carter asked.
"Okay, I'm thirsty."
"You want some water?"
"Yes, please."
Dave scurried off into the kitchen to get a glass of water for Ben. Meanwhile, Carter continued to talk to Ben.
"Dave said you hurt your chest."
"Yeah."
"Do you mind if I take a look at it?"
"Sure."
John gently lifted off the top of Ben's shirt. The large dark-purple bruise practically covered his entire chest. Carter put down his shirt.
"Here's your water." Dave said as he handed it to Ben. Ben took a deep gulp of the water. "You should go back to sleep."
"Okay, good-by Dr. Carter."
"Good-night Ben." John said soothingly. Ben disappeared back into the bedroom.
I know it's a weak-ass cliffhanger, but hey, I don't feel like writing anymore! Please R/R! And let me know of any story lines for anything (especially Dave! hehehe) I'll be glad to hear them! Thanks!
P.S. Sorry for the language (especially the ladies [which includes me]) but I felt like swearing!