Disclaimer: Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is my very own Carter. PLEASE?

Author's Note: Here it is! The very short chapter of the story, Still unedited. Thanks to everyone who reviewed last time! I was amazed that people actually liked it, so I continued it. Here it is:

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~~ Doc Magoo's ~~

Abby and Luka entered, laughing. Dr. Greene, Benton, Cleo, Malik, Chen, and some blonde woman were seated at a table. Abby whispered to Luka, "Do you know her?" "No," was the response. Malik motioned them over, "Susan; this is Abby and Luka, a nurse and an attending in the ER. Abby and Luka, this is Susan Lewis, she was a doctor here years ago," "Hi," they exchanged greetings while Luka and Abby sat down. Cleo inquired, "Is anything going on with you guys?", noticing that for once they weren't at each other's throats. "Yeah," Abby said, and Luka continued, "We broke up. We make much better friends." Heads nodded, and Mark began, "Actually, Susan worked her when Carter was just a baby med student." Susan, laughing, replied, "You guys never mentioned Carter still worked here! How is he anyways? Probably the best surgical resident here, I bet." Looks were exchanged around the table and Mark said, "It really has been a long time. Carter left surgery, aster chewing out Anspaugh in front of the entire ER. He's an ER resident." "Good," Susan replied, "I always thought he'd be better here than in the OR." Peter, nodding, said, "Girl, he would have been good anywhere." Susan said, "That's true. So, how has he been doing?" This time apprehensive looks were exchanged, and Peter hesitantly began, "A lot of things have happened to him, Sus. I'm not going to say what; it's not my place to, but I'll tell you this: Carter's had a lot of bad things happened to him, and he's had a rough time. Some people might have done better, many wouldn't have. He's going to be alright, and I'm proud of him"

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Carter continued to sprint. Where could he go? Doc Magoo's was close, but there were no security guards, and too many civilians. The hospital made more sense; they had security guards. Finally reaching the Ambulance Bay, he sighed in relief and began to slow down as he saw a security cart. Nearing it, he saw a stranger clad in the same dark colored ensemble, holding a handgun, and aiming it directly at him.

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Cursing himself for slowing down, he jumped over the curb. That's when he felt it: midair, three more bullets sliced into him. Two near the scars on his back, the other in his chest. He fell to the ground, blood pouring from his wounds. 'I have to get up,' he thought, but he couldn't. He could only just lie there.

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Carter opened his eyes; it hadn't been a dream. He was still lying there, in a deep, crimson puddle of blood. Three, maybe four liters he guessed. Suddenly, scenes flashed before his eyes: Bobby being diagnosed, waiting in a hospital room, Bobby beating him up when his marrow didn't match Bobby's, Bobby getting to the point where he couldn't beat him up, the day Bobby died, getting on a plane with his sister to go to boarding school, graduating, secretly filling out the med school application, his first day at the hospital, graduating again, Dennis dying, re-starting as an ER intern, Chase's overdose, getting stabbed, Lucy dying, becoming suicidal but never having the guts to go through with it, becoming addicted, going to rehab, falling in love, being rejected, then a radiant, blinding light. Then nothing but blackness.