The Rich Man's Sorrow part 3, "Why?"
Note: In the last part I named Lucy's mother Meredith because I didn't rememeber her real name. When I wrote this part I found out it might have been Barbara but I'm not sure. Please tell me if it's not Barbara. Thanks
A couple of days later it was time for Carter to fight the pain and get out of the bed. Learning to walk again was the last thing he'd expected a week ago. Then he and Lucy had been happy. Lucy. . . A week ago she was still alive unaware of that she was going to be stabbed and killed the next week. It was her last day before going into maternity leave. Why on earth hadn't he listened to her about her schizophrenia patient? Why?
"WHY! WHY!" he screamed as Carol entered the door. "WHY!"
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Why am I crying over you?
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else I can do.
Why do I always look a fool?
Why?
"Why" - Melanie C.
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"Hey, Carter. What's wrong?"
Carol could see Carter was crying. He was going home the next day and for the first time he'd have all the responsibility for little Lucy.
"Why the hell did this happen, Carol? Why?!" He was sitting by the window in a wheelchair whilst looking out. Carol stood next to him.
"I don't know, Carter. I'm sorry".
"Yeah, me too". He got up from the chair and walked slowly to the sink. Carol could hear the water trickle and when she turned around she could see Carter lean over it, washing his grieving face. "I'm going home tomorrow".
"That's great, Carter. After being at a hospital, as a patient, is it a relief to come home again".
"Weren't you scared when you came home after the twins were born and knew that you had responsibility for two other lives all by yourself and not shearing it with Doug?"
"Of course I was, but that changed after a couple of days. Don't worry, everything's going to be just fine. I'll help you if you need anything".
Carter smiled at his friend. "Thanks, Carol. I don't know what I should have done without you".
"Oh, I'm sure you'd figured out something. So, have you named her yet?"
He wiped his face and walked slowly towards Carol and sat down in the wheelchair again. "Yeah, after hours of thinking".
"What's her name?"
Carter took a deep breath before he spoke. "Lucy and I decided to call the baby Melina if it was a girl".
"So it's Melina then?"
"No, not just that. I want to name her after her mother".
Carol smiled. "Little Lucy". Carter nodded. "Yeah, but we decided to name her Melina so I'll name her Lucy Melina".
"I like it", Carol said. "It did the same thing, with the girls' names I mean".
"Oh?"
This time it was Carol's time to take a little walk around the room. She crossed her arms, and Carter could see that she wasn't all that stable as he thought she was. The scars after Doug leaving were still there.
"Before Doug left. . we. . we were trying for a baby. Doug wanted a little girl he could name Tess. He loved that name so I was hoping for a boy".
For the first time since the stabbing Carter actually laughed a little and Carol now knew for sure that he'd make it. It would take time but he she knew he'd manage to move on. "So, am I totally lost when I guess you weren't too excited about the name?"
"No, you're as near as anyone can be. Tess seemed so. . I don't know. But when I saw her for the first time I knew she was a Ross. We wanted children and when it finally happened, he was gone. Since it was twins I thought I owed him naming one of them Tess. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be here so . . . . ".
"What do you think about the name now?" Carter asked.
"Now I love it", she replied. "I don't know why I didn't before though". She smiled and looked at her watch. "I have to pick the girls up from day care. When do you leave tomorrow?"
"11am".
"I'm working tonight. What about I drop by your house after you've settled in?"
Carter looked at Carol and smiled. He was glad he had her as a friend. "Could you? I'd really appreciated that".
"Of course, Carter".
"Thanks, and . . . Carol. . . Call me John".
"See later, John".
Carol left. Carter rose and lay down on the bed and called a nurse.
"Hello, dr. Carter. What can I do for you?"
"Could you get my daughter? I want to see her".
"Of course".
The nurse left and returned with a crib. She took the baby up and laid her in Carter's arms. He looked at his daughter, his and Lucy's daughter. Then he felt the tears and this time he let it all out. He was alone now. After crying almost an hour, he laid little Lucy, who had fallen asleep while her daddy was crying, back in her crib. Even though he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, he wanted to try, for the baby's sake.
Three hours later he stood up. It just wasn't possible. All he ever could think about was Lucy's expression on her face when he'd look under the bed. He had barely slept since it happened. Carol and Peter had forced him to take some sleeping pills but he also wanted to be awake if little Lucy woke up. He was all she had now and he needed to be there for her. This was going to be a long year.
He must have slept for a while because the next time he opened his eyes, the sun shined through the window. It looked to be a beautiful day, but for him it was one of his hardest days in his life.
Little Lucy was changed and sleeping happily in her crib just waiting to go home when someone knocked on the door. Who could that be? He thought. It couldn't be Carol because she was allowed to come whenever she wanted and didn't need to knock. Carter got up from a chair and opened the door. The person who was standing outside wasn't very expected from Carter's side.
"Hi!"
"Hello, dr. Carter. How are you feeling?" the woman asked.
"I. . I'm much better, thank you. Come in".
"Thank you".
Note: In the last part I named Lucy's mother Meredith because I didn't rememeber her real name. When I wrote this part I found out it might have been Barbara but I'm not sure. Please tell me if it's not Barbara. Thanks
A couple of days later it was time for Carter to fight the pain and get out of the bed. Learning to walk again was the last thing he'd expected a week ago. Then he and Lucy had been happy. Lucy. . . A week ago she was still alive unaware of that she was going to be stabbed and killed the next week. It was her last day before going into maternity leave. Why on earth hadn't he listened to her about her schizophrenia patient? Why?
"WHY! WHY!" he screamed as Carol entered the door. "WHY!"
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Why am I crying over you?
Why? 'Cos there's nothing else I can do.
Why do I always look a fool?
Why?
"Why" - Melanie C.
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"Hey, Carter. What's wrong?"
Carol could see Carter was crying. He was going home the next day and for the first time he'd have all the responsibility for little Lucy.
"Why the hell did this happen, Carol? Why?!" He was sitting by the window in a wheelchair whilst looking out. Carol stood next to him.
"I don't know, Carter. I'm sorry".
"Yeah, me too". He got up from the chair and walked slowly to the sink. Carol could hear the water trickle and when she turned around she could see Carter lean over it, washing his grieving face. "I'm going home tomorrow".
"That's great, Carter. After being at a hospital, as a patient, is it a relief to come home again".
"Weren't you scared when you came home after the twins were born and knew that you had responsibility for two other lives all by yourself and not shearing it with Doug?"
"Of course I was, but that changed after a couple of days. Don't worry, everything's going to be just fine. I'll help you if you need anything".
Carter smiled at his friend. "Thanks, Carol. I don't know what I should have done without you".
"Oh, I'm sure you'd figured out something. So, have you named her yet?"
He wiped his face and walked slowly towards Carol and sat down in the wheelchair again. "Yeah, after hours of thinking".
"What's her name?"
Carter took a deep breath before he spoke. "Lucy and I decided to call the baby Melina if it was a girl".
"So it's Melina then?"
"No, not just that. I want to name her after her mother".
Carol smiled. "Little Lucy". Carter nodded. "Yeah, but we decided to name her Melina so I'll name her Lucy Melina".
"I like it", Carol said. "It did the same thing, with the girls' names I mean".
"Oh?"
This time it was Carol's time to take a little walk around the room. She crossed her arms, and Carter could see that she wasn't all that stable as he thought she was. The scars after Doug leaving were still there.
"Before Doug left. . we. . we were trying for a baby. Doug wanted a little girl he could name Tess. He loved that name so I was hoping for a boy".
For the first time since the stabbing Carter actually laughed a little and Carol now knew for sure that he'd make it. It would take time but he she knew he'd manage to move on. "So, am I totally lost when I guess you weren't too excited about the name?"
"No, you're as near as anyone can be. Tess seemed so. . I don't know. But when I saw her for the first time I knew she was a Ross. We wanted children and when it finally happened, he was gone. Since it was twins I thought I owed him naming one of them Tess. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be here so . . . . ".
"What do you think about the name now?" Carter asked.
"Now I love it", she replied. "I don't know why I didn't before though". She smiled and looked at her watch. "I have to pick the girls up from day care. When do you leave tomorrow?"
"11am".
"I'm working tonight. What about I drop by your house after you've settled in?"
Carter looked at Carol and smiled. He was glad he had her as a friend. "Could you? I'd really appreciated that".
"Of course, Carter".
"Thanks, and . . . Carol. . . Call me John".
"See later, John".
Carol left. Carter rose and lay down on the bed and called a nurse.
"Hello, dr. Carter. What can I do for you?"
"Could you get my daughter? I want to see her".
"Of course".
The nurse left and returned with a crib. She took the baby up and laid her in Carter's arms. He looked at his daughter, his and Lucy's daughter. Then he felt the tears and this time he let it all out. He was alone now. After crying almost an hour, he laid little Lucy, who had fallen asleep while her daddy was crying, back in her crib. Even though he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, he wanted to try, for the baby's sake.
Three hours later he stood up. It just wasn't possible. All he ever could think about was Lucy's expression on her face when he'd look under the bed. He had barely slept since it happened. Carol and Peter had forced him to take some sleeping pills but he also wanted to be awake if little Lucy woke up. He was all she had now and he needed to be there for her. This was going to be a long year.
He must have slept for a while because the next time he opened his eyes, the sun shined through the window. It looked to be a beautiful day, but for him it was one of his hardest days in his life.
Little Lucy was changed and sleeping happily in her crib just waiting to go home when someone knocked on the door. Who could that be? He thought. It couldn't be Carol because she was allowed to come whenever she wanted and didn't need to knock. Carter got up from a chair and opened the door. The person who was standing outside wasn't very expected from Carter's side.
"Hi!"
"Hello, dr. Carter. How are you feeling?" the woman asked.
"I. . I'm much better, thank you. Come in".
"Thank you".