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Back from the dead part three, story about Carter and Lucy.Written By Louise Mills.
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Authors Note: This is quite a far fetched story, but its been playing in me mind for someone time. It's what if story, what if Lucy had a twin and she was really the one who died. Of course she was already a doctor ad she worked in Africa. So knew what to do as a medical student. She was also in trouble with the authorities in Africa, so she develops a new virus and infected Lucy. So now the year is August 2001 and Lucy is in a coma. And please note, the medical accuracies are not right, but it's necessary for the story.
Heather grabbed her coat and ran out the door, she was preparing to face the doctors at County General Hospital and request the use of the lab facilities, which were the best in the County.
Heather walked off the El train and walked down the stairs, once she was at the bottom of the stairs she looked across the road to the hospital. She grabbed the bay on her shoulder and brought it against her chest and took a deep breathe in. The bag contained information on finding Lucy's cure and she wanted to give a copy to the doctors in the ER.
Heather took another deep breath and walked across the road, and approached the hospitals main entrance.
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Meanwhile,
Mark was at the reception desk with his elbows resting against the desk and he was rubbing his temples and his eyes were closed. "Rough night Dr Greene?" Chuni asked. "Yeah!" Chuni stared at Mark, it was the first time she had seen Mark with a hangover. "Chuni?" "Yes." "Could you tell me when Kerry and Carter come in please?" "Sure Dr Greene." "Thanks." He placed his glasses back on his face and stood up. "Argh, I think I shouldn't of got up so fast." Mark said as he made his way to the lounge.
Chuni felt like she should be laughing, actually it shocked her that she wasn't. She had a strange feeling, even thou it was weird to see Mark with a hung over, deep down she knew he wasn't the only one that would. She didn't know why she knew this; all she knew is that she did. She wanted know what kind of news would make them get drunk but she also knew the answer to her question would come soon.
John sat down outside of the ambulance bay doors, and took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. He had woken up with the worst hangover of his life, and it only got worst, as the sounds of the city aggravated his headache. He would have took some pain killers, but as he was routing though his bathroom cabinet he remember he throw them out when he got out of rehab.
He just wanted this day finished with, as there was a staff meeting today about the existence of Lucy, and he really didn't want to face people. He was worried of what they may say to him.
He placed his hands face down to his side and pushed himself slowly off the bench and made his way though the doors to start work.
"Hey Carter good of you to join us!" Chuni shouted to him, as he walked though the doors. John stopped and closed his eyes. "Please not so loud, or so cheerfully." He reopened his eyes and Chuni was standing right in front of him, and concern was written across her face. "God, when I saw Dr Greene, I thought he was bad, but I was wrong you look 10 times as worst." "Oh great thanks." "Carter what's going on?" We didn't see you, Dr Greene or Weaver after you were summoned to Dr Romano's office and now the next morning two out of the three named doctors arrive to work with the biggest hangovers. John wanted to answer her but didn't know what to say or let alone where to start. "You know as soon as Dr Weaver comes in, she has all the answers. But when she does come in don't pounce on her the minute she does, she will be worst then me and Mark, believe me. So where exactly is Mark?" "Lounge." "Thanks." And John walked into the lounge Chuni was now more confused. "What was that all about?" Haleh asked Chuni as she approached where Chuni and John were standing. "I don't know something big ids going on!"
Heather approached the reception desk of the ER and waited patiently to be attained to. "May I help you?" Randy asked Heather, "Yes thank you, I'm looking for Dr Carter?" "And you are?" "Dr Heather Hamilton." Randy raised her eyebrows to the girls name; she didn't look old enough to be a med student, let alone a doctor. Heather rolled her eyes at the desk clerks response she always got that reaction. "Sure, I just get him." £Thank you, could you tell him I'm the head of the infectious diseases of Africa region for the CDC please." Randy stopped walking and back to her, she couldn't of been serious about her title, "Oh right, but aren't you a little bit young, okay stop with the joke, Dr Carter doesn't like practical jokes." "I'm not joking." "Oh of course not, who out you up to this Jerry." "Who?" "Desk clerk who use it work here, and don't say you don't know him." "No I don't." Heather shouted and the slight British accent left in her accent was well heard. "I work for the CDC, and I'm the head of my department. And I need to talk to Dr Carter, because I have some important news to tell him."
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Meanwhile in the lounge,
John walked though the doors of the lounge and Mark looked up from where he was pouring his coffee. When Mark saw it was John he reopened the cupboard and took out another mug and poured himself and John some coffee.
Mark handed the mug to John, "Thanks!" Mark sat down in the chair opposite; "Well it looks like you kept on drowning yourself after me and Elizabeth left." John nodded, Believe me I now know that it was a mistake." "It's always the day after you realise it been a mistake." Silence filled the room and John stared into his coffee mug. "When are you going to tell them? Because I like to know, so I can be as far away as possible." "When Kerry gets in, and John when we do tell them take your lunch break and take a long one. So you won't have to stay in the hospital. "Thanks Mark." John closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Headache?" Mark asked. "A Headache would be heaven to what's banging in my head right now. It feels like a sleigh hammer is hit me, and the pounding gets worst with every sound." "Taken anything?" John shook his head, "Why not?" "Because my apartment doesn't contain any form of pain killer. I throw them out last year then I finished rehab." "I see, come one lets get you something mild for the pain!" They both stood up, and they heard two people arguing outside of the lounge door. And the only things they could hear was CDC, Dr Carter, and important news, and John was though the doors, before Mark realised his was gone.
The sudden opening of the lounge door interrupted the two people arguing.
Randy Turned round and saw Carter standing in the doorway of the lounge staring at the person she was shouting at moments before, "carter she says she CDC head of…" "Heather… What are you doing here?" John said interrupting Randy. "Nice to see you too, John." "Sorry, so I heard while I was in the Lounge you have news?" At this time Mark joined John. "Oh Dr Greene, this is Dr Heather Hamilton Head of infectious Diseases of Africa Region for the CDC." "Nice to meet you Dr Greene." "You too, DR Hamilton, of course I only know you by your reparation, the work you did in Uganda was brilliant." "Thank you, but I can't take all the credit it was a team effort not s singular effort." "Sorry of course, so this news you have is it about…about…" "You cousin?" John said finishing Mark's question. "Yes!" "When why don't you come into the lounge and you can talk to both me and Dr Greene." "Okay."
Mark was shocked when he heard the words cousin, but once they sunk in he came back to reality and follow John and Heather in the lounge.
Randy was now standing in the middle of the waiting area gob smacked because the barely old another to be med student/doctor was actually what she said she was head of a department working for the CDC.
"Would you like some coffee?" John asked Heather, and she nodded. John poured her a cup, and place in on the table in front of her then making his way to one of the chairs opposite.
The three doctors stared at each other nervously waiting for the other to speck. But Heather knew she should be the first, "Your probably wondering what I'm doing here, and not helping Lucy?" Mark and John both nodded they didn't want to speck all they wanted to do was listen, and hope in what Heather had to say.
"Well, I've been working on Lucy's case for the past year of course I didn't know it was Lucy until yesterday." She wanted to clarify that part, just in case they question her, why she hadn't told them.
"With no luck at all in the search for the cure for the virus attacking her." Heather looked closely at John and noticed the looks of hope diminish. "But that doesn't mean we got no where." She said trying to reassure John, "But yesterday we had a major break though in finding the cure. Actually we found a way to make the virus do less harm then it has already done. Which is really, really good, because that usually means we're near a cure.2 John felt like screaming yes then he heard what heather had said, but knew it was a little premature.
"Yesterday I received a Package for me from Dr Harris in Togo. The package contained files upon files of gene sequencing the kind you use to make a virus. Some doctor at the field hospital found then a few days ago while clearing in a storage cupboard and handed them to Dr Harris." John went from of a relaxed composure to a tense one. "Lucy's Virus?" John question her, and all the reply they got was a nod and a huge grin. "We are very close to finding a cure, all we need now are facilities. The labs we're working in now aren't really that good, and there's a rumour going around saying that your labs are ready for occupy. So I am asking, who do I speck to get the use of the labs?" In unison Mark and John replied, "Romano!"
To be continued…