"Hanging by a Moment" has the best timing of coming onto the radio when I
need to hear it. I walked into my room to write this chapter, and the song
came on the radio. Ahh.such a good song. Tomorrow is going to be a great
episode (I think/hope). I just hope there's tons more carby scenes. I
just returned from my first night outing with my license. I was allowed to
go pick up my sister from ballet at nine, but my mom didn't want me to go,
but my dad let me. Soooo much fun! Okay, it's homecoming week and I only
have two days to find a date for the dance on Saturday. As there are only
two days left, I have this strange feeling that I'm not going to find a
date at all. Uch. I hate my life. LOL. Okay, I'm going to go write in
my live journal because I'm a little depressed - as usual. Please keep
coming with the reviews! I really appreciate them!!!
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The other staff noticed the change in John Carter almost immediately. Once he came back into the hospital, he was not his usual cheery self. No one really said anything, however, until he got aggressive during a procedure. A drunk woman had been brought in after crashing her car. When she coded and a nurse pulled out the defibrillator and the paddles, John angrily tried to resuscitate her for twenty minutes before calling the time of death, throwing down his gloves, and storming out of the room. Jing-Mei was the first to go after him.
"You alright?" She asked, as she approached him outside the ambulance bay doors.
"Yeah."
"You sure? You seem distracted." Chen pressed.
"I said I'm fine." John snapped. "I'm sorry. I'm just stressed with Abby and Kerry and the hospital and everything."
"You need a vacation." Jing-Mei suggested. "Maybe you and Abby should go somewhere, quiet and tropical."
"You obviously haven't heard yet."
"Heard what?"
"Abby went on that vacation."
"Well why aren't you with her? Kerry wouldn't give you time off?"
"I wasn't really invited. She left a couple hours ago."
"Where'd she go?"
"I'm not sure. She only told me she needed to figure things out for herself."
"Then give her a little space."
"I have." John insisted.
"I know, but be a little patient." Deb suggested.
"I have been patient. I've been waiting for this for two and a half years. And it was worth those two and a half years to be able to have these past weeks with her. It's better than I even expected it could possibly be."
"Tell her that."
"I can't. I don't know where she is." John hung his head. Suddenly Deb's pager went off, followed by John's a few seconds later. Deb smiled and stood up.
"Good luck." She said, before walking back inside. As John followed her, he saw Kerry off in the distance.
"Hey Kerry, can I talk to you a minute?" He asked, approaching the older doctor.
"Make it quick. We have a trauma coming in." Weaver said impatiently.
"I know this is short notice, but I was wondering if I could take a week's vacation."
"I assume this has something to do with Abby." He nodded. "I'm sorry. We're short handed as it is. Not to mention how far we were set back during your walk-out. I'm sorry, I just can't let you go."
"Please Kerry, this is important. You know I hardly ever take vacation time."
"I know, but you're chief resident. You're required to take hours as needed and you are needed right now."
"Look, I'm going either way. I'll finish out my shift, but after that, I'm leaving." John said, getting upset. "You brought me back in last week when I was supposed to have been off. I need a break."
"Fine. Go." Kerry barked.
"Thank you." John replied and walked towards the lounge. He barged through the door, and nearly hit Susan in the shoulder.
"Geez. Tense?" Susan questioned as she rubbed her shoulder.
"Sorry. I got mad at Weaver."
"And decided to take it out on the door?"
"No. It just kind of got in the way." John gave a small smile.
"Are you okay? You don't look so good and you've looked a little shaky all day."
"I'm fine. Just a little tired."
"Okay."
"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said the other day. I'm just worried."
"I know. I understand."
"Um, have you talked to Abby lately?"
"I talked to her two days ago before she left." Susan admitted.
"Did she tell you where she was going? Susan, you have to tell me where she went." He said when he realized Susan wasn't answering his question and had a guilty look on her face.
"I promised her I wouldn't tell you."
"It's really important."
"Listen, she was upset when she left and she said you were one of the reasons she was going."
"I know, she told me the same thing. I can't stay here and let her make the wrong decision though. I love her Susan."
"I know." Susan nodded. "She went to Miami."
"Thank you." Carter gave Susan a quick hug.
"Don't tell her I told you." Susan shouted as Carter raced out the door. He called his travel agent from his cell phone in the car on the way to the airport. There wasn't a flight leaving for Miami for eight hours, so he had resorted to taking the flight to Fort Lauderdale which left in an hour and a half. John figured he could always rent a car for the ride. Two hours later, John settled into the seat, and looked out the window as the plane took off. He had called Susan right before he boarded and gotten all of Abby's hotel information. He just hoped that Abby would be as happy to see him as he would be to see her.
The other staff noticed the change in John Carter almost immediately. Once he came back into the hospital, he was not his usual cheery self. No one really said anything, however, until he got aggressive during a procedure. A drunk woman had been brought in after crashing her car. When she coded and a nurse pulled out the defibrillator and the paddles, John angrily tried to resuscitate her for twenty minutes before calling the time of death, throwing down his gloves, and storming out of the room. Jing-Mei was the first to go after him.
"You alright?" She asked, as she approached him outside the ambulance bay doors.
"Yeah."
"You sure? You seem distracted." Chen pressed.
"I said I'm fine." John snapped. "I'm sorry. I'm just stressed with Abby and Kerry and the hospital and everything."
"You need a vacation." Jing-Mei suggested. "Maybe you and Abby should go somewhere, quiet and tropical."
"You obviously haven't heard yet."
"Heard what?"
"Abby went on that vacation."
"Well why aren't you with her? Kerry wouldn't give you time off?"
"I wasn't really invited. She left a couple hours ago."
"Where'd she go?"
"I'm not sure. She only told me she needed to figure things out for herself."
"Then give her a little space."
"I have." John insisted.
"I know, but be a little patient." Deb suggested.
"I have been patient. I've been waiting for this for two and a half years. And it was worth those two and a half years to be able to have these past weeks with her. It's better than I even expected it could possibly be."
"Tell her that."
"I can't. I don't know where she is." John hung his head. Suddenly Deb's pager went off, followed by John's a few seconds later. Deb smiled and stood up.
"Good luck." She said, before walking back inside. As John followed her, he saw Kerry off in the distance.
"Hey Kerry, can I talk to you a minute?" He asked, approaching the older doctor.
"Make it quick. We have a trauma coming in." Weaver said impatiently.
"I know this is short notice, but I was wondering if I could take a week's vacation."
"I assume this has something to do with Abby." He nodded. "I'm sorry. We're short handed as it is. Not to mention how far we were set back during your walk-out. I'm sorry, I just can't let you go."
"Please Kerry, this is important. You know I hardly ever take vacation time."
"I know, but you're chief resident. You're required to take hours as needed and you are needed right now."
"Look, I'm going either way. I'll finish out my shift, but after that, I'm leaving." John said, getting upset. "You brought me back in last week when I was supposed to have been off. I need a break."
"Fine. Go." Kerry barked.
"Thank you." John replied and walked towards the lounge. He barged through the door, and nearly hit Susan in the shoulder.
"Geez. Tense?" Susan questioned as she rubbed her shoulder.
"Sorry. I got mad at Weaver."
"And decided to take it out on the door?"
"No. It just kind of got in the way." John gave a small smile.
"Are you okay? You don't look so good and you've looked a little shaky all day."
"I'm fine. Just a little tired."
"Okay."
"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said the other day. I'm just worried."
"I know. I understand."
"Um, have you talked to Abby lately?"
"I talked to her two days ago before she left." Susan admitted.
"Did she tell you where she was going? Susan, you have to tell me where she went." He said when he realized Susan wasn't answering his question and had a guilty look on her face.
"I promised her I wouldn't tell you."
"It's really important."
"Listen, she was upset when she left and she said you were one of the reasons she was going."
"I know, she told me the same thing. I can't stay here and let her make the wrong decision though. I love her Susan."
"I know." Susan nodded. "She went to Miami."
"Thank you." Carter gave Susan a quick hug.
"Don't tell her I told you." Susan shouted as Carter raced out the door. He called his travel agent from his cell phone in the car on the way to the airport. There wasn't a flight leaving for Miami for eight hours, so he had resorted to taking the flight to Fort Lauderdale which left in an hour and a half. John figured he could always rent a car for the ride. Two hours later, John settled into the seat, and looked out the window as the plane took off. He had called Susan right before he boarded and gotten all of Abby's hotel information. He just hoped that Abby would be as happy to see him as he would be to see her.