Goodbye, dr. Carter
AN: It's been a year since Carter returned from rehab. When he returned he moved in to Kerry Weaver's basement again (don't ask why. I just need him to stay there). The last couple of days some of the staff has been noticing that Carter's changed a lot lately. Is he back on drugs or is he just having some bad days?
He looked around in the room, wondering why he still lived there. Just listening to his boss in the shower wanted him to kill himself. He drank the rest of his juice and left the apartment without having showered or shaved; he didn't bother.
When he entered the emergency room he just walked past by the others without saying hello to them. In the lounge were already Jing-Mei and Dave. Jing-Mei was trying to tell Dave the reasons why she didn't like the idea of a threesome.
"Hey, Carter. Tell Jing-Mei that a threesome would be perfect for her".
John just ignored Dave and put on his lab coat.
"Malucci! Why can't you just mind your own business?" Jing-Mei said annoyed. "I'm sick of you and your matchmaking. Get a life!"
Dave laughed. He just loved to tease her. "Well, that's also one of my highest priorities at the moment. What do you think, Carter?"
John could feel the anger inside him grow without even knowing where it came from. Suddenly, not aware of why, he screamed. "Could you two just shut up!!!"
"Carter….", Dave said quietly.
"Shut up! Just shut up!!"
Then he left the room and Dave and Jing-Mei were left behind in shock. "What's happened to him?" Jing-Mei asked but all she got from Dave was a weird little laugh and a small smile.
"Since he's not a woman he can't really use the it's-the-time-of-the-month excuse. He's probably just having a bad morning, and he'll turn on the happy face we always hate seeing 6.00 am when we'd rather be home in our beds".
Jing-Mei sighed. "For once I hope you're right, Dave".
"Wow! Can you repeat that?"
"Get lost, Dave", Jing-Mei put her stethoscope around her neck and walked out.
"That sounds a lot more familiar".
As the hours went by the day only got worse for John. The waiting room was filled up with two buses of tourists who all had stomach problems, and by the end of the day John had changed his scrubs seven times. If that wasn't enough to make the day terrible, he also lost five of eight GSW patients. When he was sitting by the admit. desk writing on some charts Kerry stopped in front of him.
"Got a minute?"
Oh no, he thought. The day couldn't get worse. "Not really. I'm going home".
"Not yet. I need to talk to you".
John could feel his heart stop. Did she know? She used the exact same words last time. It wouldn't be surprising; after all he did live in the same house as she and he'd sold his soul to the devil when he first moved in. John followed Kerry into a suture room. He decided to act as normal as possible trying to not make her suspicious.
"What's up?"
"I have received complains about you today, too many actually".
"Oh? Why?"
"Your attitude. That's your problem".
"What do you mean?"
"You've been angry and grumpy without any particular reason, and you also gave a man with diarrhoea laxative instead of coal".
John laughed. "I still can't understand how that happened"
"I'm serious, John. I think you have concentration problems. You show the same symptoms like the last time before you left for Atlanta".
"What! I can't believe you're saying that! I'm not on drugs! You have one bad day, one, and your boss is already on your back!" Furious he left the room leaving Kerry. She badly hoped she was wrong.
Scared and stressed he decided to leave the ER for a break. He'd just returned from Atlanta, and now they almost expected him to go back any minute. Hell, no! If he wanted to use a little now and then, no one had the right to stop him. They weren't the bosses of him.
As he walked down the streets he saw a guy he knew, Kye. He used to have good stuff, and money wasn't exactly the problem. Since it was too dangerous to get it at the hospital he had to get it from somewhere else, and then Kye was the man.
"Kye?"
"John! Hi! How's business?"
John shrugged. "Not too interesting. I came to see you because I need something".
"Already? I gave you 600".
"There was a lot of pressure at work and things just heated up. Do you got anything?"
"Just 300".
"How much?"
"2200".
John handed Kye the money. "Thank you". Just as he'd given Kye the money he disappeared, and John decided to go home while Kerry still was at work. A small dose and he would be Super Doc again.
The feeling of the stuff running through his veins was the best in the whole world. He couldn't feel better than he did now. Why did everybody want him to give up this incredible feeling?
To be continued? Please tell me what you think
AN: It's been a year since Carter returned from rehab. When he returned he moved in to Kerry Weaver's basement again (don't ask why. I just need him to stay there). The last couple of days some of the staff has been noticing that Carter's changed a lot lately. Is he back on drugs or is he just having some bad days?
He looked around in the room, wondering why he still lived there. Just listening to his boss in the shower wanted him to kill himself. He drank the rest of his juice and left the apartment without having showered or shaved; he didn't bother.
When he entered the emergency room he just walked past by the others without saying hello to them. In the lounge were already Jing-Mei and Dave. Jing-Mei was trying to tell Dave the reasons why she didn't like the idea of a threesome.
"Hey, Carter. Tell Jing-Mei that a threesome would be perfect for her".
John just ignored Dave and put on his lab coat.
"Malucci! Why can't you just mind your own business?" Jing-Mei said annoyed. "I'm sick of you and your matchmaking. Get a life!"
Dave laughed. He just loved to tease her. "Well, that's also one of my highest priorities at the moment. What do you think, Carter?"
John could feel the anger inside him grow without even knowing where it came from. Suddenly, not aware of why, he screamed. "Could you two just shut up!!!"
"Carter….", Dave said quietly.
"Shut up! Just shut up!!"
Then he left the room and Dave and Jing-Mei were left behind in shock. "What's happened to him?" Jing-Mei asked but all she got from Dave was a weird little laugh and a small smile.
"Since he's not a woman he can't really use the it's-the-time-of-the-month excuse. He's probably just having a bad morning, and he'll turn on the happy face we always hate seeing 6.00 am when we'd rather be home in our beds".
Jing-Mei sighed. "For once I hope you're right, Dave".
"Wow! Can you repeat that?"
"Get lost, Dave", Jing-Mei put her stethoscope around her neck and walked out.
"That sounds a lot more familiar".
As the hours went by the day only got worse for John. The waiting room was filled up with two buses of tourists who all had stomach problems, and by the end of the day John had changed his scrubs seven times. If that wasn't enough to make the day terrible, he also lost five of eight GSW patients. When he was sitting by the admit. desk writing on some charts Kerry stopped in front of him.
"Got a minute?"
Oh no, he thought. The day couldn't get worse. "Not really. I'm going home".
"Not yet. I need to talk to you".
John could feel his heart stop. Did she know? She used the exact same words last time. It wouldn't be surprising; after all he did live in the same house as she and he'd sold his soul to the devil when he first moved in. John followed Kerry into a suture room. He decided to act as normal as possible trying to not make her suspicious.
"What's up?"
"I have received complains about you today, too many actually".
"Oh? Why?"
"Your attitude. That's your problem".
"What do you mean?"
"You've been angry and grumpy without any particular reason, and you also gave a man with diarrhoea laxative instead of coal".
John laughed. "I still can't understand how that happened"
"I'm serious, John. I think you have concentration problems. You show the same symptoms like the last time before you left for Atlanta".
"What! I can't believe you're saying that! I'm not on drugs! You have one bad day, one, and your boss is already on your back!" Furious he left the room leaving Kerry. She badly hoped she was wrong.
Scared and stressed he decided to leave the ER for a break. He'd just returned from Atlanta, and now they almost expected him to go back any minute. Hell, no! If he wanted to use a little now and then, no one had the right to stop him. They weren't the bosses of him.
As he walked down the streets he saw a guy he knew, Kye. He used to have good stuff, and money wasn't exactly the problem. Since it was too dangerous to get it at the hospital he had to get it from somewhere else, and then Kye was the man.
"Kye?"
"John! Hi! How's business?"
John shrugged. "Not too interesting. I came to see you because I need something".
"Already? I gave you 600".
"There was a lot of pressure at work and things just heated up. Do you got anything?"
"Just 300".
"How much?"
"2200".
John handed Kye the money. "Thank you". Just as he'd given Kye the money he disappeared, and John decided to go home while Kerry still was at work. A small dose and he would be Super Doc again.
The feeling of the stuff running through his veins was the best in the whole world. He couldn't feel better than he did now. Why did everybody want him to give up this incredible feeling?
To be continued? Please tell me what you think