Goodbye, dr. Carter, part 2
Fully refreshed he returned to County and continued his shift. When it was over he didn't feel like going home. At the moment he did everything to avoid bumping into Weaver. She was too annoying. He wanted to move far away from her, but the problem was that if he suddenly moved right after her accusing him for using drugs again, she would figure it all out. And that was just too risky.
He lit a cigarette and headed to the park. This was what he lived for. A smoke and some peace and quiet. For the first time since Lucy's death he felt fine. A couple of cigarettes and some "flour" made his life worth living again.
An hour later he remembered he had to return to the hospital. He'd had a long lunch and the others, especially Weaver, would probably suspect the worst.
As John arrived at County there were ambulances everywhere. He ran inside where everything was just chaos. "Hey, Randi. What's happening?"
"An explosion at a restaurant. They transport the injured all over the city".
"Terrific!" John said sarcastically and walked to the lounge for his lab coat. When he came out Kerry and Weaver entered the ER entrance with an injured from the explosion.
"Need any help?" He put his stethoscope around his neck.
"Why don't you take this and I'll take next one?" Kerry asked. "Haleh will give you the bullet".
"Sure".
Haleh looked at John. "36 y/o male, second - and third degree burns, shortness of breath, got 5 of morphine at the scene, BP 90/60, pulse ox 75".
"Okay. Randi, what's open?"
"Trauma two".
After taking care of the patient, John went to the lounge for a cup of coffee. The stuff was still inside of him and he felt great.
As the weeks went by John managed to keep his meetings with Kye secret for everyone, even Kerry. By now he was an expert of sneaking out in the park to get some more stuff. He living with Weaver hadn't made anything easier, but now when everybody thought he was the old dr. Carter again, he had no worries. His life was just perfect; he had a great job, a nice place to live and as much "happy powder" as he needed. After all, money wasn't the biggest problem, and Kerry, Mark, Jing-Mei and the rest didn't know a thing, or did they?
"You look terrible, John". John looked up from his coffee and looked straight into Kerry Weaver's face. "Are you feeling okay?" Why did she have to interfere all the time? He thought, although Doc Magoo's wasn't exactly the most hidden diner but still….
"Probably just the flu, or something", he said. By now he was used to make up excuses, and as far as he understood it everyone believed him.
"When are you on?"
"In 10 minutes". Why couldn't she just go? He needed a shot before his shift or else he wouldn't be able to function right.
"Well", Kerry said. "If you need to go home just tell me and we'll work something out. Okay?"
John nodded and took a slurp of his coffee. When Kerry had paid for her coffee and left, he threw his cup in the trash and ran out. He needed to find a safe place to inject the stuff before going to work. One mistake and he would be back in Atlanta.
When he arrived at County a couple of minutes later he was feeling a lot better, and he wasn't the only one who'd noticed that.
So, what do you think?
Fully refreshed he returned to County and continued his shift. When it was over he didn't feel like going home. At the moment he did everything to avoid bumping into Weaver. She was too annoying. He wanted to move far away from her, but the problem was that if he suddenly moved right after her accusing him for using drugs again, she would figure it all out. And that was just too risky.
He lit a cigarette and headed to the park. This was what he lived for. A smoke and some peace and quiet. For the first time since Lucy's death he felt fine. A couple of cigarettes and some "flour" made his life worth living again.
An hour later he remembered he had to return to the hospital. He'd had a long lunch and the others, especially Weaver, would probably suspect the worst.
As John arrived at County there were ambulances everywhere. He ran inside where everything was just chaos. "Hey, Randi. What's happening?"
"An explosion at a restaurant. They transport the injured all over the city".
"Terrific!" John said sarcastically and walked to the lounge for his lab coat. When he came out Kerry and Weaver entered the ER entrance with an injured from the explosion.
"Need any help?" He put his stethoscope around his neck.
"Why don't you take this and I'll take next one?" Kerry asked. "Haleh will give you the bullet".
"Sure".
Haleh looked at John. "36 y/o male, second - and third degree burns, shortness of breath, got 5 of morphine at the scene, BP 90/60, pulse ox 75".
"Okay. Randi, what's open?"
"Trauma two".
After taking care of the patient, John went to the lounge for a cup of coffee. The stuff was still inside of him and he felt great.
As the weeks went by John managed to keep his meetings with Kye secret for everyone, even Kerry. By now he was an expert of sneaking out in the park to get some more stuff. He living with Weaver hadn't made anything easier, but now when everybody thought he was the old dr. Carter again, he had no worries. His life was just perfect; he had a great job, a nice place to live and as much "happy powder" as he needed. After all, money wasn't the biggest problem, and Kerry, Mark, Jing-Mei and the rest didn't know a thing, or did they?
"You look terrible, John". John looked up from his coffee and looked straight into Kerry Weaver's face. "Are you feeling okay?" Why did she have to interfere all the time? He thought, although Doc Magoo's wasn't exactly the most hidden diner but still….
"Probably just the flu, or something", he said. By now he was used to make up excuses, and as far as he understood it everyone believed him.
"When are you on?"
"In 10 minutes". Why couldn't she just go? He needed a shot before his shift or else he wouldn't be able to function right.
"Well", Kerry said. "If you need to go home just tell me and we'll work something out. Okay?"
John nodded and took a slurp of his coffee. When Kerry had paid for her coffee and left, he threw his cup in the trash and ran out. He needed to find a safe place to inject the stuff before going to work. One mistake and he would be back in Atlanta.
When he arrived at County a couple of minutes later he was feeling a lot better, and he wasn't the only one who'd noticed that.
So, what do you think?