Goodbye, dr. Carter, part 3
After watching John for a while, Kerry knew she had to ask. It was the only way. He would refuse it, of course, but then she would get her answer.
"Hey, John", she said to John, who just came out of exam 2.
"Hello, Kerry", John said happily. "What's up?"
"Can I have a word?"
"Sure".
Kerry showed him to the exam 3, which was empty. "I'm a little concerned about you, John".
"Oh? Why?"
Kerry sighed. She didn't know how to ask him. "Are you … are you using anything?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, John".
John looked at his boss with cold eyes. "Thanks! Thanks a lot!" He said walking to the lounge where he emptied his locker.
"John, just listen to me, okay?"
"I don't have time for this. I have done everything you've asked me to, and then it turns out that no one of you really have believed in me or trusted me at all!"
"Where are you going?"
"How the hell should I tell you that!? Hu? You just want me back to Atlanta!"
"John!"
John just ignored Kerry and took off the nameplate with *John T. Carter*. He had officially quit.
"Have a nice day", he said sarcastically before he left.
Kerry closed her eyes. If she hadn't mentioned her suspicions he would still be working there, and maybe they could have convinced him to return to Atlanta. She knew he was on something again, and because of her only God knew what would happen to him now.
John smiled as he found a seat at the El. His car was at the shop. He was free from Mark, Edson, Benton, Luka, Weaver … then he remembered that he was living in Weaver's basement. Why did everything have to be so difficult? He thought.
When he went off the El he headed to the nearest kiosk where he bought a newspaper. He just couldn't live with Weaver anymore. If he were really lucky he would find an apartment by that afternoon. He could easily buy what he wanted without problems. After looking at the ads he found a place near the park where he used to meet Kye. It was one of Chicago's nicest places too. He immediately called and arranged for a meeting, and only two hours later he was the proud owner of the place. Since he now had a place to live he called one of those moving firms, who promised to have all his stuff out of Weaver's basement before she came home.
He had to admit it was about time he moved out of Weaver's, and the new place was nicer and a lot more fancy.
When Kerry came home from the hospital she was shocked. The basement was totally empty, and one the kitchen table was there a letter:
"Kerry!
As you see I've moved out. It was just the time to find another place. I know what you did today wasn't an easy thing to do, and I appreciate everything you've done for me. I'll pay the rent for the next two weeks on Wednesday.
John".
Kerry sighed and looked around in the room. If she hadn't felt enough responsible for John's development she sure did now. What had she done?
After watching John for a while, Kerry knew she had to ask. It was the only way. He would refuse it, of course, but then she would get her answer.
"Hey, John", she said to John, who just came out of exam 2.
"Hello, Kerry", John said happily. "What's up?"
"Can I have a word?"
"Sure".
Kerry showed him to the exam 3, which was empty. "I'm a little concerned about you, John".
"Oh? Why?"
Kerry sighed. She didn't know how to ask him. "Are you … are you using anything?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, John".
John looked at his boss with cold eyes. "Thanks! Thanks a lot!" He said walking to the lounge where he emptied his locker.
"John, just listen to me, okay?"
"I don't have time for this. I have done everything you've asked me to, and then it turns out that no one of you really have believed in me or trusted me at all!"
"Where are you going?"
"How the hell should I tell you that!? Hu? You just want me back to Atlanta!"
"John!"
John just ignored Kerry and took off the nameplate with *John T. Carter*. He had officially quit.
"Have a nice day", he said sarcastically before he left.
Kerry closed her eyes. If she hadn't mentioned her suspicions he would still be working there, and maybe they could have convinced him to return to Atlanta. She knew he was on something again, and because of her only God knew what would happen to him now.
John smiled as he found a seat at the El. His car was at the shop. He was free from Mark, Edson, Benton, Luka, Weaver … then he remembered that he was living in Weaver's basement. Why did everything have to be so difficult? He thought.
When he went off the El he headed to the nearest kiosk where he bought a newspaper. He just couldn't live with Weaver anymore. If he were really lucky he would find an apartment by that afternoon. He could easily buy what he wanted without problems. After looking at the ads he found a place near the park where he used to meet Kye. It was one of Chicago's nicest places too. He immediately called and arranged for a meeting, and only two hours later he was the proud owner of the place. Since he now had a place to live he called one of those moving firms, who promised to have all his stuff out of Weaver's basement before she came home.
He had to admit it was about time he moved out of Weaver's, and the new place was nicer and a lot more fancy.
When Kerry came home from the hospital she was shocked. The basement was totally empty, and one the kitchen table was there a letter:
"Kerry!
As you see I've moved out. It was just the time to find another place. I know what you did today wasn't an easy thing to do, and I appreciate everything you've done for me. I'll pay the rent for the next two weeks on Wednesday.
John".
Kerry sighed and looked around in the room. If she hadn't felt enough responsible for John's development she sure did now. What had she done?