Goodbye, dr. Carter, part 4
As the weeks went by lived John the good life. Without Weaver everything had turned out be a lot better. No one tried to prevent him from getting the stuff he needed. There was only one thing he understood could be a problem: money. The stuff wasn't exactly inexpensive and his savings wouldn't last forever. He needed a job, but getting a job at another hospital would be difficult with his history.
After some thinking he decided to talk to Kye. Maybe he could help him with a job; after all he did earn a lot of money.
Meanwhile John was a happy man, Kerry had trouble sleeping and concentrating. She still couldn't forgive herself for what she'd done. He needed help and now it was too late. Everytime there was a trauma coming in she almost expected to see John. Every day there was brought in people who were living on the streets.
John contacted Kye already the next morning, and luckily could Kye give John the number to his boss. John nervously called the Boss and a few minutes later he had a job. He couldn't be happier; finally something nice happened to him. Relieved he turned on the TV in his new apartment and lit a cigarette. If he hadn't been as lucky as he'd been finding a job, eventually he had had to borrow money from his family and then everything would be lost. They could not discover what he was doing, what ever it had to cost him.
Already since the day John had quit had Abby tried to find him but without any luck. He never answered his cell phone and Weaver had told her that he'd moved out not telling where he went. When he left John promised himself not to have contact with anyone at the hospital. They would only make him feel so small and stupid, and he'd probably end up in Atlanta again. Therefore, no one expect Gamma had his new phone number and address. His parents had probably got it too, although he couldn't see the point. They never bothered to call him anyway.
Since he'd left John had received tons of calls and e-mails from Abby, Malucci and Benton, but he never returned anything. No matter how much they tried to contact him, he just ignored them. Hopefully they would stop at some point. They couldn't be a part of his life anymore. It was just impossible. It weren't only Dave and the rest that had trouble with this. John himself wished his new job and lifestyle didn't affect his relationship with his friends, especially Abby. The last couple of months he'd been crazy about her. She was everything he wanted a woman to be, and yet he silently watched his chance with her sail away.
After sitting home in his apartment feeling sorry for himself he decided to go out and earn some money. The best part with this job was all the spare time; he had all day free, and Kye had told him he seldom started selling before around midnight anyway, so it would be like working the graveyard shift without Kerry screaming in the background.
When he came out on the streets with his pockets full he felt lucky. All his life he'd thought medicine was what he wanted, but he'd obviously made the wrong decision. He was now helping the poor people, who needed more medication than their doctors would prescribe. Just like what he himself had explored. In a different way he was still helping people, people like him. Even though he'd spent years of his life on his education he wasn't much bitter. He was of course bitter about losing his job, but since Kye could give him a new one he didn't regret anything of what he'd done. There was no chance that the same that happened to Chase would happen to him too. As a doctor he knew what to stuff to mix and what stuff to definitely not mix.
TBC?
As the weeks went by lived John the good life. Without Weaver everything had turned out be a lot better. No one tried to prevent him from getting the stuff he needed. There was only one thing he understood could be a problem: money. The stuff wasn't exactly inexpensive and his savings wouldn't last forever. He needed a job, but getting a job at another hospital would be difficult with his history.
After some thinking he decided to talk to Kye. Maybe he could help him with a job; after all he did earn a lot of money.
Meanwhile John was a happy man, Kerry had trouble sleeping and concentrating. She still couldn't forgive herself for what she'd done. He needed help and now it was too late. Everytime there was a trauma coming in she almost expected to see John. Every day there was brought in people who were living on the streets.
John contacted Kye already the next morning, and luckily could Kye give John the number to his boss. John nervously called the Boss and a few minutes later he had a job. He couldn't be happier; finally something nice happened to him. Relieved he turned on the TV in his new apartment and lit a cigarette. If he hadn't been as lucky as he'd been finding a job, eventually he had had to borrow money from his family and then everything would be lost. They could not discover what he was doing, what ever it had to cost him.
Already since the day John had quit had Abby tried to find him but without any luck. He never answered his cell phone and Weaver had told her that he'd moved out not telling where he went. When he left John promised himself not to have contact with anyone at the hospital. They would only make him feel so small and stupid, and he'd probably end up in Atlanta again. Therefore, no one expect Gamma had his new phone number and address. His parents had probably got it too, although he couldn't see the point. They never bothered to call him anyway.
Since he'd left John had received tons of calls and e-mails from Abby, Malucci and Benton, but he never returned anything. No matter how much they tried to contact him, he just ignored them. Hopefully they would stop at some point. They couldn't be a part of his life anymore. It was just impossible. It weren't only Dave and the rest that had trouble with this. John himself wished his new job and lifestyle didn't affect his relationship with his friends, especially Abby. The last couple of months he'd been crazy about her. She was everything he wanted a woman to be, and yet he silently watched his chance with her sail away.
After sitting home in his apartment feeling sorry for himself he decided to go out and earn some money. The best part with this job was all the spare time; he had all day free, and Kye had told him he seldom started selling before around midnight anyway, so it would be like working the graveyard shift without Kerry screaming in the background.
When he came out on the streets with his pockets full he felt lucky. All his life he'd thought medicine was what he wanted, but he'd obviously made the wrong decision. He was now helping the poor people, who needed more medication than their doctors would prescribe. Just like what he himself had explored. In a different way he was still helping people, people like him. Even though he'd spent years of his life on his education he wasn't much bitter. He was of course bitter about losing his job, but since Kye could give him a new one he didn't regret anything of what he'd done. There was no chance that the same that happened to Chase would happen to him too. As a doctor he knew what to stuff to mix and what stuff to definitely not mix.
TBC?