Goodbye, dr. Carter, part 8
"ER", Jerry said answering the phone. "Yeah. J-John Carter? I'll get you the chief". Jerry turned around to Kerry Weaver. "Dr. Weaver. Mercy's on the phone. They want to talk to you about dr. Carter".
Kerry held her breath. No, it couldn't be. Yes, it could be. She knew it. He was dead and she had killed him. Not directly, but in some way she was the one to blame.
"This is Kerry Weaver", she said into the phone shaking. "Sure… I'll fax it right over. Bye".
"Is he okay?" Jerry asked.
"They… They wanted his chart. It's been here since he was stabbed. Can you fax it over?" She was still shaking a little.
"Sure thing".
Over at Mercy was Alfred sitting in the waiting area. He was also quite shaken. It wasn't everyday he found his best friend unconscious. Although he was a doctor, he didn't feel like one. That belonged to his past.
Suddenly a couple of nurses and a doctor came running with a gurney. Alfred could see that the patient was John. He ran over to the admit. desk. Someone had to know what was going on.
"John Carter?" the desk clerk said. "They just took him up to surgery".
"What kind of surgery?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Alfred Lehman. John Carter's best friend. I was the one who brought him in".
"Oh, right", the desk clerk was obviously more interested in his sandwich than Alfred. "I think it was a ruptured appendix. You ought to ask his doctor, Garrett Marshall".
"And where can I find him?"
"He's a surgeon, and your friend is on his way up to surgery. It shouldn't be hard to find him".
"Thanks". Stupid clerk, Alfred thought as he went up stairs.
When he got up he received a lot better information. He was told where to wait and where the cafeteria was. Relieved he went to get something to eat. An hour later someone woke him up.
"Mr. Lehman?"
"What?"
"I'm dr. Marshall. I was the one who operated on John Carter".
Alfred stood quickly up. "How is he?"
"He'll be just fine. It looked very serious at first but it could have been much worse if you haven't brought him in".
"Yeah, I know. A ruptured appendix, hu?"
"Everything is okay now. We expect him to wake up very soon. I'll come and get you when he does. Go and get yourself a cup of coffee", Dr. Marshall smiled.
"Good idea", Alfred smiled back. At least there was someone who was nice at this hospital. He got some coffee and later he could visit his friend.
"Hi, Johnny! How are you".
"I've been better", John said quietly. He was still groggy from the anaesthetics. "What happened?"
"Ruptured appendix. You really scared me today, Johnny".
John smiled. "I promise it won't happen again, Abby".
I know it was kinda boring chapter but I promise to get more action later. I just needed this to happen. Please tell me what you think.
"ER", Jerry said answering the phone. "Yeah. J-John Carter? I'll get you the chief". Jerry turned around to Kerry Weaver. "Dr. Weaver. Mercy's on the phone. They want to talk to you about dr. Carter".
Kerry held her breath. No, it couldn't be. Yes, it could be. She knew it. He was dead and she had killed him. Not directly, but in some way she was the one to blame.
"This is Kerry Weaver", she said into the phone shaking. "Sure… I'll fax it right over. Bye".
"Is he okay?" Jerry asked.
"They… They wanted his chart. It's been here since he was stabbed. Can you fax it over?" She was still shaking a little.
"Sure thing".
Over at Mercy was Alfred sitting in the waiting area. He was also quite shaken. It wasn't everyday he found his best friend unconscious. Although he was a doctor, he didn't feel like one. That belonged to his past.
Suddenly a couple of nurses and a doctor came running with a gurney. Alfred could see that the patient was John. He ran over to the admit. desk. Someone had to know what was going on.
"John Carter?" the desk clerk said. "They just took him up to surgery".
"What kind of surgery?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Alfred Lehman. John Carter's best friend. I was the one who brought him in".
"Oh, right", the desk clerk was obviously more interested in his sandwich than Alfred. "I think it was a ruptured appendix. You ought to ask his doctor, Garrett Marshall".
"And where can I find him?"
"He's a surgeon, and your friend is on his way up to surgery. It shouldn't be hard to find him".
"Thanks". Stupid clerk, Alfred thought as he went up stairs.
When he got up he received a lot better information. He was told where to wait and where the cafeteria was. Relieved he went to get something to eat. An hour later someone woke him up.
"Mr. Lehman?"
"What?"
"I'm dr. Marshall. I was the one who operated on John Carter".
Alfred stood quickly up. "How is he?"
"He'll be just fine. It looked very serious at first but it could have been much worse if you haven't brought him in".
"Yeah, I know. A ruptured appendix, hu?"
"Everything is okay now. We expect him to wake up very soon. I'll come and get you when he does. Go and get yourself a cup of coffee", Dr. Marshall smiled.
"Good idea", Alfred smiled back. At least there was someone who was nice at this hospital. He got some coffee and later he could visit his friend.
"Hi, Johnny! How are you".
"I've been better", John said quietly. He was still groggy from the anaesthetics. "What happened?"
"Ruptured appendix. You really scared me today, Johnny".
John smiled. "I promise it won't happen again, Abby".
I know it was kinda boring chapter but I promise to get more action later. I just needed this to happen. Please tell me what you think.