The Way It Is Meant To Be Part 5
If you want to read part 1, 2, 3, or 4, review the fic, if you have any
questions, or if you want to tell me what you want to happen next, email
me at Lpsmiles88@aol.com. Sorry this chapter took so long to write but I
got grounded and had to write it all down on paper first. This chapter
is longer than all of the others because I just realized how short the
others were. I hope my idea turns out ok because it is very original and
I have not seen the idea used in any fanfics before (and I have read
quite a lot of them). The idea has sort of been in my mind for like a
year now, but I just recently started to write fics. Never drink and
drive because the consequences can be awful.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "How is she holding up?" A voice cut through the haze surrounding Carter's brain. He looked up to see Susan standing next to the curtain. He looked back down at the teenage girl he had just finished putting a cast on. "Okay, a nurse will be in here shortly to finish you up then you can go home." "Alright and thanks," the girl replied. "Sure," Carter replied sounding tired. He followed Susan into the lounge. "How is she holding up?" She repeated. "She's ok considering. She said she would be all right if I left her home for a while when I went to work. I hope she is." "Carter, Abby will be fine. She is not a two year old." Susan said comfortingly. "I know. I'm just so scared that she isn't going to remember anything."
"Carter, she is going to be ok. You need to believe that. She is going to be ok." "I keep trying to tell myself that but I just can't make myself believe that it's true." Carter began to sob uncontrollably and Susan gave him a comforting hug. "She will be ok Carter. She has to," Susan whispered gently to him. "Do you want to go to Doc's and get some coffee?" "Sure," Carter replied sounding unsure of himself. "Come on."
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"Carter discharge the woman in 2," Weaver shouted at Carter as she headed to the ambulance bay. "Ok."
"Hey," Carter looked down at his chart, "Skye. That's a very pretty name. The nurse says you're all finished and you can go home. Here is your prescription. You need to take a pill in the morning and at night on an empty stomach, okay?" "Yup. What's wrong with you? You look sort of depressed." "Thanks." "I was just stating the obvious." "Someone I am really close got in an accident and now she can't remember anything." "Oh, wow. I would probably look depressed if that happened to me. Is she your girlfriend?" "I'm not really sure what she is anymore. She sometimes seems like my girlfriend, but then sometimes we don't talk for weeks and it seems like we never even met. She is the most confusing person I have ever known, but I still think I am the person that knows her the most and the best." "Does she have, like, amnesia or something?" "Yes and I don't really know if she will ever remember me or anything again and I am starting to get worried." "Well, you want to know what I think Dr. ." "Carter and sure" "Using my very, very powerful physic abilities that have helped many.ok they haven't helped anyone but I think she will be just fine. And so will you." "Thank you so much Skye, you just made my day a whole lot better." "Your very welcome Dr. Carter." "You're all set to go." "Thank you. Have a good day. Goodbye." "Have a good day, too, Skye," Carter said as she got up grabbed her backpack.
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"What happened?" Dr. Carter asked the paramedics who were wheeling in a boy who looked to be about 7 or 8 years old on a gurney. A paramedic answered, "He was riding his bike when a drunk came out of nowhere and hit him. Everything is normal except a hairline fracture of the tibia." "Okay did you get his name?" Carter questioned while looking at the little brown-eyed boy. "No, he wouldn't tell us anything," the paramedic said while shrugging. "Okay buddy, what's your name?" Carter bent down to look the boy in the eyes. The little boy didn't answer. He kept looking around frantically. He twisted around to look behind him. "Whoa! You need to sit still or you could hurt your leg more," Carter told him firmly. The boy responded by asking Carter a question somewhat nervously, "Where is she?" "Who?" Carter asked as he wheeled him into an exam room. The little boy just looked up at Carter with sad scared eyes.
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A while later, Carter saw the little boy slowly and carefully wheeling himself through the hall. "Hey! What are you doing out of bed? You were supposed to stay until a nurse said you could get up." "She did," the little boy said, "but I'm not looking for that nurse. I'm looking for a different nurse. She said I could visit her whenever I want to. Where is she?" "Can you tell me her name?" Carter asked the boy gently, "and how about telling me your name, too?" "Her name is Abby. Why can't I find her?" The little boy's voice was rising in frustration. "It's okay. Abby is at home right now. She didn't have to work today," Carter told him reassuringly. "When can I see her?" The little boy looked up at Carter with his innocent eyes. He answered, "Something bad happened to Abby and if she knew you before, she might not remember you." "Why not?" The boy asked with a tremble in his voice. "It's not fair. I want to see her and she said she would be here. IT'S NOT FAIR!" He started to sob hysterically. Carter wrapped the little boy up tightly in his arms. "I know it's not fair. I know more than you might think." Carter whispered quietly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A/N - So who is this little boy? How does he know Abby? I'm sure you can figure it out without too much trouble, especially considering which rerun will be playing on Thursday.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "How is she holding up?" A voice cut through the haze surrounding Carter's brain. He looked up to see Susan standing next to the curtain. He looked back down at the teenage girl he had just finished putting a cast on. "Okay, a nurse will be in here shortly to finish you up then you can go home." "Alright and thanks," the girl replied. "Sure," Carter replied sounding tired. He followed Susan into the lounge. "How is she holding up?" She repeated. "She's ok considering. She said she would be all right if I left her home for a while when I went to work. I hope she is." "Carter, Abby will be fine. She is not a two year old." Susan said comfortingly. "I know. I'm just so scared that she isn't going to remember anything."
"Carter, she is going to be ok. You need to believe that. She is going to be ok." "I keep trying to tell myself that but I just can't make myself believe that it's true." Carter began to sob uncontrollably and Susan gave him a comforting hug. "She will be ok Carter. She has to," Susan whispered gently to him. "Do you want to go to Doc's and get some coffee?" "Sure," Carter replied sounding unsure of himself. "Come on."
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"Carter discharge the woman in 2," Weaver shouted at Carter as she headed to the ambulance bay. "Ok."
"Hey," Carter looked down at his chart, "Skye. That's a very pretty name. The nurse says you're all finished and you can go home. Here is your prescription. You need to take a pill in the morning and at night on an empty stomach, okay?" "Yup. What's wrong with you? You look sort of depressed." "Thanks." "I was just stating the obvious." "Someone I am really close got in an accident and now she can't remember anything." "Oh, wow. I would probably look depressed if that happened to me. Is she your girlfriend?" "I'm not really sure what she is anymore. She sometimes seems like my girlfriend, but then sometimes we don't talk for weeks and it seems like we never even met. She is the most confusing person I have ever known, but I still think I am the person that knows her the most and the best." "Does she have, like, amnesia or something?" "Yes and I don't really know if she will ever remember me or anything again and I am starting to get worried." "Well, you want to know what I think Dr. ." "Carter and sure" "Using my very, very powerful physic abilities that have helped many.ok they haven't helped anyone but I think she will be just fine. And so will you." "Thank you so much Skye, you just made my day a whole lot better." "Your very welcome Dr. Carter." "You're all set to go." "Thank you. Have a good day. Goodbye." "Have a good day, too, Skye," Carter said as she got up grabbed her backpack.
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"What happened?" Dr. Carter asked the paramedics who were wheeling in a boy who looked to be about 7 or 8 years old on a gurney. A paramedic answered, "He was riding his bike when a drunk came out of nowhere and hit him. Everything is normal except a hairline fracture of the tibia." "Okay did you get his name?" Carter questioned while looking at the little brown-eyed boy. "No, he wouldn't tell us anything," the paramedic said while shrugging. "Okay buddy, what's your name?" Carter bent down to look the boy in the eyes. The little boy didn't answer. He kept looking around frantically. He twisted around to look behind him. "Whoa! You need to sit still or you could hurt your leg more," Carter told him firmly. The boy responded by asking Carter a question somewhat nervously, "Where is she?" "Who?" Carter asked as he wheeled him into an exam room. The little boy just looked up at Carter with sad scared eyes.
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A while later, Carter saw the little boy slowly and carefully wheeling himself through the hall. "Hey! What are you doing out of bed? You were supposed to stay until a nurse said you could get up." "She did," the little boy said, "but I'm not looking for that nurse. I'm looking for a different nurse. She said I could visit her whenever I want to. Where is she?" "Can you tell me her name?" Carter asked the boy gently, "and how about telling me your name, too?" "Her name is Abby. Why can't I find her?" The little boy's voice was rising in frustration. "It's okay. Abby is at home right now. She didn't have to work today," Carter told him reassuringly. "When can I see her?" The little boy looked up at Carter with his innocent eyes. He answered, "Something bad happened to Abby and if she knew you before, she might not remember you." "Why not?" The boy asked with a tremble in his voice. "It's not fair. I want to see her and she said she would be here. IT'S NOT FAIR!" He started to sob hysterically. Carter wrapped the little boy up tightly in his arms. "I know it's not fair. I know more than you might think." Carter whispered quietly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A/N - So who is this little boy? How does he know Abby? I'm sure you can figure it out without too much trouble, especially considering which rerun will be playing on Thursday.