Author's note: Thanks for the reviews guys, but then I'm not sure what
to do with the story. It's HARD to write a story! And school is a terror; I
hafta practice for like, 2 hours per day! So I need all the support I can
get. Bring in the reviews!
Clarification: Um. yes, Carter and Abby are newlyweds. Just so that there won't b any confusions.
Disclaimer: Do I have to stress on this point again? Okay, none of the characters are mine.
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3. A gift from heaven.
Susan's POV
I wonder how Carter's doing. He's still outside, talking to the paramedic. I knew exactly what he would hear from him. Nothing good. Nothing he'd want to hear.
I threw my blood- covered gown and gloves into the dispenser. I had never seen Carter this freaked out. Of course, I had never seen one of my friends lying on a hospital bed, bleeding her life out either. I had never felt this helpless in my whole life, it seemed as if I could do nothing but to watch my friend's life slip away.
Abby. She was the only one that was meant for Carter all along. I tried everything to save her, for I knew if she died, Carter would die along with her. There were times when we thought we had lost her, but then, miraculously, her heart started beating again. We stabilized her, but her condition is critical.
I went to look for Carter in the ambulance bay. He was standing alone, watching the traffic.
"Carter." I called out to him softly, trying to break the news to him gently.
Carter turned around and looked at me, studying my face, searching for clues, trying to read my mind. "How is she?" he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with pain.
I paused, not wanting to tell him. I thought about lying to him, to tell him that everything is fine, but I knew he would find out sooner or later. "She. Carter, you'd better go and see her yourself, stay with her, she needs you." I sidestepped the question.
"Enough of that crap, Susan. Tell me, how is she?"
I gulped, not knowing what to say. It is always hard to tell a person that their beloved is not doing well, and now, I had to tell Carter. As gently as I could, I told him. "She's not doing well. I don't think she's going to get through today." There, I said it.
Carter tore his gaze away from me, not saying anything, just staring into the distance.
"Carter?"
"Why? Why today? Why didn't you help her Susan? It's your friend Susan, your friend!" he screamed, focusing all his anger on me. I remained silent, not wanting to say anything more. I'm used to all these yelling. I hear that ten times a day. I knew if I really thought about what Carter is saying, all I would feel would be guiltiness.
"She may live Carter, There's still a chance." I had to say something, had to reassure him.
"Dammit Susan. I know how big a chance she has. I'm a doctor myself. I give these speeches myself."
"Carter, I." I began.
"I want to see her." He said suddenly.
"Well. sure." I didn't know what else to say.
"Take me to her."
"You sure you want to do this?"
"I don't care. Take me to her. This may be the last chance I ever see her alive again. I want to talk to her."
"She's in a coma."
"Miracles happen."
I started to lead him to Abby's room. Suddenly, as I was walking through the corridors, a question struck me.
"Do you ever think of Abby as a gift from Lucy?" I didn't know why that question came to me; it just popped into my head.
"What?"
"Never mind." I turned a corner, facing the corridor that led to Abby's room. I glanced at Carter, watching him, staring into his eyes. I read in a magazine once that the eye of a person reveals all of his or her emotions. Right now, Carter's eyes were filled with pain and grief, looking similar to the way Mark looked at me when I left for Phoenix.
Carter brushed past me, walking towards Abby's room. He stopped in front of the door and placed a hand on the handle hesitantly. Then, he turned it and pushed it open. I turned too, getting ready to leave. A cool voice called out to me.
"Susan, I think so too."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Abby is a very precious gift from heaven." With that, he went into the room, leaving me alone, staring at the door swinging shut.
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Phew. There, another chapter! I'm updating this story so frequently (er. once a day) that my efficiency amazes me! I'm sorry for the short chapter. I want to write more but I don't have time. My life is all about practices, papers, and tests. They want us to read 'Taming of the Shrew' and 'A pound of flesh' or something like that. Seriously, why don't they just kill us! Oh well, plz tell me if this story is good or not and if I should continue or not! I'm not getting enough reviews. =(haha. Anyway, thx for all those who reviewed.
CarbyZonefan ( Well, thankyou! Your ideas helped so much! Urm. it's really hard to stay in character. I don't like Abby being so depressed, and Carter being all serious after Mark died. I totally agree with you. Thanks again.
CARBYfan( Haha, your review had me laughing. Yeah, I still don't know if I should kill Abby off, I'm thinking about it. Thanks for reviewing.
Alyssa( Thanks for reviewing on both chapters! I still haven't decided whether Abby should die or not.
As you can see, I only got 3 reviews, which is way less than 10. *sigh * Oh well, I shouldn't blame it on anyone but me. (Am I sounding bitter and all abby-like now?) hehe. Sorry. Lol.
Clarification: Um. yes, Carter and Abby are newlyweds. Just so that there won't b any confusions.
Disclaimer: Do I have to stress on this point again? Okay, none of the characters are mine.
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3. A gift from heaven.
Susan's POV
I wonder how Carter's doing. He's still outside, talking to the paramedic. I knew exactly what he would hear from him. Nothing good. Nothing he'd want to hear.
I threw my blood- covered gown and gloves into the dispenser. I had never seen Carter this freaked out. Of course, I had never seen one of my friends lying on a hospital bed, bleeding her life out either. I had never felt this helpless in my whole life, it seemed as if I could do nothing but to watch my friend's life slip away.
Abby. She was the only one that was meant for Carter all along. I tried everything to save her, for I knew if she died, Carter would die along with her. There were times when we thought we had lost her, but then, miraculously, her heart started beating again. We stabilized her, but her condition is critical.
I went to look for Carter in the ambulance bay. He was standing alone, watching the traffic.
"Carter." I called out to him softly, trying to break the news to him gently.
Carter turned around and looked at me, studying my face, searching for clues, trying to read my mind. "How is she?" he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with pain.
I paused, not wanting to tell him. I thought about lying to him, to tell him that everything is fine, but I knew he would find out sooner or later. "She. Carter, you'd better go and see her yourself, stay with her, she needs you." I sidestepped the question.
"Enough of that crap, Susan. Tell me, how is she?"
I gulped, not knowing what to say. It is always hard to tell a person that their beloved is not doing well, and now, I had to tell Carter. As gently as I could, I told him. "She's not doing well. I don't think she's going to get through today." There, I said it.
Carter tore his gaze away from me, not saying anything, just staring into the distance.
"Carter?"
"Why? Why today? Why didn't you help her Susan? It's your friend Susan, your friend!" he screamed, focusing all his anger on me. I remained silent, not wanting to say anything more. I'm used to all these yelling. I hear that ten times a day. I knew if I really thought about what Carter is saying, all I would feel would be guiltiness.
"She may live Carter, There's still a chance." I had to say something, had to reassure him.
"Dammit Susan. I know how big a chance she has. I'm a doctor myself. I give these speeches myself."
"Carter, I." I began.
"I want to see her." He said suddenly.
"Well. sure." I didn't know what else to say.
"Take me to her."
"You sure you want to do this?"
"I don't care. Take me to her. This may be the last chance I ever see her alive again. I want to talk to her."
"She's in a coma."
"Miracles happen."
I started to lead him to Abby's room. Suddenly, as I was walking through the corridors, a question struck me.
"Do you ever think of Abby as a gift from Lucy?" I didn't know why that question came to me; it just popped into my head.
"What?"
"Never mind." I turned a corner, facing the corridor that led to Abby's room. I glanced at Carter, watching him, staring into his eyes. I read in a magazine once that the eye of a person reveals all of his or her emotions. Right now, Carter's eyes were filled with pain and grief, looking similar to the way Mark looked at me when I left for Phoenix.
Carter brushed past me, walking towards Abby's room. He stopped in front of the door and placed a hand on the handle hesitantly. Then, he turned it and pushed it open. I turned too, getting ready to leave. A cool voice called out to me.
"Susan, I think so too."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Abby is a very precious gift from heaven." With that, he went into the room, leaving me alone, staring at the door swinging shut.
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Phew. There, another chapter! I'm updating this story so frequently (er. once a day) that my efficiency amazes me! I'm sorry for the short chapter. I want to write more but I don't have time. My life is all about practices, papers, and tests. They want us to read 'Taming of the Shrew' and 'A pound of flesh' or something like that. Seriously, why don't they just kill us! Oh well, plz tell me if this story is good or not and if I should continue or not! I'm not getting enough reviews. =(haha. Anyway, thx for all those who reviewed.
CarbyZonefan ( Well, thankyou! Your ideas helped so much! Urm. it's really hard to stay in character. I don't like Abby being so depressed, and Carter being all serious after Mark died. I totally agree with you. Thanks again.
CARBYfan( Haha, your review had me laughing. Yeah, I still don't know if I should kill Abby off, I'm thinking about it. Thanks for reviewing.
Alyssa( Thanks for reviewing on both chapters! I still haven't decided whether Abby should die or not.
As you can see, I only got 3 reviews, which is way less than 10. *sigh * Oh well, I shouldn't blame it on anyone but me. (Am I sounding bitter and all abby-like now?) hehe. Sorry. Lol.