*Nightmares of the Past* - Ch. 1
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Carter's POV
"Hey Carter!"
Gail, one of our new nurses called me from the lounge. 'Great' I think, 'another patient to ruin my break.'
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I got a patient in here: complains of chest pain. It doesn't seem serious, but I want you to take a look at him."
I sigh, knowing that once again, I was about to be sucked into the ER vortex.
"Can't you get someone else? I just started my break."
"You're the only doc who's not busy. Weaver's in a meeting, Lewis has like 10 patients, Pratt and Chen are off, Kovac -"
"Okay, okay, I get it."
I got out of my seat, and walked over to Gail.
"Any history of chest pain?"
"No, but I did look at his chart, and it says he's schizophrenic. And I strongly doubt that he's on his meds. He's acting pretty - well - you might just want to take a look at him."
"Okay, thanks Gail."
'Oh goody, now I have to deal with a crazy person.' Yeah, as you can tell, I was having a really bad day. As I walked up to the patient's door, I grabbed his chart, and looked at it as I walked through the door.
"Hello, Mr. - "
I was still looking down at the chart, searching for his name. Before I could find it, I looked up at the patient. 'Oh my God.' I thought to myself.
"P - Paul Sobriki?"
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Ch. 1 - Pt. 2 *And so it Begins*
Oh God I was scared. No, scared didn't even begin to explain how I felt. I was terrified. How could he be here? He had killed someone. He KILLED her. But yet, here he was. In person. Right in front of me.
"Get away! Stop it!" He had shouted.
Oh, God, he IS off his meds. That means he could be dangerous. I've got to get out of here.
"Paul, what - what are you doing here?"
"Stop it! You can't trick me! I don't know you!"
"Paul, are you taking your medicine?"
"What medicine?! I'm not sick! My chest just hurts a little!"
I was shaking now. No, not shaking, trembling. Oh man, then he started to get up.
"Paul, you need to stay here."
"Stop calling me that! You don't know me!"
He moved across the room over to the door. I wanted to grab him, to stop him, but I was too scared of what he might do. He was at the door, but instead of walking out of it, he locked it and turned around facing me.
"P - Paul?"
Oh God help me. What was he doing?
"Hey, doc, you wanna play a little game?"
And with that, he pulled out a knife.
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Carter's POV
"Hey Carter!"
Gail, one of our new nurses called me from the lounge. 'Great' I think, 'another patient to ruin my break.'
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I got a patient in here: complains of chest pain. It doesn't seem serious, but I want you to take a look at him."
I sigh, knowing that once again, I was about to be sucked into the ER vortex.
"Can't you get someone else? I just started my break."
"You're the only doc who's not busy. Weaver's in a meeting, Lewis has like 10 patients, Pratt and Chen are off, Kovac -"
"Okay, okay, I get it."
I got out of my seat, and walked over to Gail.
"Any history of chest pain?"
"No, but I did look at his chart, and it says he's schizophrenic. And I strongly doubt that he's on his meds. He's acting pretty - well - you might just want to take a look at him."
"Okay, thanks Gail."
'Oh goody, now I have to deal with a crazy person.' Yeah, as you can tell, I was having a really bad day. As I walked up to the patient's door, I grabbed his chart, and looked at it as I walked through the door.
"Hello, Mr. - "
I was still looking down at the chart, searching for his name. Before I could find it, I looked up at the patient. 'Oh my God.' I thought to myself.
"P - Paul Sobriki?"
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Ch. 1 - Pt. 2 *And so it Begins*
Oh God I was scared. No, scared didn't even begin to explain how I felt. I was terrified. How could he be here? He had killed someone. He KILLED her. But yet, here he was. In person. Right in front of me.
"Get away! Stop it!" He had shouted.
Oh, God, he IS off his meds. That means he could be dangerous. I've got to get out of here.
"Paul, what - what are you doing here?"
"Stop it! You can't trick me! I don't know you!"
"Paul, are you taking your medicine?"
"What medicine?! I'm not sick! My chest just hurts a little!"
I was shaking now. No, not shaking, trembling. Oh man, then he started to get up.
"Paul, you need to stay here."
"Stop calling me that! You don't know me!"
He moved across the room over to the door. I wanted to grab him, to stop him, but I was too scared of what he might do. He was at the door, but instead of walking out of it, he locked it and turned around facing me.
"P - Paul?"
Oh God help me. What was he doing?
"Hey, doc, you wanna play a little game?"
And with that, he pulled out a knife.