Thanks for the reviews. Hehe didn't think people would actually read this. Okay guys, after this part, I have one more, and that's all I have written. I neeeeeeed ideas if I'm going to continue. This story has been in the works, well for 5 years, and I have nothing new written. *begs for ideas* Okay, read on. lol

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Mark looked through the open door of Doug's room to find an empty bed. Doug had left.

"Shit," he muttered, always knowing him to be stubborn but he would have though he would have a better head on his shoulders to at least stay. Mark went back downstairs to the main floor. He would try calling his place.

Doug finally arrived at his apartment, and threw his keys on the kitchen table. He didn't even want to turn on any lights. His eyes half closed and his head pounding, Doug entered his bedroom and collapsed on his unmade double bed. Not even a minute later, his phone rang right beside his ear. He covered his head with a pillow already knowing it was Mark. The phone rang two more times, then the machine clicked on.

"Hey, this is DOCTOR Doug Ross. I'm not in right now, so leave a message.. or something."

He had made the recording right after finishing up his medicine degree which a long time again.

"Doug? Pick up. I know you're there.. Come on pick up." He was right; it was Mark. "You're very sick, and you need help. Come on Doug, you're smarter than this. You know you shouldn't have left.." Pause. "I'll come by after my shift." And the machine clicked off.

Doug tried to relax all of the muscles in his body and to just try and get some sleep, but a farmilar voice alerted him awake.

"Why did you kill me?"

Doug turned his head sharply to the left and squinted his eyes. That was Nadine's voice. A figure was standing just beyond the open doorwar to his bedroom. It *was* Nadine.

"Wha?" Was he seeing things? Hadn't she died? She spoke again.

"Why did you kill me Doug." Her voice was cold, and her stare was hard.

Doug sat up this time and looked at her. It was dark, and he could not see her face very clearly.

"I..I didn't kill you." He sat up this time. She didn't move.

"Yes you did and you know it," she responded angrily. Doug reached over and flipped on his lamp. Light flooded the room. She was gone.

He was confused. Sweat dripped down his forehead, yet the rest of his body was shivering. Not thinking any ,ore of it more than a stupid hullcination, he fell asleep.

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"Hey Jerry, page me if Mrs. Clarke wakes up from her coma," Mark waved his hand to the large desk clerk. Jerry nodded, and said he goodbyes to Dr. Greene. Mark put his dufflebag on his shoulder and walked out of the hospital. It was around 10:30pm and his shift was over, though it was a little early for him to getting off. His shift usually ended well after midnight some days. He had called Doug's but had gotten the machine again.

Mark had to admit that he was worried about his friend. He shouldn't have acted so 'accusing' earlier. That's probably what made Doug leave in the first place. He had left a message on his answering machine saying how he would stop by. And hell, he had nobody to go home to, so he might as well stop in to check on him. Maybe reason with him a little bit.

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