A/N: Well, there you go, kids. I have fallen into Carby trap and will no
longer be able to write anything but Carby. Oh well, it was fun. Like a
drug. Not that I've tried. Ignore me. Enjoy this. Btw, the reviews you all
gave me for my previous two fanfics were really, really nice. Thanks, you
really didn't need to do all that, yknow you go to hell for lying.
Love LJ xXx
Ps. I'm sorry that I've changed things. Is there some sort of unwritten
rule saying that their first child should be a girl and that they live in
an apartment? Sorry if there is because I haven't really been a Carby
fanfic writer for long. Oh well, sorry if I've spoiled things.
"It's your turn, John," Abby rolled over in the bed sleepily and nudged him. He looked at her blearily, his mouth hanging open. She couldn't help but laugh despite her tiredness. "Attractive," she commented and buried her face in the pillow. He was a bit disorientated for a while, blankly wondering why his wife had woken him up in the early hours of the morning. Then he became aware of the wailing of his baby son in the next room and he sighed. "No, it's not," he argued. "It's yours." Abby turned to him. "Don't argue with me, Carter," she told him with a smile on her face. "You know you'll lose." "Really?" He asked and got out of bed. "Yeah, see? You already gave in," she grinned. She sank under the sheets and tried to get some sleep. "Who's given in now?" Carter challenged her. He grabbed her and lifted her out of the bed. If he had to get up, she would have to, too. He slung her over his shoulder, pretending to be oblivious to her playful kicks and shouts, and made his way to his son, Adam's room with a smile on his face. Adam was just two weeks old, but seemed to have the lungs of someone much bigger; he wailed halfway through most nights. Contrary to the playful arguments they had each night over who would comfort their baby, the Carters didn't mind. It was after four months of sleepless nights that they did start to mind. The novelty of arguing over who would change/feed/tend to Adam, as though they were a typical couple, wore off and Carter was finding it difficult to cope. Thank God for caffeine.
* * *
Carter gave a long yawn and took the chart out of Susan's hand. "What?" he asked, seeing her amused expression. "Nothing," she shook her head with a smile. "Is Adam not giving you a break?" "Nope," Carter answered. "If Abby had listened to me and named him John Truman, I'm sure he'd sleep all the time." "Just like you do, you mean?" Susan replied, with a grin. Carter laughed slightly. "Yeah, I wish."
* * *
After six months, it became almost unbearable. Carter was ridiculously exhausted by now and even though he tried to not let it affect his performance at work, the sleep-deprivation was that had circled him like a vulture finally swooped when he was too tired to continue with compressions. The patient would've died if Jing-Mei Chen hadn't spotted this and got Luka to take over, allowing him to sneak away and crash on the sofa in the doctor's lounge. He frowned to himself as he lay, eyes closed on the comfortable couch. He felt so useless. "Do you want me to cover for you?" Carter recognised the voice but refused to open his eyes. This voice irritated him; it made his blood surge with competitiveness. He clenched his fists. "Carter?" Carter opened his eyes and unclenched his fists. This wasn't like him; this was the tiredness making him annoyed. He sighed. "No, its ok, Luka," Carter looked at the concerned face of Luka Kovac. "How's the patient?" "He's fine," Luka answered. "Are you sure you don't want to go home, you look really tired." Carter scowled. "Thanks," he snapped, sarcastically. Luka shrugged. "Ok, sorry, just trying to help you," Luka backed off and left the doctor's lounge. He felt annoyed again. So Luka thought he wasn't good enough, did he? Was he trying to faze him out, take over his job? What would he do next, steal Abby from him? This was a paranoid thought that had circled his brain forever. Usually rationality quickly pushed this thought to the back of his head again, but rationality, like most of his other senses, was asleep. What did it matter that Abby chose him? What did it matter that they were happily married with a baby? Luka wasn't fully out of the picture, he still posed a threat. Carter felt crazed with anger. He needed to prove to Luka, to everyone, that he was still good. He was still a good doctor, he was still better than Luka. He had to show him, he had to shake off his tiredness, more than anything else. And he needed to do anything to make sure he worked well.
* * *
Carter ran his finger down the bottles on the shelf. So many long names, so much choice. He felt like a kid in a candy store and he smiled manically. Eventually he chose a bottle and pocketed it. He took it out when he was safely locked in a cubicle in the Men's Room and surveyed his choice. He automatically turned the bottle over and read it. Dosage: take one p- Wait a minute, what did he care? He had no time for reading; he had to get back at Luka. He unscrewed the bottle and quickly swallowed four powdery white pills. He smiled to himself and put the bottle back in his pocket. Now let's see who's the better doctor.
"It's your turn, John," Abby rolled over in the bed sleepily and nudged him. He looked at her blearily, his mouth hanging open. She couldn't help but laugh despite her tiredness. "Attractive," she commented and buried her face in the pillow. He was a bit disorientated for a while, blankly wondering why his wife had woken him up in the early hours of the morning. Then he became aware of the wailing of his baby son in the next room and he sighed. "No, it's not," he argued. "It's yours." Abby turned to him. "Don't argue with me, Carter," she told him with a smile on her face. "You know you'll lose." "Really?" He asked and got out of bed. "Yeah, see? You already gave in," she grinned. She sank under the sheets and tried to get some sleep. "Who's given in now?" Carter challenged her. He grabbed her and lifted her out of the bed. If he had to get up, she would have to, too. He slung her over his shoulder, pretending to be oblivious to her playful kicks and shouts, and made his way to his son, Adam's room with a smile on his face. Adam was just two weeks old, but seemed to have the lungs of someone much bigger; he wailed halfway through most nights. Contrary to the playful arguments they had each night over who would comfort their baby, the Carters didn't mind. It was after four months of sleepless nights that they did start to mind. The novelty of arguing over who would change/feed/tend to Adam, as though they were a typical couple, wore off and Carter was finding it difficult to cope. Thank God for caffeine.
* * *
Carter gave a long yawn and took the chart out of Susan's hand. "What?" he asked, seeing her amused expression. "Nothing," she shook her head with a smile. "Is Adam not giving you a break?" "Nope," Carter answered. "If Abby had listened to me and named him John Truman, I'm sure he'd sleep all the time." "Just like you do, you mean?" Susan replied, with a grin. Carter laughed slightly. "Yeah, I wish."
* * *
After six months, it became almost unbearable. Carter was ridiculously exhausted by now and even though he tried to not let it affect his performance at work, the sleep-deprivation was that had circled him like a vulture finally swooped when he was too tired to continue with compressions. The patient would've died if Jing-Mei Chen hadn't spotted this and got Luka to take over, allowing him to sneak away and crash on the sofa in the doctor's lounge. He frowned to himself as he lay, eyes closed on the comfortable couch. He felt so useless. "Do you want me to cover for you?" Carter recognised the voice but refused to open his eyes. This voice irritated him; it made his blood surge with competitiveness. He clenched his fists. "Carter?" Carter opened his eyes and unclenched his fists. This wasn't like him; this was the tiredness making him annoyed. He sighed. "No, its ok, Luka," Carter looked at the concerned face of Luka Kovac. "How's the patient?" "He's fine," Luka answered. "Are you sure you don't want to go home, you look really tired." Carter scowled. "Thanks," he snapped, sarcastically. Luka shrugged. "Ok, sorry, just trying to help you," Luka backed off and left the doctor's lounge. He felt annoyed again. So Luka thought he wasn't good enough, did he? Was he trying to faze him out, take over his job? What would he do next, steal Abby from him? This was a paranoid thought that had circled his brain forever. Usually rationality quickly pushed this thought to the back of his head again, but rationality, like most of his other senses, was asleep. What did it matter that Abby chose him? What did it matter that they were happily married with a baby? Luka wasn't fully out of the picture, he still posed a threat. Carter felt crazed with anger. He needed to prove to Luka, to everyone, that he was still good. He was still a good doctor, he was still better than Luka. He had to show him, he had to shake off his tiredness, more than anything else. And he needed to do anything to make sure he worked well.
* * *
Carter ran his finger down the bottles on the shelf. So many long names, so much choice. He felt like a kid in a candy store and he smiled manically. Eventually he chose a bottle and pocketed it. He took it out when he was safely locked in a cubicle in the Men's Room and surveyed his choice. He automatically turned the bottle over and read it. Dosage: take one p- Wait a minute, what did he care? He had no time for reading; he had to get back at Luka. He unscrewed the bottle and quickly swallowed four powdery white pills. He smiled to himself and put the bottle back in his pocket. Now let's see who's the better doctor.
