This is Tsuki, sorry that it's taken me so long to post more, but ya
know, school and work have been taking up a lot of my time.
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Thanks to everyone who has sent me reviews, I love all of you, and your mail. ( If you have any suggestions, I'd be happy to accept them. Denying Ownership (unfortunately): blah, blah, blah, these characters don't belong to me. *Sniffle * if only they did, * grins evilly*(You get the picture right?) The characters that I have created belong to me!! They're mine I tell you all mine!!!! * muhahahahaha* *ahem * sorry, right, anyway, they belong to me, I made them up from my own imagination, if ya wanna use them ask, but I doubt that anyone would. Thanks to pangel537, for all your support, thanks sis!! Thanks to Gator- Girl, for your review in particular. And thanks to anyone else who sent me reviews and advice, it was appreciated immensely. Reviews: Keep the love coming people !!!!!!!!!!!!! If ya wanna post this somewhere ask first!!!!! I'd love for any suggestions on places to put this creation of mine. Summary: Carter and several other patients have been infected with a mysterious illness. Can the staff of County save them, or will more people fall victim to a crazed madman? Enough with my chattering, *ahem * by popular demand, here is the next part.
Locked doors, and open windows.
Mark walked down the hall, looking for the supply closet, intending to 'borrow' some supplies from the medicine ward, to take down to the ER. He pulled open the door, startling a man inside the small space.
Mason whirled around, the syringe still in his hands.
"What are you doing with that?" Mark asked suspiciously, but
Mason just shoved past the balding doctor and slammed the door shut, he remembered at the last minute to lock the closet; then ran down the hall, leaving Mark, to helplessly pound on the door.
Mason strolled down the hall, trying not to attract attention to himself, he had to work quick, now that, that idiot doctor had caught him in the supply closet preparing the syringe. First though he had to make a quick stop at his locker to retrieve the solution, on how to dispose of Dr. Carter's vigilant mentor.
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Peter dozed in his chair unaware of any possible danger, there was a guard posted outside of the door, giving him a sense of safety, so he never noticed a set of brown eyes flutter open.
Carter turned his head slightly to look at the sleeping surgeon, he was confused, unsure of what had happened to make him deserve a bed in the hospital, and, he noticed, a respirator. All he could remember were the nightmares, and. a vague recollection of voices, sometimes talking to him, and sometimes talking to each other.
His head was still pounding, he felt nauseous, and dizzy, and it seemed to be very hot in the room, but he couldn't summon enough energy to move the blankets.
He could hear noise outside the room, so he squinted at the clock, his eyes couldn't seem to focus; it was 3:45 am. The door opened, and a nurse came in, a young man, Carter noticed. He had a very bad feeling about this man as he came closer and closer, as quietly as possible.
"So, you're awake, Dr. Carter, how nice of you to finally join us, your just in time to witness the death of your friend here, then it'll be your turn." Mason whispered, in his sinister voice.
Carter watched wide eyed and frightened as Mason drew nearer, the ill doctor didn't have the strength to try and stop Mason. He managed to move his hand, his vision still blurry, and grab Peter's fingers, the burly surgeon woke from his light doze, and saw the fear in Carter's eyes, he felt, someone moving up behind him, and he surged into action, Peter jumped up from his chair, startling Mason, he tried grabbing the gun, and they both fought for control.
Carter watched, helplessly, he made a weak grab for the call button, but missed. He stretched his aching muscles, desperately, trying to reach the button; then finally he did, he managed to press the button, exhausted, the doctor's head fell back onto the pillow.
Dr. Moritz was walking down the hall, on his way to check up on Dr.'s Carter and Benton, when he noticed that the guard posted outside the door was gone, and the door was lightly open, he yelled for security, then charged into the room, catching Mason and Peter off guard, Dr. Moritz, saw the gun in Mason's hand, and made a quick decision, he utilized some of his old football skills, and tackled the crazed nurse to the ground.
Security chose that moment to show up,
'Late as usual' Dr. Moritz thought to himself as he stood up, and security restrained Mason.
Peter on the other hand, was already by Dr. Carter's bedside, trying to wake him up. Dr. Moritz walked over and checked on Carter himself.
"He's out of it." The tall lanky doctor said at last. "This fever is really taking the fight out of him. Peter nodded. "Now." Dr. Moritz said turning to Mason, "What the hell were you doing?"
"He interfered." Was all Mason said in answer.
"What?!?" Dr. Moritz said unbelievingly.
"He wasn't supposed to get sick, he interfered in my experiment."
"So you tried to kill him?" Dr. Moritz asked.
Mason nodded a malicious gleam in his eyes.
"What about the others?"
"They were part of my experiment; I infected them with a virus that I stole from a lab." Mason said, with no remorse in his eyes.
"What is it?" DR. Moritz demanded, but Mason only looked at him and smiled.
"I'll never tell you, now they'll all die."
The police showed up and hauled Mason away, leaving many questions unanswered.
Peter sat back in his chair, and held onto Carter's limp hands.
Mark had given up on pounding the door, it wasn't doing any good; so he glanced over the shelves, curious as to what the nurse had been doing.
Finally he found out, there was a small unlabeled jar, hidden in the back of the top shelf. He studied the clear liquid for a moment; then pocketed it, to let someone check it out, when he got out of this closet. Mark paused for a moment, he heard footsteps coming down the hall he sprinted the short distance to the door and began pounding on it in hopes that someone would hear him, and someone did, a nurse opened the door.
"Dr. Greene?" she questioned.
Mark nodded and pushed past her. "Thanks." He called as he ran down the hall, looking for the man who had locked him in the small room, and he found him being led away by the police, with Dr. Moritz following.
"Dr. Moritz!" Mark called as he caught up to the group.
"Yes; Dr. Greene?"
Mark took a look at the man that was being led away by police.
"That's the guy who locked me in the closet, and I think he had a syringe, full of this stuff." Mark said, and held up the bottle that he had found in the closet.
"What is it?" Dr. Moritz asked.
Mark shrugged, "I don't know; why don't you ask him?"
"He's not talking to me." Dr. Moritz growled. "Maybe the police can get something out of him."
Mark nodded, and the two lanky doctors watched as the police hauled Mason away for questioning, then walked down the hall, one to his vigil, and the other to his rounds.
Mark entered the ICU room, the sound of the heart monitor was oddly comforting to him. He saw Peter sitting by Carter's bedside, stroking his short damp hair. He paused, unsure if he should intrude on this tender moment.
"It'll be ok Carter; I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." He heard Peter whisper softly.
Just as Mark made a move to go in, Dr. Moritz came careening down the hall, nearly knocking Mark over.
"Sorry Dr. Greene!" he said hurriedly.
Peter looked up from his seat by Carter's bedside.
"We know what it is now." He said to the gruff surgeon.
Hope bloomed in Peter's eyes. "What?"
"Crimean Congo Fever, the CDC, I.D.'d it, I just got a report. They're flying the antibiotics in now. It'll only be a few hours. He only has to hold on for a little bit longer." Dr. Moritz said excitedly.
Mark grinned, in spite of the conditions, and moved into the room to stand near Peter. "I'm gonna go relay the news to the rest of the ER staff."
Peter nodded absently, his eyes still focused on the young man who was lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to countless tubes and wires. Mark sighed, and left, he walked down the hall, and took the elevator downstairs, the door opened, and Mark looked up at the expectant faces of the staff.
"They figured out what it is, and who's responsible," was all he said, in response to their gazes.
A collective sigh of relief went up, but Mark continued, "He's not out of the woods yet though, they're flying in the antibiotics now; they should be here in a few hours."
Author's note: Okay, I know that it's short, I'm working on it!!!! Really I am. Once again thanks for the reviews, it's all that keeps me writing this story. What can I say, I have a short attention span when it comes to writing fiction, but I try. Keep the love, (reviews) coming my adoring fans!! * grins sheepishly * then runs as "fans" run at her with pitchforks and torches.
Thanks to everyone who has sent me reviews, I love all of you, and your mail. ( If you have any suggestions, I'd be happy to accept them. Denying Ownership (unfortunately): blah, blah, blah, these characters don't belong to me. *Sniffle * if only they did, * grins evilly*(You get the picture right?) The characters that I have created belong to me!! They're mine I tell you all mine!!!! * muhahahahaha* *ahem * sorry, right, anyway, they belong to me, I made them up from my own imagination, if ya wanna use them ask, but I doubt that anyone would. Thanks to pangel537, for all your support, thanks sis!! Thanks to Gator- Girl, for your review in particular. And thanks to anyone else who sent me reviews and advice, it was appreciated immensely. Reviews: Keep the love coming people !!!!!!!!!!!!! If ya wanna post this somewhere ask first!!!!! I'd love for any suggestions on places to put this creation of mine. Summary: Carter and several other patients have been infected with a mysterious illness. Can the staff of County save them, or will more people fall victim to a crazed madman? Enough with my chattering, *ahem * by popular demand, here is the next part.
Locked doors, and open windows.
Mark walked down the hall, looking for the supply closet, intending to 'borrow' some supplies from the medicine ward, to take down to the ER. He pulled open the door, startling a man inside the small space.
Mason whirled around, the syringe still in his hands.
"What are you doing with that?" Mark asked suspiciously, but
Mason just shoved past the balding doctor and slammed the door shut, he remembered at the last minute to lock the closet; then ran down the hall, leaving Mark, to helplessly pound on the door.
Mason strolled down the hall, trying not to attract attention to himself, he had to work quick, now that, that idiot doctor had caught him in the supply closet preparing the syringe. First though he had to make a quick stop at his locker to retrieve the solution, on how to dispose of Dr. Carter's vigilant mentor.
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Peter dozed in his chair unaware of any possible danger, there was a guard posted outside of the door, giving him a sense of safety, so he never noticed a set of brown eyes flutter open.
Carter turned his head slightly to look at the sleeping surgeon, he was confused, unsure of what had happened to make him deserve a bed in the hospital, and, he noticed, a respirator. All he could remember were the nightmares, and. a vague recollection of voices, sometimes talking to him, and sometimes talking to each other.
His head was still pounding, he felt nauseous, and dizzy, and it seemed to be very hot in the room, but he couldn't summon enough energy to move the blankets.
He could hear noise outside the room, so he squinted at the clock, his eyes couldn't seem to focus; it was 3:45 am. The door opened, and a nurse came in, a young man, Carter noticed. He had a very bad feeling about this man as he came closer and closer, as quietly as possible.
"So, you're awake, Dr. Carter, how nice of you to finally join us, your just in time to witness the death of your friend here, then it'll be your turn." Mason whispered, in his sinister voice.
Carter watched wide eyed and frightened as Mason drew nearer, the ill doctor didn't have the strength to try and stop Mason. He managed to move his hand, his vision still blurry, and grab Peter's fingers, the burly surgeon woke from his light doze, and saw the fear in Carter's eyes, he felt, someone moving up behind him, and he surged into action, Peter jumped up from his chair, startling Mason, he tried grabbing the gun, and they both fought for control.
Carter watched, helplessly, he made a weak grab for the call button, but missed. He stretched his aching muscles, desperately, trying to reach the button; then finally he did, he managed to press the button, exhausted, the doctor's head fell back onto the pillow.
Dr. Moritz was walking down the hall, on his way to check up on Dr.'s Carter and Benton, when he noticed that the guard posted outside the door was gone, and the door was lightly open, he yelled for security, then charged into the room, catching Mason and Peter off guard, Dr. Moritz, saw the gun in Mason's hand, and made a quick decision, he utilized some of his old football skills, and tackled the crazed nurse to the ground.
Security chose that moment to show up,
'Late as usual' Dr. Moritz thought to himself as he stood up, and security restrained Mason.
Peter on the other hand, was already by Dr. Carter's bedside, trying to wake him up. Dr. Moritz walked over and checked on Carter himself.
"He's out of it." The tall lanky doctor said at last. "This fever is really taking the fight out of him. Peter nodded. "Now." Dr. Moritz said turning to Mason, "What the hell were you doing?"
"He interfered." Was all Mason said in answer.
"What?!?" Dr. Moritz said unbelievingly.
"He wasn't supposed to get sick, he interfered in my experiment."
"So you tried to kill him?" Dr. Moritz asked.
Mason nodded a malicious gleam in his eyes.
"What about the others?"
"They were part of my experiment; I infected them with a virus that I stole from a lab." Mason said, with no remorse in his eyes.
"What is it?" DR. Moritz demanded, but Mason only looked at him and smiled.
"I'll never tell you, now they'll all die."
The police showed up and hauled Mason away, leaving many questions unanswered.
Peter sat back in his chair, and held onto Carter's limp hands.
Mark had given up on pounding the door, it wasn't doing any good; so he glanced over the shelves, curious as to what the nurse had been doing.
Finally he found out, there was a small unlabeled jar, hidden in the back of the top shelf. He studied the clear liquid for a moment; then pocketed it, to let someone check it out, when he got out of this closet. Mark paused for a moment, he heard footsteps coming down the hall he sprinted the short distance to the door and began pounding on it in hopes that someone would hear him, and someone did, a nurse opened the door.
"Dr. Greene?" she questioned.
Mark nodded and pushed past her. "Thanks." He called as he ran down the hall, looking for the man who had locked him in the small room, and he found him being led away by the police, with Dr. Moritz following.
"Dr. Moritz!" Mark called as he caught up to the group.
"Yes; Dr. Greene?"
Mark took a look at the man that was being led away by police.
"That's the guy who locked me in the closet, and I think he had a syringe, full of this stuff." Mark said, and held up the bottle that he had found in the closet.
"What is it?" Dr. Moritz asked.
Mark shrugged, "I don't know; why don't you ask him?"
"He's not talking to me." Dr. Moritz growled. "Maybe the police can get something out of him."
Mark nodded, and the two lanky doctors watched as the police hauled Mason away for questioning, then walked down the hall, one to his vigil, and the other to his rounds.
Mark entered the ICU room, the sound of the heart monitor was oddly comforting to him. He saw Peter sitting by Carter's bedside, stroking his short damp hair. He paused, unsure if he should intrude on this tender moment.
"It'll be ok Carter; I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." He heard Peter whisper softly.
Just as Mark made a move to go in, Dr. Moritz came careening down the hall, nearly knocking Mark over.
"Sorry Dr. Greene!" he said hurriedly.
Peter looked up from his seat by Carter's bedside.
"We know what it is now." He said to the gruff surgeon.
Hope bloomed in Peter's eyes. "What?"
"Crimean Congo Fever, the CDC, I.D.'d it, I just got a report. They're flying the antibiotics in now. It'll only be a few hours. He only has to hold on for a little bit longer." Dr. Moritz said excitedly.
Mark grinned, in spite of the conditions, and moved into the room to stand near Peter. "I'm gonna go relay the news to the rest of the ER staff."
Peter nodded absently, his eyes still focused on the young man who was lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to countless tubes and wires. Mark sighed, and left, he walked down the hall, and took the elevator downstairs, the door opened, and Mark looked up at the expectant faces of the staff.
"They figured out what it is, and who's responsible," was all he said, in response to their gazes.
A collective sigh of relief went up, but Mark continued, "He's not out of the woods yet though, they're flying in the antibiotics now; they should be here in a few hours."
Author's note: Okay, I know that it's short, I'm working on it!!!! Really I am. Once again thanks for the reviews, it's all that keeps me writing this story. What can I say, I have a short attention span when it comes to writing fiction, but I try. Keep the love, (reviews) coming my adoring fans!! * grins sheepishly * then runs as "fans" run at her with pitchforks and torches.
