Disclaimer: duh!!!!! Ya'know the drill, do I really have to say it..fine I
DON'T own them yada yada yada..
A/n: I'd like to thank Emily (lucy917) although she hasn't posted any of her work yet she is as big a fan as any!
*****February 15*****
4:07a.m.
"God, Carter," Benton whispered barely audible over the machines. Machines keeping him, his student, his friend alive. Concentrating on the slight rise and fall of his chest, not daring to look at his solemn face. He didn't know if he would ever open his eyes again. As a doctor he knew it could happen, he would somehow come out of this. As a friend all he could think of is how he got like this, how such a strong person just the day before could be fighting for his life in the very place he had made his life. He then thought about her. He hadn't let the thought in until now, telling himself that he had to think of Carter. How was he gunna tell him, god he wish he didn't have to.
*****Valentines Day*****
5:34p.m.
"Hey Carter!" Mark screamed down the hall.
"Yup," Carter answered. He just wanted to get out of this hellhole.
"you off?" Mark asked as he slowed down and caught up with Carter.
"yeah, soon just signing my last patients off to Luka!" he told him.
"Well, Lucy was looking for you," mark continued, "she said she was still waiting on the phsyc consult for that sobreiki guy!"
"Really?, still?, when was this?" Carter asked with concern.
"About 45 minutes ago, I think you were on break!" Mark answered running towards admit.
Carter made his way towards the last place he'd seen her, exam 3. On his way he bumped into Jerry who had obviously already started the party. After seeing the bloodied mark on the wall next to the door, he had been brought to some alarm. He opened the door very cautiously peering in at first then letting the door closed behind him. That's when he saw her. He rushed to her side, he couldn't tell where the blood was coming from but he knew it was hers. Barely conscious she whispered his name, and his heart broke. He slowly got up and backed towards the door. Before he could get help someone came up behind him, grabbing him by the neck. He turned him around and slammed his body into the wall, keeping a firm grip on his neck. He saw the glimmer of metal but had no time to react. With the hold on his neck getting tighter he gasped for what little air could make it to his struggling lungs. He felt the sting and the shock but the unbelievable pain came later. His body contracted with the pain and fell to the ground. Trying desperately to breathe was almost as hard with the grip of his attacker around his throat. She needed help though. He staggered to stand and upon his rising was gifted with a second blow to his stomach. This time it was blunt and dulling, a fist he decided. Falling back on his knees, his back faced the man as two more searing pains went through his body.
He felt his presence leave the room as he tried again to gather himself to stand or even crawl towards help, but none were possible. His legs were dead weight; he rested his head back on the floor desperately trying not to succumb to the darkness. Lifting his hand from his obvious wounds, he pressed himself up off of the floor only to collapse again to the floor. Defeat was once again beginning to come over him. His mind finally willed over his body and made him come to a slightly sitting position. He forced his weakening legs to support him for the short trip towards the door. Opening the door was a feat in itself. There was a fine line between opening it and falling through it. His voice was so weak and he hardly knew it as his own.
"HELP!, I NEED SOME HELP..IN.HERE!" he tried his best to make his voice audible but it was so draining. As he was about to collapse a familiar voice brought him back.
"Oh my god! JOHN!" Deb caught him just as he fell. She quickly lowered him to the floor and checked his pulse. She was shocked to see him still conscious, barely but he was.
"Lu.lu." he stuttered through the pain.
"Shhh, gunna be ok" she tried to reassure him. "I NEED HELP NOW!" she yelled being more audible then he was and making her self heard through the closed door. Luka, Kerry, mark and Carol came running at the distress heard in her voice.
"oh my god, what the hell.." Mark whispered to no one in particular.
"Lu..Luc..Lucy.." carter was finally able to get out through his short breaths. As he shifted his gaze to her prone form just feet away. Kerry and Luka rushed toward her as well, leaving Mark, Carol and Deb to tend to Carter. He brought his gaze back toward his colleagues with an empty blank stare.
"John, c'mon John, look at me" the voice was again familiar but he was not there, he could no longer fight to stay awake and let the darkness fall over him.
A/n: I'd like to thank Emily (lucy917) although she hasn't posted any of her work yet she is as big a fan as any!
*****February 15*****
4:07a.m.
"God, Carter," Benton whispered barely audible over the machines. Machines keeping him, his student, his friend alive. Concentrating on the slight rise and fall of his chest, not daring to look at his solemn face. He didn't know if he would ever open his eyes again. As a doctor he knew it could happen, he would somehow come out of this. As a friend all he could think of is how he got like this, how such a strong person just the day before could be fighting for his life in the very place he had made his life. He then thought about her. He hadn't let the thought in until now, telling himself that he had to think of Carter. How was he gunna tell him, god he wish he didn't have to.
*****Valentines Day*****
5:34p.m.
"Hey Carter!" Mark screamed down the hall.
"Yup," Carter answered. He just wanted to get out of this hellhole.
"you off?" Mark asked as he slowed down and caught up with Carter.
"yeah, soon just signing my last patients off to Luka!" he told him.
"Well, Lucy was looking for you," mark continued, "she said she was still waiting on the phsyc consult for that sobreiki guy!"
"Really?, still?, when was this?" Carter asked with concern.
"About 45 minutes ago, I think you were on break!" Mark answered running towards admit.
Carter made his way towards the last place he'd seen her, exam 3. On his way he bumped into Jerry who had obviously already started the party. After seeing the bloodied mark on the wall next to the door, he had been brought to some alarm. He opened the door very cautiously peering in at first then letting the door closed behind him. That's when he saw her. He rushed to her side, he couldn't tell where the blood was coming from but he knew it was hers. Barely conscious she whispered his name, and his heart broke. He slowly got up and backed towards the door. Before he could get help someone came up behind him, grabbing him by the neck. He turned him around and slammed his body into the wall, keeping a firm grip on his neck. He saw the glimmer of metal but had no time to react. With the hold on his neck getting tighter he gasped for what little air could make it to his struggling lungs. He felt the sting and the shock but the unbelievable pain came later. His body contracted with the pain and fell to the ground. Trying desperately to breathe was almost as hard with the grip of his attacker around his throat. She needed help though. He staggered to stand and upon his rising was gifted with a second blow to his stomach. This time it was blunt and dulling, a fist he decided. Falling back on his knees, his back faced the man as two more searing pains went through his body.
He felt his presence leave the room as he tried again to gather himself to stand or even crawl towards help, but none were possible. His legs were dead weight; he rested his head back on the floor desperately trying not to succumb to the darkness. Lifting his hand from his obvious wounds, he pressed himself up off of the floor only to collapse again to the floor. Defeat was once again beginning to come over him. His mind finally willed over his body and made him come to a slightly sitting position. He forced his weakening legs to support him for the short trip towards the door. Opening the door was a feat in itself. There was a fine line between opening it and falling through it. His voice was so weak and he hardly knew it as his own.
"HELP!, I NEED SOME HELP..IN.HERE!" he tried his best to make his voice audible but it was so draining. As he was about to collapse a familiar voice brought him back.
"Oh my god! JOHN!" Deb caught him just as he fell. She quickly lowered him to the floor and checked his pulse. She was shocked to see him still conscious, barely but he was.
"Lu.lu." he stuttered through the pain.
"Shhh, gunna be ok" she tried to reassure him. "I NEED HELP NOW!" she yelled being more audible then he was and making her self heard through the closed door. Luka, Kerry, mark and Carol came running at the distress heard in her voice.
"oh my god, what the hell.." Mark whispered to no one in particular.
"Lu..Luc..Lucy.." carter was finally able to get out through his short breaths. As he shifted his gaze to her prone form just feet away. Kerry and Luka rushed toward her as well, leaving Mark, Carol and Deb to tend to Carter. He brought his gaze back toward his colleagues with an empty blank stare.
"John, c'mon John, look at me" the voice was again familiar but he was not there, he could no longer fight to stay awake and let the darkness fall over him.