Chapter 3- Her.
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'What the hell?' he screamed in his head. His voice wouldn't let him form the words.
"Ya'know Dr. Carter, you always were the skeptic!" a familiar blond told him.
"Lucy?" he said, finally able to form the word.
"Yeah, what?" she asked as if it was another day at the hospital.
"Where the hell are we?" he asked.
"Wow, not sure really but I think you'll figure it out" as she snapped her fingers the previously pristine white background changed. It changed to a very busy I.C.U. room.
"Look" she told him as she herself peered through the glass with a worried eye on the clock.
"Holy crap" he muttered to himself; he was looking at himself in the I.C.U.
"If this is like a nightmare or an out of body thing, I want out!" he yelled at a very silent Lucy. As her eyes fell upon his, she spoke softly.
"You still have time." She told him somberly.
"Time for what!?" he asked, see the concern on her face as she turned back to the clock.
"You've only been down ten minutes." She told him. He just stared at her, and then back at the clock, and to himself in the I.C.U. This went on for what seem to be hours, but it didn't change the fact that he was dying. Then a sudden pain over whelmed him and vivid red blood stains appeared on his hand and clothes. But it was her blood, from her wounds, killing her too.
"You have to go, NOW!!" she started, "take my hand!" she said offering it to him.
"What about you?" he said realizing the truth of the situation. She was dead.
"It's too late for me, now GO!" she said taking his hand in her own, bith now covered in blood. Time seemed to stop as she pulled him toward her. When their lips met, the seen behind them returned to the previous white.
"Good bye." She whispered As she pulled away and his world went black.
"Ok, normal sinus, red line him to the O.R. and page Benton!" she yelled as the rest of the room remain virtually silent. Aside from the numerous monitors which surrounded them.
"Now would be nice!" Lizzie yelled at the now active people in the room. All but the patient. Carter.
"Wait!" he screamed to himself.
""What were the flashbacks about?"
"Where do I go now?"
"Are you going to be ok?"
But finally excepting the fact that he was unconscious, stopped the useless, unanswered questions. She was gone, and he was well.he wasn't quite sure, but the surrounding darkness was not comforting.
***** February 15 *****
4:09 A.M.
"His EEG was promising." Lizzie said as she walked into the near empty room.
"That doesn't always mean that." Benton countered but stopped himself. He had to be a friend first now, for Carters sake, and his own.
"He was only down for a little over ten minutes, Peter, and he shows no sign of brain damage, we just have to." she was cut off.
"Wait?" he asked sarcastically.
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'What the hell?' he screamed in his head. His voice wouldn't let him form the words.
"Ya'know Dr. Carter, you always were the skeptic!" a familiar blond told him.
"Lucy?" he said, finally able to form the word.
"Yeah, what?" she asked as if it was another day at the hospital.
"Where the hell are we?" he asked.
"Wow, not sure really but I think you'll figure it out" as she snapped her fingers the previously pristine white background changed. It changed to a very busy I.C.U. room.
"Look" she told him as she herself peered through the glass with a worried eye on the clock.
"Holy crap" he muttered to himself; he was looking at himself in the I.C.U.
"If this is like a nightmare or an out of body thing, I want out!" he yelled at a very silent Lucy. As her eyes fell upon his, she spoke softly.
"You still have time." She told him somberly.
"Time for what!?" he asked, see the concern on her face as she turned back to the clock.
"You've only been down ten minutes." She told him. He just stared at her, and then back at the clock, and to himself in the I.C.U. This went on for what seem to be hours, but it didn't change the fact that he was dying. Then a sudden pain over whelmed him and vivid red blood stains appeared on his hand and clothes. But it was her blood, from her wounds, killing her too.
"You have to go, NOW!!" she started, "take my hand!" she said offering it to him.
"What about you?" he said realizing the truth of the situation. She was dead.
"It's too late for me, now GO!" she said taking his hand in her own, bith now covered in blood. Time seemed to stop as she pulled him toward her. When their lips met, the seen behind them returned to the previous white.
"Good bye." She whispered As she pulled away and his world went black.
"Ok, normal sinus, red line him to the O.R. and page Benton!" she yelled as the rest of the room remain virtually silent. Aside from the numerous monitors which surrounded them.
"Now would be nice!" Lizzie yelled at the now active people in the room. All but the patient. Carter.
"Wait!" he screamed to himself.
""What were the flashbacks about?"
"Where do I go now?"
"Are you going to be ok?"
But finally excepting the fact that he was unconscious, stopped the useless, unanswered questions. She was gone, and he was well.he wasn't quite sure, but the surrounding darkness was not comforting.
***** February 15 *****
4:09 A.M.
"His EEG was promising." Lizzie said as she walked into the near empty room.
"That doesn't always mean that." Benton countered but stopped himself. He had to be a friend first now, for Carters sake, and his own.
"He was only down for a little over ten minutes, Peter, and he shows no sign of brain damage, we just have to." she was cut off.
"Wait?" he asked sarcastically.