Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear on the show,
however I have made up a few of my own.
Survival: First Day Back
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"You're going to be late for school!" Carter yelled as he pulled on his own shoes, with a little discomfort.
"No, I'm not. I'm ready," Stella said, proudly appearing at his door fully dressed with her backpack.
"Okay. Downstairs and into the car."
"Which car?"
"Pick one," he said as he grabbed his own bag and followed her down the stairs. Africa took not only a toll on his life and his mind, but it took a toll on his body. He knew it would be tough and demanding, but he never expected what came to him.
He stepped into the ER right on time and breathed a sign of relief. He surveyed the area. Didn't seem like much had changed the couple of months he was gone and he hoped it stayed that way for the sake of his own life.
"Well, looked who decided to show back up," Susan said.
"What can I say? I missed you too much."
"Well, you picked a good day to come back."
"Just hand me whatever you want. I'm all yours until six." He took what she handed him, not even looking at what it was.
"Are you asking for a death wish? You've never been this willing to take any patient."
"As long as it's not AIDS, malaria, jaundice or any the flu, then I'll take it."
"I wouldn't say that too loud," Abby said walking up to them. "Someone might actually take you up on that."
Carter didn't respond as he finally looked at what was placed in his hands. Finally he just walked to the board, signed off and disappeared down the hall.
"Was it something I said?" Abby asked. Susan just shrugged and went back to work as well.
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" Mr. Flores, no smoking," Abby said as she held out her hand for the cigarettes.
"You won't let me go outside."
"You're too sick."
"You'll smoke them."
"I quit," she said as she put out the cigarette. "Stop smoking." She walked out and ran right into Carter. His quick intake of breath didn't go unnoticed by Abby.
"Hi," he said, slowly putting his hands into his pockets.
"Hi yourself."
"Abby, do you have Mr. Flores' chart?" Susan asked.
Abby held it up as Susan walked over. Carter shrugged and slowly started walking off. Abby found hi ma few hours later out in the ambulance bay, talking on the phone. She was slightly shocked to see him holding cigarette.
"Can you call back?" he asked. "Because I'm at work. I'm off at six. Okay, I'll look into it." He closed the phone and slipped it into the pocket of his slacks.
"Smoking again?"
"Not really." He tossed the cigarette to the ground.
"Doesn't look that way to me."
"It was one of the only extra curricular activities to do in Africa."
"What else was there to do?" she asked.
"Nothing I really participated in. More Luka's area than mine."
She nodded in understanding. "Where have you been?" she asked.
"When?"
"You've been back for a couple of days."
"Oh, sleeping. There wasn't much of an opportunity to do such with a continuous patient load and no on to relieve you."
"How was the trip?"
"Where do I begin? The flight was long. A connecting flight was on board a cargo plane that had artificial limbs." Abby smiled. "If it wasn't raining it was 200 degrees outside. Everyone spoke French."
"At least it was eventful. Not the same thing everyday." He didn't say anything. And he didn't get a chance. Abby squinted and tried to shield her eyes as the sun reflected off the silver chrome of a car. In the distance a few people yelled and suddenly Abby felt herself being thrown to the ground, and then she watched as Carter's body propelled forward, landing on the hard cement with a thud.
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Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to get the next chapter up. I got caught up in other story starters. Please R&R and let me know what you think.
Survival: First Day Back
~*~*~*~*~*~
"You're going to be late for school!" Carter yelled as he pulled on his own shoes, with a little discomfort.
"No, I'm not. I'm ready," Stella said, proudly appearing at his door fully dressed with her backpack.
"Okay. Downstairs and into the car."
"Which car?"
"Pick one," he said as he grabbed his own bag and followed her down the stairs. Africa took not only a toll on his life and his mind, but it took a toll on his body. He knew it would be tough and demanding, but he never expected what came to him.
He stepped into the ER right on time and breathed a sign of relief. He surveyed the area. Didn't seem like much had changed the couple of months he was gone and he hoped it stayed that way for the sake of his own life.
"Well, looked who decided to show back up," Susan said.
"What can I say? I missed you too much."
"Well, you picked a good day to come back."
"Just hand me whatever you want. I'm all yours until six." He took what she handed him, not even looking at what it was.
"Are you asking for a death wish? You've never been this willing to take any patient."
"As long as it's not AIDS, malaria, jaundice or any the flu, then I'll take it."
"I wouldn't say that too loud," Abby said walking up to them. "Someone might actually take you up on that."
Carter didn't respond as he finally looked at what was placed in his hands. Finally he just walked to the board, signed off and disappeared down the hall.
"Was it something I said?" Abby asked. Susan just shrugged and went back to work as well.
~*~*~*~*~*~
" Mr. Flores, no smoking," Abby said as she held out her hand for the cigarettes.
"You won't let me go outside."
"You're too sick."
"You'll smoke them."
"I quit," she said as she put out the cigarette. "Stop smoking." She walked out and ran right into Carter. His quick intake of breath didn't go unnoticed by Abby.
"Hi," he said, slowly putting his hands into his pockets.
"Hi yourself."
"Abby, do you have Mr. Flores' chart?" Susan asked.
Abby held it up as Susan walked over. Carter shrugged and slowly started walking off. Abby found hi ma few hours later out in the ambulance bay, talking on the phone. She was slightly shocked to see him holding cigarette.
"Can you call back?" he asked. "Because I'm at work. I'm off at six. Okay, I'll look into it." He closed the phone and slipped it into the pocket of his slacks.
"Smoking again?"
"Not really." He tossed the cigarette to the ground.
"Doesn't look that way to me."
"It was one of the only extra curricular activities to do in Africa."
"What else was there to do?" she asked.
"Nothing I really participated in. More Luka's area than mine."
She nodded in understanding. "Where have you been?" she asked.
"When?"
"You've been back for a couple of days."
"Oh, sleeping. There wasn't much of an opportunity to do such with a continuous patient load and no on to relieve you."
"How was the trip?"
"Where do I begin? The flight was long. A connecting flight was on board a cargo plane that had artificial limbs." Abby smiled. "If it wasn't raining it was 200 degrees outside. Everyone spoke French."
"At least it was eventful. Not the same thing everyday." He didn't say anything. And he didn't get a chance. Abby squinted and tried to shield her eyes as the sun reflected off the silver chrome of a car. In the distance a few people yelled and suddenly Abby felt herself being thrown to the ground, and then she watched as Carter's body propelled forward, landing on the hard cement with a thud.
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Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to get the next chapter up. I got caught up in other story starters. Please R&R and let me know what you think.
