Disclaimer: I do not own the original ER characters, however I have made up
a few of my own
Survival: Trouble
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"So, anyway, Mark and I put a fake cast on Carter and then woke him up with a fake trauma."
"Sounds interesting."
"I was fun," Susan told Abby as she drove them downtown. Suddenly her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Susan?" a tiny voice said.
"Yeah."
"This is Stella."
"Hi kiddo. What's wrong?"
"It's Scooter. He's really sick. He's hurt."
"What happened?" Susan quickly changed their direction.
"He got a phone call. I think my mom was in an accident. He got really mad and he started throwing things. I don't know what to do. There's a woman here."
"Okay. I'm on my way. Be strong." Susan hung up the phone. "Something's wrong with Carter."
"What?"
"I don't know. Something happened with his sister."
Susan pulled up in front of the house and sprinted to the door.
"Stella?" Susan called. The girl appeared from upstairs and came running to her.
"What's going on?" Carter asked walking out of the den. "Hey, didn't I put you to bed hours ago?" he asked.
"I woke up," she said, hiding behind Susan.
"How about I take you upstairs and read you a story so we can help Scooter?" Susan suggested.
"Okay." Susan slowly walked upstairs with the girl.
Carter looked at Abby.
"What's going on with you?" Abby asked.
"Nothing."
"You're a bad liar."
"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. Just family stuff."
"I want to be a part of your life. We've discussed this. But you need to be honest with me."
"That was honesty. It's family business. Besides, I think we're past the high school relationship stage. If we truly are meant to be together, we'll end up that way. But I'm not going to force it and play around with it. I need time to sort out my life. It could take a week or it could take years. And when things calm down, if you're still around, then we did something right."
"John, your father is on the phone," a woman said walking out. "Sorry, I didn't realize you still had company."
"It's okay," he said running a hand over his face. Abby sad the towel wrapped around it and suddenly felt like he was never going to be straightforward with her again.
"Hi dad. Can I call you back?" he asked. A moment later he hung up. "Abby, this is Anna Del Amico. Anna, Abby."
"Nice to meet you. John's told me a lot about you," Anna said shaking Abby's hand.
"Interesting. He's never mentioned you."
"I'm not surprised one bit. But that's history. Are you staying?" Anna asked.
"Actually . . ." Abby started.
"No. Her and Susan wanted to stop by on their way home but now they're leaving."
"You should see a doctor for your hand," Abby suggested.
"I'm a doctor. Anna's a doctor. I think we have it covered."
Susan walked downstairs and saw the three standing in the foyer.
"What'd I miss?" she asked.
"I appreciate you coming over to take care of Stella, but we can handle it from here."
"John," Susan said.
"Just go." And he turned and walked away from them.
"I'm sorry. He's just going through a lot right now."
"Spending family money seems to be hard these days," Abby said.
"I suggest you be careful what you say. Sometimes having money hurts more than it heals," Anna said. "I think you can see yourself out," Anna told them as she walked off.
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Author's Note: Please continue to R&R and if you feel the need, hand over any suggestions, because I'm running out of ideas.
Survival: Trouble
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So, anyway, Mark and I put a fake cast on Carter and then woke him up with a fake trauma."
"Sounds interesting."
"I was fun," Susan told Abby as she drove them downtown. Suddenly her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Susan?" a tiny voice said.
"Yeah."
"This is Stella."
"Hi kiddo. What's wrong?"
"It's Scooter. He's really sick. He's hurt."
"What happened?" Susan quickly changed their direction.
"He got a phone call. I think my mom was in an accident. He got really mad and he started throwing things. I don't know what to do. There's a woman here."
"Okay. I'm on my way. Be strong." Susan hung up the phone. "Something's wrong with Carter."
"What?"
"I don't know. Something happened with his sister."
Susan pulled up in front of the house and sprinted to the door.
"Stella?" Susan called. The girl appeared from upstairs and came running to her.
"What's going on?" Carter asked walking out of the den. "Hey, didn't I put you to bed hours ago?" he asked.
"I woke up," she said, hiding behind Susan.
"How about I take you upstairs and read you a story so we can help Scooter?" Susan suggested.
"Okay." Susan slowly walked upstairs with the girl.
Carter looked at Abby.
"What's going on with you?" Abby asked.
"Nothing."
"You're a bad liar."
"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. Just family stuff."
"I want to be a part of your life. We've discussed this. But you need to be honest with me."
"That was honesty. It's family business. Besides, I think we're past the high school relationship stage. If we truly are meant to be together, we'll end up that way. But I'm not going to force it and play around with it. I need time to sort out my life. It could take a week or it could take years. And when things calm down, if you're still around, then we did something right."
"John, your father is on the phone," a woman said walking out. "Sorry, I didn't realize you still had company."
"It's okay," he said running a hand over his face. Abby sad the towel wrapped around it and suddenly felt like he was never going to be straightforward with her again.
"Hi dad. Can I call you back?" he asked. A moment later he hung up. "Abby, this is Anna Del Amico. Anna, Abby."
"Nice to meet you. John's told me a lot about you," Anna said shaking Abby's hand.
"Interesting. He's never mentioned you."
"I'm not surprised one bit. But that's history. Are you staying?" Anna asked.
"Actually . . ." Abby started.
"No. Her and Susan wanted to stop by on their way home but now they're leaving."
"You should see a doctor for your hand," Abby suggested.
"I'm a doctor. Anna's a doctor. I think we have it covered."
Susan walked downstairs and saw the three standing in the foyer.
"What'd I miss?" she asked.
"I appreciate you coming over to take care of Stella, but we can handle it from here."
"John," Susan said.
"Just go." And he turned and walked away from them.
"I'm sorry. He's just going through a lot right now."
"Spending family money seems to be hard these days," Abby said.
"I suggest you be careful what you say. Sometimes having money hurts more than it heals," Anna said. "I think you can see yourself out," Anna told them as she walked off.
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Author's Note: Please continue to R&R and if you feel the need, hand over any suggestions, because I'm running out of ideas.
