Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear on the show,
however I have made up a few of my own.
Secrets Unshared: 2
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"How are you feeling?" Susan asked leaning over the desk to find Carter sitting on the floor.
"Why does everyone keep asking that?" he asked standing up.
"Because you're my best friend and I worry," she said with a smile.
"Carter, Doug Ross on line one," Frank said.
"Doug Ross? Why is he calling you?" Susan asked.
"What's he want?" Carter asked, already dreading the conversation.
"Says it's about your cousin."
"Take a message."
"What's going on?" Susan asked.
"Leave it alone."
"He says if you don't pick up the phone he's calling Philadelphia and then Kerry."
"What's in Philadelphia?" Susan asked.
"I said leave it alone," he sternly said before he stood up and grabbed the phone from Frank. "Why are you calling?" Carter growled. "No, you need to understand that this isn't your problem. I don't need you doing me any favors." He sighed as he listened. "Hi. No, I can take care of this." His tone had suddenly changed to a lighter vibe. "Yeah, happily married with kids. No, don't call her. Because she has enough problems of her own. Who have you been talking to?" Carter's eyes darter to Susan's. "I'll have to have a little chat with her. Just give me the number. I'll take care of it." Carter jotted down the number. "Bye."
He was writing something down that Susan couldn't see but she figured now was a good time to escape.
"Don't even move. I haven't even started with you," he said before pocketing the note.
"Carter, we were just catching up."
"Catch up on your own lives. Not mine."
"We're all looking out for you."
"Stop. You're just making it all worse," he growled before walking off in the opposite direction.
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Things seemed to improve when they all took a break from asking him questions. When he realized that he wasn't the topic of conversation anymore, he began to return back to his jovial self. He seemed more rested, more relaxed, more enjoyable. But his eyes still hid fear and anger, which was what worried Susan most. She knew there had to be some way to get through to him, but he sensed when the conversation was about to begin and would stop her before the words escaped her lips. The longer this went on, the more it affected him, and although his performance at work only became greater, she knew his life outside was diminishing at a rapid rate. But someone else cut to the chase before she could. Someone who could handle John Carter.
"I'm looking for John Carter," a light, female voice said, gently placed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"He's in trauma. Take a seat," Frank said.
She did as she was told and not much more than ten minutes later and she saw him sauntering down the hall with another doctor hot on his heels, dressed in blue scrubs, his hair sticking up from frustrated swipes. Years of stressful work and an apparently stressful life had etched weary lines on his eyes, and days of lack of sleep had darkened his eyes. He was more mature, older, and more beautiful than the way she had memorized his face so many years ago.
"It's just a couple of guys getting some beers," Pratt said.
"I don't drink."
"Soda then. Whatever you want. Bars have soda."
"No thanks," Carter said walking up to the board and erasing a name.
"You can bring a girl." He raised his hands as Carter turned and stared at him.
"Scooter?" her voice rang through his ears as Pratt started to ramble on about something else. He didn't move from his spot as he tried to think of some viable reason that she would be standing in this ER during this time.
"Frank, get Doug Ross on the phone right now," Carter said. But as he finally looked up into her face, he watched her hang up the phone. "Go home," he said.
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Author's Note: Let me know what you think about the latest chapter and give me an suggestions as to how I should continue, I'm kind of stuck. Please continue to R&R.
Secrets Unshared: 2
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"How are you feeling?" Susan asked leaning over the desk to find Carter sitting on the floor.
"Why does everyone keep asking that?" he asked standing up.
"Because you're my best friend and I worry," she said with a smile.
"Carter, Doug Ross on line one," Frank said.
"Doug Ross? Why is he calling you?" Susan asked.
"What's he want?" Carter asked, already dreading the conversation.
"Says it's about your cousin."
"Take a message."
"What's going on?" Susan asked.
"Leave it alone."
"He says if you don't pick up the phone he's calling Philadelphia and then Kerry."
"What's in Philadelphia?" Susan asked.
"I said leave it alone," he sternly said before he stood up and grabbed the phone from Frank. "Why are you calling?" Carter growled. "No, you need to understand that this isn't your problem. I don't need you doing me any favors." He sighed as he listened. "Hi. No, I can take care of this." His tone had suddenly changed to a lighter vibe. "Yeah, happily married with kids. No, don't call her. Because she has enough problems of her own. Who have you been talking to?" Carter's eyes darter to Susan's. "I'll have to have a little chat with her. Just give me the number. I'll take care of it." Carter jotted down the number. "Bye."
He was writing something down that Susan couldn't see but she figured now was a good time to escape.
"Don't even move. I haven't even started with you," he said before pocketing the note.
"Carter, we were just catching up."
"Catch up on your own lives. Not mine."
"We're all looking out for you."
"Stop. You're just making it all worse," he growled before walking off in the opposite direction.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Things seemed to improve when they all took a break from asking him questions. When he realized that he wasn't the topic of conversation anymore, he began to return back to his jovial self. He seemed more rested, more relaxed, more enjoyable. But his eyes still hid fear and anger, which was what worried Susan most. She knew there had to be some way to get through to him, but he sensed when the conversation was about to begin and would stop her before the words escaped her lips. The longer this went on, the more it affected him, and although his performance at work only became greater, she knew his life outside was diminishing at a rapid rate. But someone else cut to the chase before she could. Someone who could handle John Carter.
"I'm looking for John Carter," a light, female voice said, gently placed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"He's in trauma. Take a seat," Frank said.
She did as she was told and not much more than ten minutes later and she saw him sauntering down the hall with another doctor hot on his heels, dressed in blue scrubs, his hair sticking up from frustrated swipes. Years of stressful work and an apparently stressful life had etched weary lines on his eyes, and days of lack of sleep had darkened his eyes. He was more mature, older, and more beautiful than the way she had memorized his face so many years ago.
"It's just a couple of guys getting some beers," Pratt said.
"I don't drink."
"Soda then. Whatever you want. Bars have soda."
"No thanks," Carter said walking up to the board and erasing a name.
"You can bring a girl." He raised his hands as Carter turned and stared at him.
"Scooter?" her voice rang through his ears as Pratt started to ramble on about something else. He didn't move from his spot as he tried to think of some viable reason that she would be standing in this ER during this time.
"Frank, get Doug Ross on the phone right now," Carter said. But as he finally looked up into her face, he watched her hang up the phone. "Go home," he said.
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Author's Note: Let me know what you think about the latest chapter and give me an suggestions as to how I should continue, I'm kind of stuck. Please continue to R&R.
