Author's notes. You people would not believe how unbelieveable exhausted I am.. I just got back from practicing for basketball tryouts, every muscle in my body hurts. I was going to go to bed, but i decided to go online to check mail and I got a whole bunch of reviews. So I'm like yeah, I'm gonna review. They deserve it, because you guys are awesome and you deserve the best!! Author's notes going to be really short, and I think that this chapter might be somewhat short as well. Umm Thank you's: Catie, Hyperpiper91, Tina, Kattybaby, Rouge Fan and E thank you so much!! You guys rock!!! Helen: you are my hero!! You really are!! You are just wow! I love you reviews.. I could live off them! Thanks!! Jane: Yeah. Kelly Clarkson. I love that song. And I've said it before and I'll say it again: keep rambling!! :-) I love you all!!! Oh yeah, one little comment: I'm gonna call John, Abby's son, John, always and forever, and I'm going to call John Carter, Carter.. I would start calling both of them John but it's just too confusing. And Abby called Carter Carter anyways so it's all good. I hope you guys are okay with that. I might slip in a few John's during dialouge, but mostly Carter is Carter and John is son... Shutting up. Enough.. I'm so confused!!
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She looked at her watch, 12:57. Why was the twins school calling at this hour. What had John or Annette done now? She finished up the intubation, and made sure Susan was okay before she ran to the front desk to find out exactly what had happened. She was handed the phone, and signed a line three.
"Hello?"
She sounded a bit more anxious than she had wanted, but what parent wouldn't?
"Dr. Wyczenski?"
No. It was the Great Magical Pumpkin Fairy.
"Yes."
She switched the phone to her other ear. She couldn't hear over the incoming trauma.
"I'm Mrs. Thormson, one of John's teachers. He was in my class and he began to feel sick. I sent him down to the office, and they took his temperature, it's over a 100. I was hoping you would be able to come pick him up?"
She thought it would be a different type of call. The poor kid, he had probably worried himself sick. But he was always prone to infections and virii. It's just the type of immune system he had. She would rush over there, could she. She was on, and she wouldn't be able to get off, under any circumstances. They were so understaffed that day.
"I'm going to have to double check. Can you give me a second?"
She heard a muffled yes from the lady. She looked around scanning the chaotic situation. What was she supposed to do now? She didn't even have a break coming up where she could run and get him. She twisted the phone wire, considering what she was going to do. She looked at the desk clerk.
"Hey Andy, do you know where Carter is?"
She saw him sake his head.
"Page him 911."
He grabbed the phone and dialed the number and the message. Within a matter of seconds, she saw him immerge from the suture room, running towards the desk.
"Carter!"
He halted right in front of her.
"What time are you off?"
She felt him grab her hand and look at her watch.
"Sorry. My battery died. Right now. Why?"
She took a deep breathe. She needed to get John home and in bed.
"The twin's school is on the phone, John's sick. I can't get off, can you pick him up and take him home?"
She saw him scrunch his eyes.
"Is that a good idea?"
Probably not.
"He won't fight. Especially when he's sick."
She saw him nodd his head. She picked up the reciever.
"I can't get off, but I'm sending a friend to pick him up."
She debated saying father. But she just couldn't say it. Just not yet. She hung up the phone and looked up at him.
"Thanks."
He nodded his head, no problem, in response to her.
"So where do I wanna take him? Your house?"
She was about to start nodding her head yes, when she realized she only had one key to her apartment, and she needed that one key just in case something happened. Her superintendent had the other, but he could only be reached in emergencies.
"I don't have a spare key I can give you."
She saw him close his notebook and pop his stethescope into his pocket.
"I can take him home."
It wasn't exacly the best time to be introducing John to new places and new people at the same time. But she had no other choice.
"Okay. So I'll stop by and pick him up after my shift. We can walk home, it's not that far."
She saw him shaking his head.
"What?"
He did that eyes and nose scruntching thing again.
"I, uhh, moved. The condo you were at last is my father's. I moved out and let him have it. He's rarely in town anyhow."
Get to the point, Carter.
"I moved back into the mansion. The floors were being redone, that's why I was at my father's."
Great. This was definetly not working out the way she had planned it. She hadn't exactly planned it either. She heard her name being called out, she needed to get back.
"Okay. Okay. Whatever. Just get him in bed. And make sure he gets plenty of fluids.."
He was nodding his head intently, as if he was absorbing every word she just said.
"I know, Abby. I'm a doctor too."
How could she forget?
"Tell them to tell Annette to come to the hospital, and then we'll head over to your place after I'm done with my shift."
She saw him nodd his head again.
"You want to stay for dinner?"
She thought about it for a second, and quickly nodded her head.
"Okay, I need to get back to work. Page me if anything..."
She watched him walk off towards the lounge before she turned back around and headed into the next trauma. She had a feeling that this would turn out to be a disaster. But he was sick. She couldn't get off. This wasn't Boston anymore, everyone had to realize that. She was really worried about him, but she was more worried about what would happen between the two of them, alone. John was really easy to handle when he was sick because all he wanted to do was sleep. She was used to the routine because he got sick alot. She had been to her pediatrician, and had some tests run, but everything came out okay. She was probably just paranoid. She gave Carter a small smile and he exited the ER. She grabbed the next chart. And silently prayed everything would be okay between them.
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She looked at her watch, 12:57. Why was the twins school calling at this hour. What had John or Annette done now? She finished up the intubation, and made sure Susan was okay before she ran to the front desk to find out exactly what had happened. She was handed the phone, and signed a line three.
"Hello?"
She sounded a bit more anxious than she had wanted, but what parent wouldn't?
"Dr. Wyczenski?"
No. It was the Great Magical Pumpkin Fairy.
"Yes."
She switched the phone to her other ear. She couldn't hear over the incoming trauma.
"I'm Mrs. Thormson, one of John's teachers. He was in my class and he began to feel sick. I sent him down to the office, and they took his temperature, it's over a 100. I was hoping you would be able to come pick him up?"
She thought it would be a different type of call. The poor kid, he had probably worried himself sick. But he was always prone to infections and virii. It's just the type of immune system he had. She would rush over there, could she. She was on, and she wouldn't be able to get off, under any circumstances. They were so understaffed that day.
"I'm going to have to double check. Can you give me a second?"
She heard a muffled yes from the lady. She looked around scanning the chaotic situation. What was she supposed to do now? She didn't even have a break coming up where she could run and get him. She twisted the phone wire, considering what she was going to do. She looked at the desk clerk.
"Hey Andy, do you know where Carter is?"
She saw him sake his head.
"Page him 911."
He grabbed the phone and dialed the number and the message. Within a matter of seconds, she saw him immerge from the suture room, running towards the desk.
"Carter!"
He halted right in front of her.
"What time are you off?"
She felt him grab her hand and look at her watch.
"Sorry. My battery died. Right now. Why?"
She took a deep breathe. She needed to get John home and in bed.
"The twin's school is on the phone, John's sick. I can't get off, can you pick him up and take him home?"
She saw him scrunch his eyes.
"Is that a good idea?"
Probably not.
"He won't fight. Especially when he's sick."
She saw him nodd his head. She picked up the reciever.
"I can't get off, but I'm sending a friend to pick him up."
She debated saying father. But she just couldn't say it. Just not yet. She hung up the phone and looked up at him.
"Thanks."
He nodded his head, no problem, in response to her.
"So where do I wanna take him? Your house?"
She was about to start nodding her head yes, when she realized she only had one key to her apartment, and she needed that one key just in case something happened. Her superintendent had the other, but he could only be reached in emergencies.
"I don't have a spare key I can give you."
She saw him close his notebook and pop his stethescope into his pocket.
"I can take him home."
It wasn't exacly the best time to be introducing John to new places and new people at the same time. But she had no other choice.
"Okay. So I'll stop by and pick him up after my shift. We can walk home, it's not that far."
She saw him shaking his head.
"What?"
He did that eyes and nose scruntching thing again.
"I, uhh, moved. The condo you were at last is my father's. I moved out and let him have it. He's rarely in town anyhow."
Get to the point, Carter.
"I moved back into the mansion. The floors were being redone, that's why I was at my father's."
Great. This was definetly not working out the way she had planned it. She hadn't exactly planned it either. She heard her name being called out, she needed to get back.
"Okay. Okay. Whatever. Just get him in bed. And make sure he gets plenty of fluids.."
He was nodding his head intently, as if he was absorbing every word she just said.
"I know, Abby. I'm a doctor too."
How could she forget?
"Tell them to tell Annette to come to the hospital, and then we'll head over to your place after I'm done with my shift."
She saw him nodd his head again.
"You want to stay for dinner?"
She thought about it for a second, and quickly nodded her head.
"Okay, I need to get back to work. Page me if anything..."
She watched him walk off towards the lounge before she turned back around and headed into the next trauma. She had a feeling that this would turn out to be a disaster. But he was sick. She couldn't get off. This wasn't Boston anymore, everyone had to realize that. She was really worried about him, but she was more worried about what would happen between the two of them, alone. John was really easy to handle when he was sick because all he wanted to do was sleep. She was used to the routine because he got sick alot. She had been to her pediatrician, and had some tests run, but everything came out okay. She was probably just paranoid. She gave Carter a small smile and he exited the ER. She grabbed the next chart. And silently prayed everything would be okay between them.