Authors Note: Hey all, this is chapter 7, I have some more ideas, that aren't as dramatic as the car accident, or the coma, or the pregnancy lol, but I think we need a little less drama and a little more Carby, and family interactions, and showing them coming together as a family and that is what I plan to do. I have been very busy with school and writing another fic with Abby Lockhart2- author of unknown secrets and hidden lies, amazing story if you are not reading it already go read it guarantee you'll love it. Anyways we are co-writing a story called hate to love and back, go check it out, both stories are Carby. Anyways thanks for reading and here is your chapter 7...
Chapter 7
I sigh as I sit down on the couch and stare blankly at the television. I am flipping through channels, not really wanting to watch television but not wanting to go to bed either. I look at the clock, 8:06, they left exactly one minute ago, maybe I should go and try to catch up with them. On the other hand maybe time apart will make Abby realize she really love me, or not, but I can always hope. The phone suddenly starts to ring, "Hello." I say tiredly.
"Carter, its Luka, we need you at work, Chen called in sick."
"Okay I'll be in as soon as possible." I say jumping off the couch and running to the fornt door. We moved into an area that is about a 10 minute drive from the hospital, so its very nice. I reach my hand over and turn the radio on as I drive, I look at the clock and hope i don't have to work long today, I just want to go home and be with my family. I pull into a spot and rush towards the hospital, hearing sirens behind me. I run through teh automatic doors. "Look whose back." Susan chirps." Get this one." She orders me, I dump my stuff on the admit desk and run out to the ambulance. The doors swing open and out jumps a bloody boy on a stretcher, you can't even tell what the child looks like, hes so badly injured.
"Where the hell are the parents?" Pratt asks.
"The mom, was freaking out, she and her kids went to the police station. They couldn't let
stay with him, she was having a break down." Harms explains. We nod wheeling the boy
into the trauma room. "Name?" I ask Harms as we burst open the trauma room doors.
"Jeremy." I stop hearing the name of my son.
"JEREMY?" I yell at the lifeless body.
"Carter, I'll take it man." Luka says pulling me away from my son. I try to fight him but
can't. I walk towards the admit desk, kicking it furiously. Susan looks at me, and then
places a head on may back which I shrug off. I walk toward the trauma room, and watch
through the window as they do CPR on Jeremy. The screen is a flat line. Suddenly his
heart is beating again. I push through the doors. "Is he brain dead?" I ask as calm as
possible. Luka and Pratt look at me. "No, but its not looking good." Pratt tells me
sympathetically. I push open the doors, and see a tearful Abby and my 4 beautiful children.
Alexis is in Abby's arms, her head resting on Abby's shoulder. Zachary is holding Abby's free hand, Mason is behind them walking slowly. I can see Logan running towards me, anger and confusion across his face. He jumps into my arms, digging his face into my shoulder, I rub his head, shushing him. "What the hell happened?" I holler at her. Susan walks over and grabs a wandering Mason, lifting him into her arms. "He was hit." She chokes out.
"I know that, how the hell did that happen, what did you let him run in the street?" I yell.
"Carter calm down." Luka comes up from behind me placing a hand on my back.
"Calm down, my kid is lying in that room on life support because of her," I screech.
"It wasn't her fault." Luka says calmly. I look at him puzzled. "What?" I ask exasperated.
"The driver was drunk, he was coming home from an all night bash, and ran over the sidewalk, hitting Jeremy, the rest of the kids, and Abby were only a few away." I look down at the boy in my arms, then at Lexie who is on the admit desk with Neela and Gallant. I see Susan stroking Mason's hair, Abby is still holding Zac, on the brink of tears. I realize they all could have been gone too, which rips away at me. I suddenly hate this man and want to kill him. Abby looks about ready to break down on the floor, Luka makes his way over to her and takes Zac. "Lets-" I motion my head towards the trauma room, Abby nods at me, walking towards me, I sling my arm around her waist kissing her forehead. "Okay baby, mommy and I are going to go in and see Jer, I want you to stay out here with Greg k?" I whisper into Logan's hair. Pratt comes up and takes Logan, letting him cry into his shoulder. I take Abby in my arms, and we walk slowly toward the room, we look in through the window. "He's so precious." She cries.
"I know, lets go in." I say pushing her gently, I can feel her hand grip tighter around waist. I take her hand reassuringly. Walking up to Jeremy was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. His body tiny and bloody body. I watch as his eyes flutter open, he can not talk though, he is incubated. "Hey kiddo." I smile painfully as I brush the strands out of his eyes. He blinks slowly. Abby takes his hand in hers, leaning down placing a small kiss on his forehead. "Hey baby, daddy and I are right here with you okay?" He does his best to nod. "We love you." I say rubbing his arm. He blinks again. Not looking at me, just staring at Abby. I run my finger over his tiny cuts on his hand, as Abby has moved to the head of the bed, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him endless times on the forehead. He's face and puffy and badly bruised, but no serious head trauma we're reported. He landed face first into the ground, his body was hurt badly, they are not sure if he is paralysed or not, he is not above the waist though, he is moving his arms a tiny bit.
"Hey," Susan walks into the trauma room, tears on the brims of her eyes. Abby and I smile slightly, as much as we can without bursting into tears. "Uh- Logan, wants to see him." Susan manages to tell us. "I'll go get him." I respond, moving towards the door, I come up behind Abby and wrap my arms around her waist, she leans back on me, as I kiss her face, "He's going to be okay I promise." She intertwines our fingers, as I rub her shoulder, for a moment I can tell we are both relaxed, we take a deep breath and. I leave. She unwillingly lets go of my hand, and Susan hugs her. I can't even believe what happened, it came out of nowhere one minute he was the shy, nice, funny kid and the next he's near death. I rub my forehead, walking towards the admit desk, "Hey." I sigh,
"Hey Carter," Pratt replies.
"Where are-" I struggle, even saying the name Logan, usually we group them together, we just say where are the twins, or the boys, they are attached by the hip. "There, in the lounge, I was just about to go in there with a movie and chips and stuff." He explains morosely. "Thanks." I mumble.
I walk towards the lounge, Gallant and Neela are in there, Zachary is sprawled out on Gallants lap playing with his tie, and Lexie is playing Barbie's with Neela. While Logan is sitting in the chair with Mason on his lap reading him a story. "Logan." I whisper, trying unsuccessfully not to disturb everyone else. He looks up at me, a sad face, his big blue eyes now red due to all the fallen tears. He continues to stare at me waiting for me to say more, Pratt walks in and sees I am having trouble talking about Jeremy, "Logan, go with your dad, I'll finish reading to Mason." He instructs. Logan waits for Pratt to pick Mason off of his lap and walks toward me, extending his hand I take it and we walk together toward the trauma room. I stop him outside the door and lower myself to his level, placing my hands on his hips. "Logan, Jer, is going to have a lot of- uh- a lot of tubes attached to him, and uh-" I try to talk to my son without crying, Logan watches me intently like I have answers to all his questions, I wish I did but I don't. "Uh- he can't talk, but he can hear you, and uh-" I try to finish but Logan interrupts me.
"Is he sleeping like mommy did." This almost makes me cry, but I try to be strong and hold it in. "Uh- no, no he is awake and can see you and touch you, he just can't talk." Logan nods, I stand up and hold onto his hand again, we walk in, seeing Abby sitting by Jeremy's head holding his hand and touching his hair. She turns and looks at us as we enter the room, she moves the chair away from the bed a little so Logan can sit on her lap, and speak with Jeremy, I pull up a chair beside them and grab for Abby's hand, she lets me take it, I rub my thumb up and down her hand. "Hey Jer." He says bringing his face right next to Jeremy's. "Are you okay." Jeremy, closes his eyes and nods. Logan brings his hand to Jeremy's forehead and rubs his hand over his head and face, then smiles. "Your going to be okay." he says happily. I look at Abby, we both are thinking the same thing. 'god we hope Logan is right.'
Chapter 7
I sigh as I sit down on the couch and stare blankly at the television. I am flipping through channels, not really wanting to watch television but not wanting to go to bed either. I look at the clock, 8:06, they left exactly one minute ago, maybe I should go and try to catch up with them. On the other hand maybe time apart will make Abby realize she really love me, or not, but I can always hope. The phone suddenly starts to ring, "Hello." I say tiredly.
"Carter, its Luka, we need you at work, Chen called in sick."
"Okay I'll be in as soon as possible." I say jumping off the couch and running to the fornt door. We moved into an area that is about a 10 minute drive from the hospital, so its very nice. I reach my hand over and turn the radio on as I drive, I look at the clock and hope i don't have to work long today, I just want to go home and be with my family. I pull into a spot and rush towards the hospital, hearing sirens behind me. I run through teh automatic doors. "Look whose back." Susan chirps." Get this one." She orders me, I dump my stuff on the admit desk and run out to the ambulance. The doors swing open and out jumps a bloody boy on a stretcher, you can't even tell what the child looks like, hes so badly injured.
"Where the hell are the parents?" Pratt asks.
"The mom, was freaking out, she and her kids went to the police station. They couldn't let
stay with him, she was having a break down." Harms explains. We nod wheeling the boy
into the trauma room. "Name?" I ask Harms as we burst open the trauma room doors.
"Jeremy." I stop hearing the name of my son.
"JEREMY?" I yell at the lifeless body.
"Carter, I'll take it man." Luka says pulling me away from my son. I try to fight him but
can't. I walk towards the admit desk, kicking it furiously. Susan looks at me, and then
places a head on may back which I shrug off. I walk toward the trauma room, and watch
through the window as they do CPR on Jeremy. The screen is a flat line. Suddenly his
heart is beating again. I push through the doors. "Is he brain dead?" I ask as calm as
possible. Luka and Pratt look at me. "No, but its not looking good." Pratt tells me
sympathetically. I push open the doors, and see a tearful Abby and my 4 beautiful children.
Alexis is in Abby's arms, her head resting on Abby's shoulder. Zachary is holding Abby's free hand, Mason is behind them walking slowly. I can see Logan running towards me, anger and confusion across his face. He jumps into my arms, digging his face into my shoulder, I rub his head, shushing him. "What the hell happened?" I holler at her. Susan walks over and grabs a wandering Mason, lifting him into her arms. "He was hit." She chokes out.
"I know that, how the hell did that happen, what did you let him run in the street?" I yell.
"Carter calm down." Luka comes up from behind me placing a hand on my back.
"Calm down, my kid is lying in that room on life support because of her," I screech.
"It wasn't her fault." Luka says calmly. I look at him puzzled. "What?" I ask exasperated.
"The driver was drunk, he was coming home from an all night bash, and ran over the sidewalk, hitting Jeremy, the rest of the kids, and Abby were only a few away." I look down at the boy in my arms, then at Lexie who is on the admit desk with Neela and Gallant. I see Susan stroking Mason's hair, Abby is still holding Zac, on the brink of tears. I realize they all could have been gone too, which rips away at me. I suddenly hate this man and want to kill him. Abby looks about ready to break down on the floor, Luka makes his way over to her and takes Zac. "Lets-" I motion my head towards the trauma room, Abby nods at me, walking towards me, I sling my arm around her waist kissing her forehead. "Okay baby, mommy and I are going to go in and see Jer, I want you to stay out here with Greg k?" I whisper into Logan's hair. Pratt comes up and takes Logan, letting him cry into his shoulder. I take Abby in my arms, and we walk slowly toward the room, we look in through the window. "He's so precious." She cries.
"I know, lets go in." I say pushing her gently, I can feel her hand grip tighter around waist. I take her hand reassuringly. Walking up to Jeremy was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. His body tiny and bloody body. I watch as his eyes flutter open, he can not talk though, he is incubated. "Hey kiddo." I smile painfully as I brush the strands out of his eyes. He blinks slowly. Abby takes his hand in hers, leaning down placing a small kiss on his forehead. "Hey baby, daddy and I are right here with you okay?" He does his best to nod. "We love you." I say rubbing his arm. He blinks again. Not looking at me, just staring at Abby. I run my finger over his tiny cuts on his hand, as Abby has moved to the head of the bed, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him endless times on the forehead. He's face and puffy and badly bruised, but no serious head trauma we're reported. He landed face first into the ground, his body was hurt badly, they are not sure if he is paralysed or not, he is not above the waist though, he is moving his arms a tiny bit.
"Hey," Susan walks into the trauma room, tears on the brims of her eyes. Abby and I smile slightly, as much as we can without bursting into tears. "Uh- Logan, wants to see him." Susan manages to tell us. "I'll go get him." I respond, moving towards the door, I come up behind Abby and wrap my arms around her waist, she leans back on me, as I kiss her face, "He's going to be okay I promise." She intertwines our fingers, as I rub her shoulder, for a moment I can tell we are both relaxed, we take a deep breath and. I leave. She unwillingly lets go of my hand, and Susan hugs her. I can't even believe what happened, it came out of nowhere one minute he was the shy, nice, funny kid and the next he's near death. I rub my forehead, walking towards the admit desk, "Hey." I sigh,
"Hey Carter," Pratt replies.
"Where are-" I struggle, even saying the name Logan, usually we group them together, we just say where are the twins, or the boys, they are attached by the hip. "There, in the lounge, I was just about to go in there with a movie and chips and stuff." He explains morosely. "Thanks." I mumble.
I walk towards the lounge, Gallant and Neela are in there, Zachary is sprawled out on Gallants lap playing with his tie, and Lexie is playing Barbie's with Neela. While Logan is sitting in the chair with Mason on his lap reading him a story. "Logan." I whisper, trying unsuccessfully not to disturb everyone else. He looks up at me, a sad face, his big blue eyes now red due to all the fallen tears. He continues to stare at me waiting for me to say more, Pratt walks in and sees I am having trouble talking about Jeremy, "Logan, go with your dad, I'll finish reading to Mason." He instructs. Logan waits for Pratt to pick Mason off of his lap and walks toward me, extending his hand I take it and we walk together toward the trauma room. I stop him outside the door and lower myself to his level, placing my hands on his hips. "Logan, Jer, is going to have a lot of- uh- a lot of tubes attached to him, and uh-" I try to talk to my son without crying, Logan watches me intently like I have answers to all his questions, I wish I did but I don't. "Uh- he can't talk, but he can hear you, and uh-" I try to finish but Logan interrupts me.
"Is he sleeping like mommy did." This almost makes me cry, but I try to be strong and hold it in. "Uh- no, no he is awake and can see you and touch you, he just can't talk." Logan nods, I stand up and hold onto his hand again, we walk in, seeing Abby sitting by Jeremy's head holding his hand and touching his hair. She turns and looks at us as we enter the room, she moves the chair away from the bed a little so Logan can sit on her lap, and speak with Jeremy, I pull up a chair beside them and grab for Abby's hand, she lets me take it, I rub my thumb up and down her hand. "Hey Jer." He says bringing his face right next to Jeremy's. "Are you okay." Jeremy, closes his eyes and nods. Logan brings his hand to Jeremy's forehead and rubs his hand over his head and face, then smiles. "Your going to be okay." he says happily. I look at Abby, we both are thinking the same thing. 'god we hope Logan is right.'