A.N: I apologize for the short chaps. They look longer in word. I'll try
to make them longer. :p And I'm also really sorry if the story is sorta
confusing right now. :p Oh and also, I know I'm supposed to start a new
line for every time someone talks, and I thought I did, but it didn't show
up on the site..
And, also, thanks for all the reviews! Especially ERCarbyLova. ;) Okay,
here ya go.
Once Abby was home and in bed, Carter got a page. It was the ER. Great. Just great. He sighed then noticed Abby was asleep already. He searched the room for a pen and paper. He saw a note card and a pencil laying on the night stand.
"Abby,
I'm sorry I didn't wake you up when I left and I'm really sorry about this, but I have to go back to the ER. I'm sorry. I'll be home tonight. I promise that.
I love you, John"
He jotted the little message down and put it on the night stand and left.
When he was in the parking lot, he noticed a small blue car next to his. It seemed perfectly normal; after all it wasn't illegal to park next to someone. He thought nothing of it. He got in his Jeep and started it. The engine revved. He glanced back at the blue car for a second and noticed that someone was staring at him. Once the person saw that Carter saw him staring, he looked away to a nearby tree. Okay, so he's looking at you. Big deal. You were looking at him too, Carter said to himself. He snapped out of his day dream and out his Jeep in reverse so he could get out of the parking space.
Half way back to the hospital, he noticed that the exact same car was behind him. Was he being fallowed? No, he couldn't be. Could he? Then, he saw a traffic jam up ahead. Oh no. He heard the sound of his beeper. He cursed under his breath and started dialing the hospital on his cell phone as he waited for the traffic jam to clear.
"Hello?" Randy answered.
"Hey, this is John. I'm in a traffic jam and I can't get out of it. I'll try to be there soon," He explained.
"Okay, I'll tell Dr. Weaver," Randy said then hung up.
About an hour later, he was out of the traffic jam. But then, when he got up to 30 mph, he slowed down and the Jeep shut off. He gritted his teeth together in anger, wondering why the Jeep stalled. Then, he saw a flashing light. He had ran out of gas. He threw his bag that was on the seat next to him onto the floor in frustration. He sighed then picked it back up. He grabbed his cell phone out of it and began dialing information. But, there was no signal. This was weird. Even know it was raining, he should still have a signal for his cell. He looked over his shoulder for some sign of a car that could help him. He saw something, but he wasn't sure if it was a car or not. He decided to go see. He opened the door and slammed it. When he got up to the car, he noticed it was the same one that was behind him at the apartment. So it WAS fallowing him. But, why?
"Hey, I'm John Carter. I'm out of gas and I was---" He was cut short. The man ran up to him and threw him down on the cement.
"Help! Somebody, help! Please!!" He screamed.
But it was no use. There was no body in sight.
Carter tried to punch the man, but got a even harder punch in return to his noise. The pain rose up and down his body. Suddenly, everything went black. That was the last thing he remembered..
Once Abby was home and in bed, Carter got a page. It was the ER. Great. Just great. He sighed then noticed Abby was asleep already. He searched the room for a pen and paper. He saw a note card and a pencil laying on the night stand.
"Abby,
I'm sorry I didn't wake you up when I left and I'm really sorry about this, but I have to go back to the ER. I'm sorry. I'll be home tonight. I promise that.
I love you, John"
He jotted the little message down and put it on the night stand and left.
When he was in the parking lot, he noticed a small blue car next to his. It seemed perfectly normal; after all it wasn't illegal to park next to someone. He thought nothing of it. He got in his Jeep and started it. The engine revved. He glanced back at the blue car for a second and noticed that someone was staring at him. Once the person saw that Carter saw him staring, he looked away to a nearby tree. Okay, so he's looking at you. Big deal. You were looking at him too, Carter said to himself. He snapped out of his day dream and out his Jeep in reverse so he could get out of the parking space.
Half way back to the hospital, he noticed that the exact same car was behind him. Was he being fallowed? No, he couldn't be. Could he? Then, he saw a traffic jam up ahead. Oh no. He heard the sound of his beeper. He cursed under his breath and started dialing the hospital on his cell phone as he waited for the traffic jam to clear.
"Hello?" Randy answered.
"Hey, this is John. I'm in a traffic jam and I can't get out of it. I'll try to be there soon," He explained.
"Okay, I'll tell Dr. Weaver," Randy said then hung up.
About an hour later, he was out of the traffic jam. But then, when he got up to 30 mph, he slowed down and the Jeep shut off. He gritted his teeth together in anger, wondering why the Jeep stalled. Then, he saw a flashing light. He had ran out of gas. He threw his bag that was on the seat next to him onto the floor in frustration. He sighed then picked it back up. He grabbed his cell phone out of it and began dialing information. But, there was no signal. This was weird. Even know it was raining, he should still have a signal for his cell. He looked over his shoulder for some sign of a car that could help him. He saw something, but he wasn't sure if it was a car or not. He decided to go see. He opened the door and slammed it. When he got up to the car, he noticed it was the same one that was behind him at the apartment. So it WAS fallowing him. But, why?
"Hey, I'm John Carter. I'm out of gas and I was---" He was cut short. The man ran up to him and threw him down on the cement.
"Help! Somebody, help! Please!!" He screamed.
But it was no use. There was no body in sight.
Carter tried to punch the man, but got a even harder punch in return to his noise. The pain rose up and down his body. Suddenly, everything went black. That was the last thing he remembered..