"Respect"
By: Tsuki no Lomelinde
Summary: A young doctor is involved in a serious accident, will it ruin his career? Or will he persevere, and not let anything, not even what some people consider a handicap stand in his way.
Characters: JC, PB, Cast
This is my second ER story, set back right after the episode "Post Mortem"- where Carter confronts Benton about his lack of emotion to the death of Dennis Gant.
Blah, blah, blah, I don't own any of these characters. You know the drill And now I say 'On with the story!!!!!'
Carter stood by his jeep, digging through his pockets, then his brief case in search of the keys to his jeep, he'd just gotten off a 12 hour shift; he'd been covering the ER. Dennis's shift, and the memorial service; now he had to go back to the apartment, alone, Abby was gone, Dennis was gone, and Benton pretended like nothing had ever happened. So where did that leave him?
Carter's search for his keys paused for a moment as he remembered his teacher's attitude, that day. Cold and uncaring.
Just as his fingers grasped the keys, he heard a click, and a voice whisper, "Don't move or I'll shoot ya."
Carter froze, his breath catching in his throat.
"Go over to the other side of the car, and get in, and don't say a word, or your life won't be worth anything."
Carter nodded shakily, and with the gun still aimed at his head, he moved around to the other side of the car, and got in, his attacker got in the driver's side, and started the car. Carter studied his assailant, trying to get as many details as possible, the man had deep green eyes, dark brown hair and he was a good three inches taller then the young doctor.
"We're gonna go for a little ride, Dr. Carter." The man said.
Carter's eyes widened, how did this man know his name? He couldn't remember seeing him anywhere?
The man smirked, and they pulled out of County's parking garage, and drove off into the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The officer trudged into the hospital, dreading her task, even though it was part of her job, her partner gave her a reassuring pat on the back
"You can do it Johansson." He said confidently.
She nodded slightly. "I hope so."
The ER was crowded, and the two officers had trouble making their way to the Admit desk.
The desk clerk looked up, he was a tall burly looking man; the officer's partner nudged her.
"I'm Officer Johansson, and this is my partner."
"Officer Garson." He interrupted.
"Yes, we're looking for Dr. Benton, one of the resident surgeons here."
"Uhhh, sure, he's in with a trauma, he'll be with you in a few minutes."
"Thank You."
At just that moment, a dark burly man approached them.
"Dr. Benton." The clerk called, and Dr. Benton looked up.
"These two officers were looking for you."
"Thanks Jerry." Dr. Benton said.
"What can I do for you?" The surgeon asked.
"We need to speak to you in private, Dr. Benton." Johansson said.
"Alright, we can go to the lounge." Peter said.
Dr. Weaver chose that moment to walk over.
"Is there a problem officer's?" she asked.
"Who are you?" Garson questioned.
"I'm Dr. Kerry Weaver, Chief of the ER."
Johansson, stole a glance at her partner, he nodded subtlety.
"Then I believe that we will need to tell you also Dr. Weaver."
The petite doctor nodded.
As soon as the door was closed Officer Johansson, began to speak,
"We need to speak to you concerning one of your students."
Dr. Benton nodded, not liking the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach "Alright."
"A few hours ago, we got a call about a car that had been found over an embankment, we arrived on the scene; there was one person at the scene ." She paused.
"He had with him a hospital lab jacket, that I.D.'s him as Jonathan T. Carter; he was dead on arrival to the scene. We tried to get into contact with his family, but there was no answer, so we found his file and we figured that someone here could come down to Mercy and identify the body."
"Oh my God." Kerry gasped.
"I'm sorry." Officer Johansson whispered.
Kerry sat heavily in a chair, and Peter gripped the back of it, hard, his eyes suspiciously bright.
He took a deep breath, "Alright, I'll go and... identify, the. the body."
"Thank you." Officer Johansson said gently.
Kerry stood up, "I'll go and tell everyone the news." She whispered tearfully.
They left the lounge; Peter followed the officers to the door, and paused as Kerry tried to get everyone's attention.
"Could everyone listen for a moment?" She said barely keeping a sob out of her voice. Everyone looked at her, confused as to why she was so upset.
"I have just been told by these two officers that, Dr. John Carter has been killed in a car accident. He was dead on arrival to the scene."
There were a few startled gasps from the gathered staff.
"Dr. Benton has been asked to go down and identify the. the body." Kerry continued.
"Let's go Dr. Benton." Officer Johansson said, and they walked out the door.
On the ride there, Officer Garson explained to the surgeon how it would be.
"He was thrown through the windshield, we found him about ten feet away from the car. It. it might seem a little.scary, but we need you to do this."
Peter only nodded.
They stood in the morgue at Southside Hospital, and Peter stood in front of the table where the Medical Examiner waited to pull the sheet down away from Carter's face.
Peter held his breath, trying to keep his emotions under control. The M.E. pulled down the sheet, and Peter stared, his eyes wide in shock, he turned to the two officers that stood next to him, and let out a breath.
"It isn't him."
"What?" Officer Garson said and looked down at the body as if expecting it to say something.
"That isn't John Carter." Peter said.
"This is the body we found." Officer Johansson said and looked at her partner for confirmation.
"I'm telling you that it's not him, Carter's eyes are brown, not green, and he's shorter then this guy." Peter stated.
"Hmmm. then who is he?" Officer Garson asked to no one in particular.
They all stared at the body lying on the table in front of them.
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Brown eyes opened, and a young man squinted, trying to get his vision to focus, he gazed around the room, taking in its familiar white walls; a hospital room, he hated the color white, it always seemed so impersonal. He knew he wasn't at County, how he knew, he couldn't say, he supposed it was from working there so long.
No, he had to focus. What had happened how had he come to be in this place? He reached up to scratch his head, as he felt an itch, but then he realized that he couldn't there was a bandage in his way, his slender hand fell back to the bed as he gazed at the heart monitor, he could see the thin lines that moved in rhythm to his heart beat, but something felt wrong, then it hit him, he couldn't hear the steady beeping of the machine. And he began to feel the panic building with in him.
He froze as he felt hands grab at him, and memories of what had happened came back to him in a rush.
Getting cornered by his jeep by the gunman.the terrifying drive.the crash. But what happened after that? How had he come to be in this place? He had a good reason for why he couldn't hear he probably had received head trauma. But was it permanent?
He forced his focus back to what was going on around him.
He looked around the room, seeing that he was calm, the doctor and nurses, cautiously let go of him. The young woman, John assumed that she was a doctor by her white coat, gave him a gentle smile.
She said something to him, but as he was never good at lip reading he wasn't exactly sure of what she had said. She looked at him perplexed, then at his chart, then back at him.
"Can you understand me?" She said, at least that's what John thought she said, he nodded, then put his hand to his ear, and shook his head.
She turned to the nurses, and a few moments later they were wheeling him out of the room.
The doctor handed him a pad of paper, with something written on it.
I'm Dr. Ellis. You were in an accident. Can you tell me your name?
John read it, and when she handed him a pen he wrote,
I'm Dr. John Carter, what hospital am I at?
She read the note then looked at him surprised.
You're at St. Agnes Mercy Hospital; we're taking you down for a head C.T. Is there anyone you want me to call? She wrote.
John thought for a moment, his parents were in Italy, and Gamma and his Grandfather were in Germany. That ruled out any family. He thought harshly.
He finally thought of someone to call, and wrote down the names and number.
Her eyes scanned the paper, she nodded, and handed it to one of the nurses with instructions, the nurse quickly left. She made her way to the admit desk and picked up the phone, quickly dialing the number, a voice on the other end answered saying "This is County Hospital..."
Is it any good? Send me reviews!! Please? I'll keep up the story if anybody wants me to.
Oh, and one more not, the sequel to Intuition that I was planning to write? Sorry but it doesn't look like it's gonna happen, unless someone wants to co-write it with me, I just don't have enough idea's to write the story by myself.
Well this is the first chapter, tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is accepted, but all flames will be thrown into a dark abyss, and never heard from again, ever.
By: Tsuki no Lomelinde
Summary: A young doctor is involved in a serious accident, will it ruin his career? Or will he persevere, and not let anything, not even what some people consider a handicap stand in his way.
Characters: JC, PB, Cast
This is my second ER story, set back right after the episode "Post Mortem"- where Carter confronts Benton about his lack of emotion to the death of Dennis Gant.
Blah, blah, blah, I don't own any of these characters. You know the drill And now I say 'On with the story!!!!!'
Carter stood by his jeep, digging through his pockets, then his brief case in search of the keys to his jeep, he'd just gotten off a 12 hour shift; he'd been covering the ER. Dennis's shift, and the memorial service; now he had to go back to the apartment, alone, Abby was gone, Dennis was gone, and Benton pretended like nothing had ever happened. So where did that leave him?
Carter's search for his keys paused for a moment as he remembered his teacher's attitude, that day. Cold and uncaring.
Just as his fingers grasped the keys, he heard a click, and a voice whisper, "Don't move or I'll shoot ya."
Carter froze, his breath catching in his throat.
"Go over to the other side of the car, and get in, and don't say a word, or your life won't be worth anything."
Carter nodded shakily, and with the gun still aimed at his head, he moved around to the other side of the car, and got in, his attacker got in the driver's side, and started the car. Carter studied his assailant, trying to get as many details as possible, the man had deep green eyes, dark brown hair and he was a good three inches taller then the young doctor.
"We're gonna go for a little ride, Dr. Carter." The man said.
Carter's eyes widened, how did this man know his name? He couldn't remember seeing him anywhere?
The man smirked, and they pulled out of County's parking garage, and drove off into the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The officer trudged into the hospital, dreading her task, even though it was part of her job, her partner gave her a reassuring pat on the back
"You can do it Johansson." He said confidently.
She nodded slightly. "I hope so."
The ER was crowded, and the two officers had trouble making their way to the Admit desk.
The desk clerk looked up, he was a tall burly looking man; the officer's partner nudged her.
"I'm Officer Johansson, and this is my partner."
"Officer Garson." He interrupted.
"Yes, we're looking for Dr. Benton, one of the resident surgeons here."
"Uhhh, sure, he's in with a trauma, he'll be with you in a few minutes."
"Thank You."
At just that moment, a dark burly man approached them.
"Dr. Benton." The clerk called, and Dr. Benton looked up.
"These two officers were looking for you."
"Thanks Jerry." Dr. Benton said.
"What can I do for you?" The surgeon asked.
"We need to speak to you in private, Dr. Benton." Johansson said.
"Alright, we can go to the lounge." Peter said.
Dr. Weaver chose that moment to walk over.
"Is there a problem officer's?" she asked.
"Who are you?" Garson questioned.
"I'm Dr. Kerry Weaver, Chief of the ER."
Johansson, stole a glance at her partner, he nodded subtlety.
"Then I believe that we will need to tell you also Dr. Weaver."
The petite doctor nodded.
As soon as the door was closed Officer Johansson, began to speak,
"We need to speak to you concerning one of your students."
Dr. Benton nodded, not liking the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach "Alright."
"A few hours ago, we got a call about a car that had been found over an embankment, we arrived on the scene; there was one person at the scene ." She paused.
"He had with him a hospital lab jacket, that I.D.'s him as Jonathan T. Carter; he was dead on arrival to the scene. We tried to get into contact with his family, but there was no answer, so we found his file and we figured that someone here could come down to Mercy and identify the body."
"Oh my God." Kerry gasped.
"I'm sorry." Officer Johansson whispered.
Kerry sat heavily in a chair, and Peter gripped the back of it, hard, his eyes suspiciously bright.
He took a deep breath, "Alright, I'll go and... identify, the. the body."
"Thank you." Officer Johansson said gently.
Kerry stood up, "I'll go and tell everyone the news." She whispered tearfully.
They left the lounge; Peter followed the officers to the door, and paused as Kerry tried to get everyone's attention.
"Could everyone listen for a moment?" She said barely keeping a sob out of her voice. Everyone looked at her, confused as to why she was so upset.
"I have just been told by these two officers that, Dr. John Carter has been killed in a car accident. He was dead on arrival to the scene."
There were a few startled gasps from the gathered staff.
"Dr. Benton has been asked to go down and identify the. the body." Kerry continued.
"Let's go Dr. Benton." Officer Johansson said, and they walked out the door.
On the ride there, Officer Garson explained to the surgeon how it would be.
"He was thrown through the windshield, we found him about ten feet away from the car. It. it might seem a little.scary, but we need you to do this."
Peter only nodded.
They stood in the morgue at Southside Hospital, and Peter stood in front of the table where the Medical Examiner waited to pull the sheet down away from Carter's face.
Peter held his breath, trying to keep his emotions under control. The M.E. pulled down the sheet, and Peter stared, his eyes wide in shock, he turned to the two officers that stood next to him, and let out a breath.
"It isn't him."
"What?" Officer Garson said and looked down at the body as if expecting it to say something.
"That isn't John Carter." Peter said.
"This is the body we found." Officer Johansson said and looked at her partner for confirmation.
"I'm telling you that it's not him, Carter's eyes are brown, not green, and he's shorter then this guy." Peter stated.
"Hmmm. then who is he?" Officer Garson asked to no one in particular.
They all stared at the body lying on the table in front of them.
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Brown eyes opened, and a young man squinted, trying to get his vision to focus, he gazed around the room, taking in its familiar white walls; a hospital room, he hated the color white, it always seemed so impersonal. He knew he wasn't at County, how he knew, he couldn't say, he supposed it was from working there so long.
No, he had to focus. What had happened how had he come to be in this place? He reached up to scratch his head, as he felt an itch, but then he realized that he couldn't there was a bandage in his way, his slender hand fell back to the bed as he gazed at the heart monitor, he could see the thin lines that moved in rhythm to his heart beat, but something felt wrong, then it hit him, he couldn't hear the steady beeping of the machine. And he began to feel the panic building with in him.
He froze as he felt hands grab at him, and memories of what had happened came back to him in a rush.
Getting cornered by his jeep by the gunman.the terrifying drive.the crash. But what happened after that? How had he come to be in this place? He had a good reason for why he couldn't hear he probably had received head trauma. But was it permanent?
He forced his focus back to what was going on around him.
He looked around the room, seeing that he was calm, the doctor and nurses, cautiously let go of him. The young woman, John assumed that she was a doctor by her white coat, gave him a gentle smile.
She said something to him, but as he was never good at lip reading he wasn't exactly sure of what she had said. She looked at him perplexed, then at his chart, then back at him.
"Can you understand me?" She said, at least that's what John thought she said, he nodded, then put his hand to his ear, and shook his head.
She turned to the nurses, and a few moments later they were wheeling him out of the room.
The doctor handed him a pad of paper, with something written on it.
I'm Dr. Ellis. You were in an accident. Can you tell me your name?
John read it, and when she handed him a pen he wrote,
I'm Dr. John Carter, what hospital am I at?
She read the note then looked at him surprised.
You're at St. Agnes Mercy Hospital; we're taking you down for a head C.T. Is there anyone you want me to call? She wrote.
John thought for a moment, his parents were in Italy, and Gamma and his Grandfather were in Germany. That ruled out any family. He thought harshly.
He finally thought of someone to call, and wrote down the names and number.
Her eyes scanned the paper, she nodded, and handed it to one of the nurses with instructions, the nurse quickly left. She made her way to the admit desk and picked up the phone, quickly dialing the number, a voice on the other end answered saying "This is County Hospital..."
Is it any good? Send me reviews!! Please? I'll keep up the story if anybody wants me to.
Oh, and one more not, the sequel to Intuition that I was planning to write? Sorry but it doesn't look like it's gonna happen, unless someone wants to co-write it with me, I just don't have enough idea's to write the story by myself.
Well this is the first chapter, tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is accepted, but all flames will be thrown into a dark abyss, and never heard from again, ever.