He stands in a small room, its nothing fancy, just a hospital room. Luckily
for him its not one that reminds him of where he use to work.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asks.
He cares, he sincerely cares. He went through years of not caring what happened to anyone. All he could think about was how he couldn't save those that he worked with, his friends; yet again he was unable to save the ones that he loved. His decision to walk away still laid heavily on his mind.
Along with the question of what would have happened had he not?
*Flashback:
"I'm sending one out to you," we heard a man yell from inside the room.
Was it wrong that while three of my colleagues were in that room, my concern was for Abby? Is my love for her reason enough to justify me wanting to see her walk out that door, fuck the rest of them?
I'm still not sure.
The police officers point their guns intently at the door, awaiting a trick, some sort of game; I guess they must see it a lot.
As the door opens I seem to hold my breath. Then I see him, Luka. Should I be happy that he's alive? Should I be glad that the man let one of them out? Even when it's not Abby?
I suppose I should.
"It's okay," Dr. Weaver says at some point, "he's a doctor here."
Upon hearing this the officers lower their guns and allow Weaver to walk over to Luka.
"How many people are in there?" one of the officers asked.
Luka looked at me, I was ready for the worst, when he said, "Abby wants you too know that she loves you."
"What?" I ask hoping that he doesn't mean that she's dead. She's never said those words to me.
*Present:
"Dr. Carter she's losing a lot of blood," Chuny says.
They're in Trauma two working to save a life. The life of an 18 year old who got caught in the wrong place at absolutely the wrong time.
Carter was distracted today, but that wouldn't stop him, didn't stop him from doing everything possible to save the young girls life.
There were cases that he couldn't work on. Cases that came too close, but they understood that. He never would pretend.
*Flashback:
"So beautiful, what's your name?" he asked. His voice was even, his tone was flat, and it came out as a whisper.
I just stood there shaking, staring at the doors that Luka just walked through. Tears falling freely now, I was alone. I was going to die.
He still had his arm tightly wrapped around me, and I could still feel the pressure of the gun at the side of my head, and I knew I had to answer him, but I just couldn't speak.
"Hey girly, I asked what is your name?" he repeated while slamming me up against the wall of the trauma room.
"Abby," I whispered.
"Abby," he whispered back, "That's a pretty name."
He quickly spun me around so that my back was pressed up against the wall, and he pinned my hands above my head.
That was the moment that I knew that what he was going to do was far worse then just killing me.
*Present:
The phone rings, and rings, until finally the machine picks up, "hi, it's Abby, leave a message."
"Abby, it's Erik, I guess I couldn't catch you before you left for the airport. Let me know when you guys get home."
The message was recorded, but it would be a while before it was heard.
*Flashback:
"She's not.dead?" Carter chokes out.
"No," I reply and I see hope flash in his eyes.
"Thank God," Carter whispers. I don't have the heart to tell him that it's not over yet, but I guess I already know that he knows.
"Jing-Mei?" Susan's voice cracks.
"It was my fault," I say quietly. It was, I didn't stop, that's all he wanted. But no, I didn't stop.
"Oh, no," Susan and Kerry seem to cry at the same time.
Carter seems to realize the situation before the rest of them. I see it the second he realizes that Abby's in there alone. His face seems to darkens, and the look he gives me would normally make me wish I were dead; unfortunately it fails, because I already did.
"You left her in there alone!" he screams at me.
I don't defend myself; I can't defend myself.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asks.
He cares, he sincerely cares. He went through years of not caring what happened to anyone. All he could think about was how he couldn't save those that he worked with, his friends; yet again he was unable to save the ones that he loved. His decision to walk away still laid heavily on his mind.
Along with the question of what would have happened had he not?
*Flashback:
"I'm sending one out to you," we heard a man yell from inside the room.
Was it wrong that while three of my colleagues were in that room, my concern was for Abby? Is my love for her reason enough to justify me wanting to see her walk out that door, fuck the rest of them?
I'm still not sure.
The police officers point their guns intently at the door, awaiting a trick, some sort of game; I guess they must see it a lot.
As the door opens I seem to hold my breath. Then I see him, Luka. Should I be happy that he's alive? Should I be glad that the man let one of them out? Even when it's not Abby?
I suppose I should.
"It's okay," Dr. Weaver says at some point, "he's a doctor here."
Upon hearing this the officers lower their guns and allow Weaver to walk over to Luka.
"How many people are in there?" one of the officers asked.
Luka looked at me, I was ready for the worst, when he said, "Abby wants you too know that she loves you."
"What?" I ask hoping that he doesn't mean that she's dead. She's never said those words to me.
*Present:
"Dr. Carter she's losing a lot of blood," Chuny says.
They're in Trauma two working to save a life. The life of an 18 year old who got caught in the wrong place at absolutely the wrong time.
Carter was distracted today, but that wouldn't stop him, didn't stop him from doing everything possible to save the young girls life.
There were cases that he couldn't work on. Cases that came too close, but they understood that. He never would pretend.
*Flashback:
"So beautiful, what's your name?" he asked. His voice was even, his tone was flat, and it came out as a whisper.
I just stood there shaking, staring at the doors that Luka just walked through. Tears falling freely now, I was alone. I was going to die.
He still had his arm tightly wrapped around me, and I could still feel the pressure of the gun at the side of my head, and I knew I had to answer him, but I just couldn't speak.
"Hey girly, I asked what is your name?" he repeated while slamming me up against the wall of the trauma room.
"Abby," I whispered.
"Abby," he whispered back, "That's a pretty name."
He quickly spun me around so that my back was pressed up against the wall, and he pinned my hands above my head.
That was the moment that I knew that what he was going to do was far worse then just killing me.
*Present:
The phone rings, and rings, until finally the machine picks up, "hi, it's Abby, leave a message."
"Abby, it's Erik, I guess I couldn't catch you before you left for the airport. Let me know when you guys get home."
The message was recorded, but it would be a while before it was heard.
*Flashback:
"She's not.dead?" Carter chokes out.
"No," I reply and I see hope flash in his eyes.
"Thank God," Carter whispers. I don't have the heart to tell him that it's not over yet, but I guess I already know that he knows.
"Jing-Mei?" Susan's voice cracks.
"It was my fault," I say quietly. It was, I didn't stop, that's all he wanted. But no, I didn't stop.
"Oh, no," Susan and Kerry seem to cry at the same time.
Carter seems to realize the situation before the rest of them. I see it the second he realizes that Abby's in there alone. His face seems to darkens, and the look he gives me would normally make me wish I were dead; unfortunately it fails, because I already did.
"You left her in there alone!" he screams at me.
I don't defend myself; I can't defend myself.