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may day nor all in the family (this goes for all the chappies).
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Exam room 3, 11:46 p.m
Carter could feel the drug starting to kick in, he didn't know what it was but he knew it was very powerfull, he looked from one side to the other, his head moved in slow motion.
Deb saw this and pointed it out to Peter and Luka, they turned their heads to him.
''Carter...er..er'' Susan's voice echoed through Johns brain, he turned around to see 5 worried faces staring his way, he sighed heavily.
''What did you give to him?!'' Yelled Deb, tears forming in her eyes.
''Oh nothing, just a reminder...'' Dale chuckled at his dark joke.
Carter's eyelids fought to stay up, he blinked a couple of times to try and adjust his sorroundings but failed, everything was so damn blurry.
Dale squatted next to Carter and watched him, evily.
''I see it's kicking in, isn't it?'' He asked, not really expecting an answer.
Carter just concentrated on his breathing, as he looked down at him, a confused frown spread on his face.
''What did you give me?'' He whispered, his breathing became more laboured and his view more blurry.
Dale decided to be an ass, so he started his little game.
''Guess...'' He chuckled, Peter looked at him and narrowed his eyes, his mind was a complete mess, his feelings where a mixture between anger, disbelief, but mostly worry.
''What did you gave him Edson?'' Asked Peter, his anger taking over.
Susan and Deb where on the verge of tears, they where not ready for something like this at all, things had just startet to cool off.
''Oooh, you really wanna know...i'll give you clues, he has used in the past'' He said, happy his game was working.
''Fentanyl...'' Whispered Carter to himself, no more words escaped his mouth.
Peter heard that word and all he could think about was that night, that dreadful and painful night.
* Peter couldn't believe his eyes, Carter had just walked out on them.
''What are you doing'' Asked Peter, as an angry John took stuff from his locker.
''I don't need this, i've never needed this. I wanted to be a doctor, i wanted to help people, but i don't need their damn job'' He said, and started to walk away.
''Carter, you don't want to do this'' Added Peter, as Carter was halfway through the door.
''I'm not doing it, they are.'' He finished.
Carter stormed out of the hospital, Peter hot in his trail.
''Carter wait'' Said Peter.
''NO'' He simply said.
''Carter what are you gonna piss it all away?, everything you've worked for eight years of your life...'' He yelled still chasing him.
''They're the ones handing the ultimatums'' He excused.
''No ultimatums Carter, you're getting you're ass in that van.'' Yelled his mentor back.
''Like hell i am'' He said with a snort.
''You're not gonna do this'' He said.
''They tell you that i'm some kind of junkie and you believe them and come you come down and AMBUSH ME!!'' Yelled Carter, to his mentor as he stopped.
''Carter you're out of control man and if you can't see that i don't care but you are getting in that van'' Said Benton, as he grabbed Carter's arm and pushed him to the van.
''Get in the van'' He repeated, angrily.
''No'' Refused Carter.
''Get in the van'' Ordered Peter, as he continued trying to get him on the van.
''Don't touch me'' He said, totally out of himself.
''Get in the...'' Peter was interrupted, by an offended John.
''Don't touch me'' Ordered Carter.
''What is it in you man?, this week Fentanyl, next week you end up dead or worst like your cousin as some babbling gork in a nursing home...'' Peter was interrupted by a punch to the face.
''Carter look if you wanna fight that's cool man but you're getting you're ass in that van'' He finished, Carter eyes got teary, he tried to hold back the tears, but then gave in.
Benton embraced him and comforted him.
''It's alright man, it's alright Carter.'' *
Peter couldn't stand the fact that his best friend might end up like that again because of some low life asshole.
''You sick son of a bitch!!'' Yelled Peter, as he tried to get up and punch Edson, but couldn't, forgeting his restraints.
''Tst tst tst'' Said Dale, as he waved his index finger 'no', and pointing the 8mm gun at him.
''Standart procedure for cases like this it's to do no sudden movements Dr. Benton.'' Said Dale, as if he was teaching a lesson.
''Go to hell'' Whispered Peter, loud enough for Dale to hear.
''Oh no, the angry surgeon is mad at me'' Joked Dale.
Carter's breathing seemed to be loud enough to make Dale turn around and leave Peter alone.
''Dale, please, you can still do the right thing, just let us go so we can help Carter'' Explained Doug, they all nodded, except for Carter.
Dale looked at them, but stopped at Carter.
''What, you don't agree with your friends?'' Asked Dale, to a pale looking John.
Carter was panting, his mind was playing games on him, everything was in slow motion, and the voices just ecchoed through his head.
''Answer me!!'' Yelled Edson, his gun to the young doctors head.
''I agree...ha*swallow*ha...you should go to hell'' Said John, between breaths, a fake smile spread across his face.
This little comment of his didn't make Dale very happy so in the blink of an eye he hit John in the head with the back of the gun, and then placed it back to Carter's forehead, a clicking sound was heard.
*RING*
''Saved by the bell'' Said Edson to John, as he walked towards the ringing phone.
''Hello, Cook County General Hospital, how may i help you?'' Answered Edson, in a jolly tone.
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Exam room 3, 11:46 p.m
Carter could feel the drug starting to kick in, he didn't know what it was but he knew it was very powerfull, he looked from one side to the other, his head moved in slow motion.
Deb saw this and pointed it out to Peter and Luka, they turned their heads to him.
''Carter...er..er'' Susan's voice echoed through Johns brain, he turned around to see 5 worried faces staring his way, he sighed heavily.
''What did you give to him?!'' Yelled Deb, tears forming in her eyes.
''Oh nothing, just a reminder...'' Dale chuckled at his dark joke.
Carter's eyelids fought to stay up, he blinked a couple of times to try and adjust his sorroundings but failed, everything was so damn blurry.
Dale squatted next to Carter and watched him, evily.
''I see it's kicking in, isn't it?'' He asked, not really expecting an answer.
Carter just concentrated on his breathing, as he looked down at him, a confused frown spread on his face.
''What did you give me?'' He whispered, his breathing became more laboured and his view more blurry.
Dale decided to be an ass, so he started his little game.
''Guess...'' He chuckled, Peter looked at him and narrowed his eyes, his mind was a complete mess, his feelings where a mixture between anger, disbelief, but mostly worry.
''What did you gave him Edson?'' Asked Peter, his anger taking over.
Susan and Deb where on the verge of tears, they where not ready for something like this at all, things had just startet to cool off.
''Oooh, you really wanna know...i'll give you clues, he has used in the past'' He said, happy his game was working.
''Fentanyl...'' Whispered Carter to himself, no more words escaped his mouth.
Peter heard that word and all he could think about was that night, that dreadful and painful night.
* Peter couldn't believe his eyes, Carter had just walked out on them.
''What are you doing'' Asked Peter, as an angry John took stuff from his locker.
''I don't need this, i've never needed this. I wanted to be a doctor, i wanted to help people, but i don't need their damn job'' He said, and started to walk away.
''Carter, you don't want to do this'' Added Peter, as Carter was halfway through the door.
''I'm not doing it, they are.'' He finished.
Carter stormed out of the hospital, Peter hot in his trail.
''Carter wait'' Said Peter.
''NO'' He simply said.
''Carter what are you gonna piss it all away?, everything you've worked for eight years of your life...'' He yelled still chasing him.
''They're the ones handing the ultimatums'' He excused.
''No ultimatums Carter, you're getting you're ass in that van.'' Yelled his mentor back.
''Like hell i am'' He said with a snort.
''You're not gonna do this'' He said.
''They tell you that i'm some kind of junkie and you believe them and come you come down and AMBUSH ME!!'' Yelled Carter, to his mentor as he stopped.
''Carter you're out of control man and if you can't see that i don't care but you are getting in that van'' Said Benton, as he grabbed Carter's arm and pushed him to the van.
''Get in the van'' He repeated, angrily.
''No'' Refused Carter.
''Get in the van'' Ordered Peter, as he continued trying to get him on the van.
''Don't touch me'' He said, totally out of himself.
''Get in the...'' Peter was interrupted, by an offended John.
''Don't touch me'' Ordered Carter.
''What is it in you man?, this week Fentanyl, next week you end up dead or worst like your cousin as some babbling gork in a nursing home...'' Peter was interrupted by a punch to the face.
''Carter look if you wanna fight that's cool man but you're getting you're ass in that van'' He finished, Carter eyes got teary, he tried to hold back the tears, but then gave in.
Benton embraced him and comforted him.
''It's alright man, it's alright Carter.'' *
Peter couldn't stand the fact that his best friend might end up like that again because of some low life asshole.
''You sick son of a bitch!!'' Yelled Peter, as he tried to get up and punch Edson, but couldn't, forgeting his restraints.
''Tst tst tst'' Said Dale, as he waved his index finger 'no', and pointing the 8mm gun at him.
''Standart procedure for cases like this it's to do no sudden movements Dr. Benton.'' Said Dale, as if he was teaching a lesson.
''Go to hell'' Whispered Peter, loud enough for Dale to hear.
''Oh no, the angry surgeon is mad at me'' Joked Dale.
Carter's breathing seemed to be loud enough to make Dale turn around and leave Peter alone.
''Dale, please, you can still do the right thing, just let us go so we can help Carter'' Explained Doug, they all nodded, except for Carter.
Dale looked at them, but stopped at Carter.
''What, you don't agree with your friends?'' Asked Dale, to a pale looking John.
Carter was panting, his mind was playing games on him, everything was in slow motion, and the voices just ecchoed through his head.
''Answer me!!'' Yelled Edson, his gun to the young doctors head.
''I agree...ha*swallow*ha...you should go to hell'' Said John, between breaths, a fake smile spread across his face.
This little comment of his didn't make Dale very happy so in the blink of an eye he hit John in the head with the back of the gun, and then placed it back to Carter's forehead, a clicking sound was heard.
*RING*
''Saved by the bell'' Said Edson to John, as he walked towards the ringing phone.
''Hello, Cook County General Hospital, how may i help you?'' Answered Edson, in a jolly tone.
hi, did u like it....please keep reviewing, keep my writing energy up...please *winks* it's right about there (ala cartman)(i don't own him)
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