Hi everybody! Sorry it took a week to update. I'll try to be faster. Although I promise it will never take longer than a week to update. Until, that is, I get near the end. You see, I've written all of it except the end because I want to know if you want a sequel or just fix everything in this one story. I'll poll everyone when I get to that part! ^_^ You don't have to tell me just yet! ^_^ Here's personal thanks to the people who reviewed:
Adsh: Good, I'm glad you thought it was okay to let Jesse go. And you were right, it thickened the plot as you will see soon! ^_^ In fact, you're right about a lot of things… Very good! ^_^
DMFAN: I'm glad it met your approval! lol Hey, take your time updating! (to a certain extent, of course! lol) Yeah, I had to do some research for this chapter. It was really interesting reading about all these long medical words! I tried to keep it at a minimum, though! ^_^
StrangePinguin: Wow. Thanks for your praise! ^_^ It was from reading stories such as yours that helped me develop my writing style to fit the DM characters. It's nice to know it worked! ^_^
Mellon-nin: Oh, do not worry. Your review is very much appreciated! ^_^ Although you many reviews make the number of them go quite high. It makes it seem like my story is very popular! ^_^ Thank you for doing so! lol
Britt-Angel: I must apologize for my slowness for getting the poem done. Cursed homework! lol But I am glad you are back on the boards! ^_^ You were very missed! ^_^
Hope everyone likes this chapter! Although, I will warn you. My "villain's" dialogue leaves something to be desired. I apologize for that. I tried fixing it, but it just got worse. So my excuse is that he is so crazed with sadness, that he says really stupid things. Once again, I am sorry. Please don't hurt me…
Chapter 4
It was a miracle that he didn't crash Jesse thought as he reached for his apartment key. The events of the day were starting to take a toll on him. Slowly, he opened the door, and turned on the lights to find George Gable, the janitor, in his living room on his couch. Jesse blinked again, not believing the sight before him. George's normal peppy gaze was hard and cold as he stared at Jesse.
"Dr. Travis." George said darkly. He continued to stare at Jesse; blinking was his only movement.
"G.. George," Jesse stuttered. "What are you doing in my apartment?" George smirked.
"You don't recognize me, do you, Dr. Travis?" George slowly started to get up.
"I… I don't understand." Jesse stuttered again.
"Do you remember a case 6 months ago from this day?" George started off, slowly inching towards Jesse with menace. "A car had slipped on the road and had been hit by a semi. The woman in the car sat out in the cold for 3 HOURS!" George yelled, turning red. "Community General's lousy ambulance didn't get there until 3 HOURS AFTER THE RECK! Kris.. I mean the woman was 'rushed' into the emergency room. Severe concussion, both legs broken, hypothermia." George stepped closer with each injury. "You 'did all you could'" He said mocking Jesse. "Well she died!" He yelled again, on the verge of tears. "18 days before Christmas! 18 days before she was supposed to get married. And you took all that away from her." George's voice was a whisper now. "And do you know who her fiancé was?" Jesse knew, but didn't answer. "ME!" George screamed, now a foot from Jesse's face. "So," George said, backing away from Jesse. "I became a janitor. First for fast food restaurants, slowly moving my way up. And now, I'm a janitor for Community General. Every day I put on the uniform, I couldn't stand it! I couldn't believe that I was representing the hospital that killed Kristy. But revenge is sweet. Oh, Dr. Travis. Revenge is sweet." George snarled. "It was so easy, too. Get the spare driver's license from your glove box to figure out where you lived. Copy your key from your locker while you were manning a double shift. Coming to your apartment and poisoning your food. You make it so easy, Dr. Travis."
Jesse could have hit himself for not noticing. He remembered all right. George was irate with sadness. He even threatened Jesse that he would kill him. Jesse never knew he really meant it.
"George," Jesse tried to reason, finally finding his voice again. "She was too far gone. No matter who treated her, she would have died anyway."
"Don't say that!" George screamed, a few stray tears running down his cheeks.
"It's true," Jesse tried again, slowly walking towards George. "Her intracranial pressure was too great. She was in a coma immediately after the crash!"
"How dare you!" George screamed again, his face becoming even redder. "She would be alive if it wasn't for you!" Jesse didn't have a chance to respond. George picked up a vase that was sitting on the coffee table by the couch, and crashed it on the back of Jesse's head. The vase shattered as Jesse slumped to the floor, unconscious.
"Don't mess with a revengeful man, Dr. Travis." George whispered. He then scooped Jesse up from under the shoulders, and dragged him to his black car waiting outside the emergency exit. After shoving Jesse into his trunk, George sped away. He looked at his watch; 11:20. Perfect, he thought smiling to himself.
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"Jesse?" Mark knocked on the door again. Must be asleep he thought as he unlocked the door, and walked in. "Hey Jess! I've brought lunch."
"Jesse?" Amanda asked, walking in after Mark. She was anxious to see how her friend was doing. Steve walked in after both of them and shut the door.
"Hey, why'da stop?" Steve asked after Mark and Amanda stopped walking in front of the couch. Steve walked around to find a vase smashed on the floor.
"His father gave him that," Amanda said as she bent down to pick up the pieces.
"Stop!" Steve said before she touched it. "I know how sensitive Jesse was about his dad lately. I don't think he would do this, even if he was mad at him."
"Sensitive about his dad?" Amanda asked, looking at Mark.
"His dad forgot his birthday." Mark explained.
"So where's Jesse?" Amanda asked, coming back to the original problem. Mark got up to look in his bedroom, and Amanda went into the kitchen.
"He's not here." Mark announced.
"I know." Amanda said worriedly. "But his car is."
"I'm going to take these pieces to the lab. I bet whoever took Jesse also broke this." Steve said, using a tissue to pick up the pieces to put in his pocket. Suddenly, the TV flickered on. Who was on there surprised Mark and Amanda. It was George Gable the janitor.
"Hello Dr. Sloan, Dr. Bentley, and Lt. Sloan." George said smirking. "As you can guess by now, that I have the person your looking for." George stepped aside to reveal Jesse tied to a chair slumped. He had a gash on the left side of his forehead, and a black eye was forming around his left eye. Jesse's scrubs hid the rest of his injuries. George stepped back into view, his eyes bloodshot, his grin insane.
"Doesn't look so good, now does he? Let me tell you a story. Once there was a beautiful woman named Kristy. She was hit by a semi. She was brought into Community General, where Dr. Travis here," He motioned to Jesse, "treated her. But he wasn't good enough. She died. And you know what? She was engaged. Guess to whom? Me! But now she's dead, and so I live wretchedly ever after. But not anymore. Now, there is revenge." George smiled wildly again, taking pleasure from the pain he knew he was giving Jesse and his friends. "Now, you will know what I have gone through. Am still going through. So let this be a lesson to you, Dr. Sloan. Let's hope you never do this to Steve." Mark frowned. How did this have anything to do with him and Steve? "Because the person driving the semi was Dane Travis." The camera zoomed out to reveal Dane also tied to a chair. Startled, Jesse looked over at his father. He hadn't seen him when he had first come in because it was dimly lighted and Dane said nothing. But now, he could see clearly.
"I've kept Dane here for a month, trying to get Jesse. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't have them both. But now, I can enforce the pain on him that he enforced on me by killing his son." This got no reaction from Dane, but it did from Jesse's friends.
"No!" Amanda yelled. Steve gasped. Mark stared coldly at George. Two men behind him roughly yanked Jesse upright in his chair. George pulled out a gun.
"Don't worry," He said, "I'm not going to kill him now. Not yet. Instead, I'm going to have a little fun." He cocked the gun. He aimed and shot; it hit Jesse in the right shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Better hurry, Sloan." George threatened, turning back to the camera. "I lose my temper easily." With that, the camera was shut off, and the 3 were left staring at a black screen.
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See? HORRIBLE dialogue for George! But like I said, it is because he is a madman. And because I'm not as good of a writer as others. (Not trying to be mean to myself or anything, but just wanted to state a fact! lol You should know I rarely take myself seriously! ^_^) Luckily, George doesn't talk much after this, so you won't have to go through something like that again! lol Well, with that said, please review!! ^_^
Adsh: Good, I'm glad you thought it was okay to let Jesse go. And you were right, it thickened the plot as you will see soon! ^_^ In fact, you're right about a lot of things… Very good! ^_^
DMFAN: I'm glad it met your approval! lol Hey, take your time updating! (to a certain extent, of course! lol) Yeah, I had to do some research for this chapter. It was really interesting reading about all these long medical words! I tried to keep it at a minimum, though! ^_^
StrangePinguin: Wow. Thanks for your praise! ^_^ It was from reading stories such as yours that helped me develop my writing style to fit the DM characters. It's nice to know it worked! ^_^
Mellon-nin: Oh, do not worry. Your review is very much appreciated! ^_^ Although you many reviews make the number of them go quite high. It makes it seem like my story is very popular! ^_^ Thank you for doing so! lol
Britt-Angel: I must apologize for my slowness for getting the poem done. Cursed homework! lol But I am glad you are back on the boards! ^_^ You were very missed! ^_^
Hope everyone likes this chapter! Although, I will warn you. My "villain's" dialogue leaves something to be desired. I apologize for that. I tried fixing it, but it just got worse. So my excuse is that he is so crazed with sadness, that he says really stupid things. Once again, I am sorry. Please don't hurt me…
Chapter 4
It was a miracle that he didn't crash Jesse thought as he reached for his apartment key. The events of the day were starting to take a toll on him. Slowly, he opened the door, and turned on the lights to find George Gable, the janitor, in his living room on his couch. Jesse blinked again, not believing the sight before him. George's normal peppy gaze was hard and cold as he stared at Jesse.
"Dr. Travis." George said darkly. He continued to stare at Jesse; blinking was his only movement.
"G.. George," Jesse stuttered. "What are you doing in my apartment?" George smirked.
"You don't recognize me, do you, Dr. Travis?" George slowly started to get up.
"I… I don't understand." Jesse stuttered again.
"Do you remember a case 6 months ago from this day?" George started off, slowly inching towards Jesse with menace. "A car had slipped on the road and had been hit by a semi. The woman in the car sat out in the cold for 3 HOURS!" George yelled, turning red. "Community General's lousy ambulance didn't get there until 3 HOURS AFTER THE RECK! Kris.. I mean the woman was 'rushed' into the emergency room. Severe concussion, both legs broken, hypothermia." George stepped closer with each injury. "You 'did all you could'" He said mocking Jesse. "Well she died!" He yelled again, on the verge of tears. "18 days before Christmas! 18 days before she was supposed to get married. And you took all that away from her." George's voice was a whisper now. "And do you know who her fiancé was?" Jesse knew, but didn't answer. "ME!" George screamed, now a foot from Jesse's face. "So," George said, backing away from Jesse. "I became a janitor. First for fast food restaurants, slowly moving my way up. And now, I'm a janitor for Community General. Every day I put on the uniform, I couldn't stand it! I couldn't believe that I was representing the hospital that killed Kristy. But revenge is sweet. Oh, Dr. Travis. Revenge is sweet." George snarled. "It was so easy, too. Get the spare driver's license from your glove box to figure out where you lived. Copy your key from your locker while you were manning a double shift. Coming to your apartment and poisoning your food. You make it so easy, Dr. Travis."
Jesse could have hit himself for not noticing. He remembered all right. George was irate with sadness. He even threatened Jesse that he would kill him. Jesse never knew he really meant it.
"George," Jesse tried to reason, finally finding his voice again. "She was too far gone. No matter who treated her, she would have died anyway."
"Don't say that!" George screamed, a few stray tears running down his cheeks.
"It's true," Jesse tried again, slowly walking towards George. "Her intracranial pressure was too great. She was in a coma immediately after the crash!"
"How dare you!" George screamed again, his face becoming even redder. "She would be alive if it wasn't for you!" Jesse didn't have a chance to respond. George picked up a vase that was sitting on the coffee table by the couch, and crashed it on the back of Jesse's head. The vase shattered as Jesse slumped to the floor, unconscious.
"Don't mess with a revengeful man, Dr. Travis." George whispered. He then scooped Jesse up from under the shoulders, and dragged him to his black car waiting outside the emergency exit. After shoving Jesse into his trunk, George sped away. He looked at his watch; 11:20. Perfect, he thought smiling to himself.
*******
"Jesse?" Mark knocked on the door again. Must be asleep he thought as he unlocked the door, and walked in. "Hey Jess! I've brought lunch."
"Jesse?" Amanda asked, walking in after Mark. She was anxious to see how her friend was doing. Steve walked in after both of them and shut the door.
"Hey, why'da stop?" Steve asked after Mark and Amanda stopped walking in front of the couch. Steve walked around to find a vase smashed on the floor.
"His father gave him that," Amanda said as she bent down to pick up the pieces.
"Stop!" Steve said before she touched it. "I know how sensitive Jesse was about his dad lately. I don't think he would do this, even if he was mad at him."
"Sensitive about his dad?" Amanda asked, looking at Mark.
"His dad forgot his birthday." Mark explained.
"So where's Jesse?" Amanda asked, coming back to the original problem. Mark got up to look in his bedroom, and Amanda went into the kitchen.
"He's not here." Mark announced.
"I know." Amanda said worriedly. "But his car is."
"I'm going to take these pieces to the lab. I bet whoever took Jesse also broke this." Steve said, using a tissue to pick up the pieces to put in his pocket. Suddenly, the TV flickered on. Who was on there surprised Mark and Amanda. It was George Gable the janitor.
"Hello Dr. Sloan, Dr. Bentley, and Lt. Sloan." George said smirking. "As you can guess by now, that I have the person your looking for." George stepped aside to reveal Jesse tied to a chair slumped. He had a gash on the left side of his forehead, and a black eye was forming around his left eye. Jesse's scrubs hid the rest of his injuries. George stepped back into view, his eyes bloodshot, his grin insane.
"Doesn't look so good, now does he? Let me tell you a story. Once there was a beautiful woman named Kristy. She was hit by a semi. She was brought into Community General, where Dr. Travis here," He motioned to Jesse, "treated her. But he wasn't good enough. She died. And you know what? She was engaged. Guess to whom? Me! But now she's dead, and so I live wretchedly ever after. But not anymore. Now, there is revenge." George smiled wildly again, taking pleasure from the pain he knew he was giving Jesse and his friends. "Now, you will know what I have gone through. Am still going through. So let this be a lesson to you, Dr. Sloan. Let's hope you never do this to Steve." Mark frowned. How did this have anything to do with him and Steve? "Because the person driving the semi was Dane Travis." The camera zoomed out to reveal Dane also tied to a chair. Startled, Jesse looked over at his father. He hadn't seen him when he had first come in because it was dimly lighted and Dane said nothing. But now, he could see clearly.
"I've kept Dane here for a month, trying to get Jesse. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't have them both. But now, I can enforce the pain on him that he enforced on me by killing his son." This got no reaction from Dane, but it did from Jesse's friends.
"No!" Amanda yelled. Steve gasped. Mark stared coldly at George. Two men behind him roughly yanked Jesse upright in his chair. George pulled out a gun.
"Don't worry," He said, "I'm not going to kill him now. Not yet. Instead, I'm going to have a little fun." He cocked the gun. He aimed and shot; it hit Jesse in the right shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Better hurry, Sloan." George threatened, turning back to the camera. "I lose my temper easily." With that, the camera was shut off, and the 3 were left staring at a black screen.
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See? HORRIBLE dialogue for George! But like I said, it is because he is a madman. And because I'm not as good of a writer as others. (Not trying to be mean to myself or anything, but just wanted to state a fact! lol You should know I rarely take myself seriously! ^_^) Luckily, George doesn't talk much after this, so you won't have to go through something like that again! lol Well, with that said, please review!! ^_^