Authors Note- This chapter is from James (the socail workers) Point of view, give it a read...please review :)
Chapter 2
James P O V
I usually don't do this, travel around to find parents for one of my cases. Acton is different, he's stayed strong these last couple of years. He's a good kid, smart. He needs a family though, even if its not his blood. Lucky for me I have managed to find someone who could be him blood relative. I button my coat up, its quite windy here in Chicago today. I am going to a hospital. "Excuse me sir?" The hot dog vendor looks up at me.
"Yes." He says grouchily.
"Uh- I was wondering can you tell me how I get to County hospital?" He wipes his hand across his forehead, breathing loudly. "Straight down." He says pointing to the long street. I start walking, I really hope I can find this guy, I mean Acton is so anxious ever since I told him that I may have found his father. He started asking me questions sadly I could not answer them. I stand in the ambulance bay looking at the hospital, "Cook County Hospital" I walk towards the main entrance. The doors open for me and I walk in, there is a lot of yelling, I have not even gotten in touch with the man I am trying to find, I just decided I needed to come down here. I was given the okay by my boss and here I stand. I walk towards the desk, I see a large man standing there. "Hello."
"Hi." He says pleasantly.
"Uh- I am looking..." I start but am cut off by a doctor rushing in through the doors.
"Jerry, what ones open?" A blond lady asks.
"Uh- two." He stammers. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I am looking for a Doctor, I believe he works here."
"Well, you're going to have to be a bit more specific a lot of doctors work here." I dig into my pocket and find the name I am looking for. "A Dr. John Carter."
"Uh yeah Dr. Carter, he's with a patient let me see if I can get him." I nod, as he starts to back away from me. "Oh- who are you?" He squints.
"James Lipton, from Social Services in Minnesota" I explain. The big man, Jerry, nods at me and walks towards the room that I am assuming is where Dr. Carter is. I stand watching the hospital many people are yelling and screaming, so he works at a county hospital, he probably does not have enough time or money to support a young boy, I will talk to him anyways. I scan the area and see Jerry coming back. "Uh- he wants you to leave your number and he'll talk to the foundation." He answers.
"Foundation?" I push.
"Yeah- He said he will call you." Jerry says trying to get rid of me and back to his work.
"Well, I have no clue what foundation he is talking about." I respond.
"You want money right?" He asks.
"NO!" He says shaking my head.
"Oh."
"I want Dr. Carter-" I yell. I see a tall man with dark brown hair, walking towards me. "Look Sir leave your card with Jerry." He says pushing by Jerry.
"Dr. Carter?"
"Yes?" He says angry.
"I need to speak to you." I say firmly.
"Look I'm really busy." He flips through some charts, seeming quite disinterested.
"I have been calling you for two weeks." I answer rudely.
"I said-"
"Dr. Carter- I don't want your money," He looks at me surprised. "Did or do you know an Abigail Wycenzki or Lockhart?" A look of shock, and pain comes over his face. He swallows hard. "What about her?" I can tell I've hit a soft spot.
"Can we talk some where private?" I ask a lot nicer then before. He nods and leads me into what I am assuming is the Doctors Lounge. We sit down at the table. He looks me squarely in the eyes. "What about Abby?"
"Five years ago, well almost six now, she brought in a little boy to our facility in Minnesota where she was presumably living at the time. She left, and we have not been able to contact her for the last six years." I explain, he nods looking quite confused.
"This has to do with?" He asks, now interested.
"Yes, Acton, that's the boys name is now eight years old." he nods again. "Dr. Carter, Acton's birth name was Acton John Wycenzki Carter." He gets it, breathing deeply and running his hands through his hair. "I have a son." He whispers
Chapter 2
James P O V
I usually don't do this, travel around to find parents for one of my cases. Acton is different, he's stayed strong these last couple of years. He's a good kid, smart. He needs a family though, even if its not his blood. Lucky for me I have managed to find someone who could be him blood relative. I button my coat up, its quite windy here in Chicago today. I am going to a hospital. "Excuse me sir?" The hot dog vendor looks up at me.
"Yes." He says grouchily.
"Uh- I was wondering can you tell me how I get to County hospital?" He wipes his hand across his forehead, breathing loudly. "Straight down." He says pointing to the long street. I start walking, I really hope I can find this guy, I mean Acton is so anxious ever since I told him that I may have found his father. He started asking me questions sadly I could not answer them. I stand in the ambulance bay looking at the hospital, "Cook County Hospital" I walk towards the main entrance. The doors open for me and I walk in, there is a lot of yelling, I have not even gotten in touch with the man I am trying to find, I just decided I needed to come down here. I was given the okay by my boss and here I stand. I walk towards the desk, I see a large man standing there. "Hello."
"Hi." He says pleasantly.
"Uh- I am looking..." I start but am cut off by a doctor rushing in through the doors.
"Jerry, what ones open?" A blond lady asks.
"Uh- two." He stammers. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I am looking for a Doctor, I believe he works here."
"Well, you're going to have to be a bit more specific a lot of doctors work here." I dig into my pocket and find the name I am looking for. "A Dr. John Carter."
"Uh yeah Dr. Carter, he's with a patient let me see if I can get him." I nod, as he starts to back away from me. "Oh- who are you?" He squints.
"James Lipton, from Social Services in Minnesota" I explain. The big man, Jerry, nods at me and walks towards the room that I am assuming is where Dr. Carter is. I stand watching the hospital many people are yelling and screaming, so he works at a county hospital, he probably does not have enough time or money to support a young boy, I will talk to him anyways. I scan the area and see Jerry coming back. "Uh- he wants you to leave your number and he'll talk to the foundation." He answers.
"Foundation?" I push.
"Yeah- He said he will call you." Jerry says trying to get rid of me and back to his work.
"Well, I have no clue what foundation he is talking about." I respond.
"You want money right?" He asks.
"NO!" He says shaking my head.
"Oh."
"I want Dr. Carter-" I yell. I see a tall man with dark brown hair, walking towards me. "Look Sir leave your card with Jerry." He says pushing by Jerry.
"Dr. Carter?"
"Yes?" He says angry.
"I need to speak to you." I say firmly.
"Look I'm really busy." He flips through some charts, seeming quite disinterested.
"I have been calling you for two weeks." I answer rudely.
"I said-"
"Dr. Carter- I don't want your money," He looks at me surprised. "Did or do you know an Abigail Wycenzki or Lockhart?" A look of shock, and pain comes over his face. He swallows hard. "What about her?" I can tell I've hit a soft spot.
"Can we talk some where private?" I ask a lot nicer then before. He nods and leads me into what I am assuming is the Doctors Lounge. We sit down at the table. He looks me squarely in the eyes. "What about Abby?"
"Five years ago, well almost six now, she brought in a little boy to our facility in Minnesota where she was presumably living at the time. She left, and we have not been able to contact her for the last six years." I explain, he nods looking quite confused.
"This has to do with?" He asks, now interested.
"Yes, Acton, that's the boys name is now eight years old." he nods again. "Dr. Carter, Acton's birth name was Acton John Wycenzki Carter." He gets it, breathing deeply and running his hands through his hair. "I have a son." He whispers