Authors Note: OKay Abby Lockhart2 wrote this chapter and its really good, it shows carter as a littel bit softer and nicer indivual for those who thought we wree making him hard, well take a read. And as always please read and review
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I walked towards the boy sitting in the chairs. He seemed like a bright one, even with a mother with more problems than someone can count. I always liked kids. They were great. I could have the best conversations with them, and sometime it just surprized me how much they really know about life. They can change your perspective in a snap. I sat down next to him, searching for something to say to him.
"Listen, Doc, I'm sorry."
So maybe I didn't have to exactly be the one to start this conversation.
"Ehh, don't worry about it. I've stolen more in my lifetime."
I really did. I just borrowed things every few days. It's not like they keep track, I just take what and when I need and play dumb when the nurses come screaming about being low on supplies. I didn't know what else to say, this beginning awkward silence sort overcame us both. At least he wasn't too much like his mother.
"So what were you two actually going to do with all that stuff?"
I looked at him begin to laugh a bit, and he just started to shake his head, that mischievous grin growing on his face. Now I really wanted to know.
"Well?"
I needed to know. This probably was very interesting and I was involved now.
"We were going to make a spider web for Dr. Hook to get caught in."
I looked at him questioningly.
"Dr. Hook?"
He kept on trying to stifle his laughter. I looked where he began to point, and sure enough there was Dr. Romano on his morning bitching rounds. I couldn't help but begin to laugh with him. It was an idea. It really was.
"So your not mad?"
I looked at him and smiled, the thought of what the two boys were actually planning to do still fresh in my head. I wanted to start laughing again. It would be perfect for Romano to get a dose of his own medicine once in a while.
"No. I'm not."
I heard the sigh escape from him, probably of relief.
"At least your not like my mother... She's a complete bi.."
I heard his voice slowly decent into a whisper and I felt someone standing over the two of us.
"Bryce Lockhart!"
I looked up at her, and she seemed a bit mad. Maybe not just a bit. I didn't want to interrupt this little family affair, but I felt sorry for the poor kid. Having to deal with her in her normal state was bad, he shouldn't have to deal with her when she's PMS-ing. Here goes nothing. I might as well help, I mean I can't hurt the situation more than it already is.
"Dr. Lockhart aren't you a little behind on your patients?"
I started to stand up and I towered over her. She looked about ready to slap me.
"Would you please let me talk to my son, alone."
I knew I should have shut up, left the scene then, but I'm stubborn, I admit it. I couldn't just leave the kid with her.
"Yes, at 7:01 when you are officially off."
I prepared myself for the blow, but I got nothing. She just put her stethoscope over her head, pulling it down in frustration. She stomped off towards exam one. I looked at him, and he didn't seem too happy or excited for the conversation that they would be having at home.
"Thanks."
I shook my head no problem in response. At least I saved one life today, even if it wasn't using my abilities as a doctor. I realized at that moment that I was already off, about 13 minutes ago. I looked at the boy sitting in the chairs, playing silently with his fingers, figuring a way out of the mess he was in.
"Come on."
I don't know what I had in plan for us, but I guess a soda and maybe a talk on the roof might help. It had always helped me. Maybe I would be able to figure out some way for him to deal with his psychopath mother. I saw him giving me a questioning look, but he quickly obeyed and got up after me. I headed towards the stairs, Bryce in tow behind me. I finally managed to code his name. It always takes me a while with names.
"Where are we going?"
I knew he was a bit worried, sceptical of my plan. Hell, he didn't even know where I was taking him.
"The roof. Best place to think."
I walked slowly up the stairs, usually I took the elevator, but I wasn't in a rush and a little exercise was always good. He followed behind me, almost running up the stairs. I was out of breath by the fifth floor, he was still holding strong. He must be really good at track or sports. When we finally reached the door, I opened it for him, the chilly breeze hitting both of us like a hard wake up call. After the instant surprise of the wind, the city began to play itself out, and I knew he was captivated. Not a lot of people go to see the city from the top of the hospital. Everything looked better from up higher. I loved it up here.
"Great huh?"
I saw him nod his head and smile. I instantly realized I liked him. He was intelligent and determined. He just happened to be cursed with a bad family. But that was always the down side to everything, the family.
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I walked towards the boy sitting in the chairs. He seemed like a bright one, even with a mother with more problems than someone can count. I always liked kids. They were great. I could have the best conversations with them, and sometime it just surprized me how much they really know about life. They can change your perspective in a snap. I sat down next to him, searching for something to say to him.
"Listen, Doc, I'm sorry."
So maybe I didn't have to exactly be the one to start this conversation.
"Ehh, don't worry about it. I've stolen more in my lifetime."
I really did. I just borrowed things every few days. It's not like they keep track, I just take what and when I need and play dumb when the nurses come screaming about being low on supplies. I didn't know what else to say, this beginning awkward silence sort overcame us both. At least he wasn't too much like his mother.
"So what were you two actually going to do with all that stuff?"
I looked at him begin to laugh a bit, and he just started to shake his head, that mischievous grin growing on his face. Now I really wanted to know.
"Well?"
I needed to know. This probably was very interesting and I was involved now.
"We were going to make a spider web for Dr. Hook to get caught in."
I looked at him questioningly.
"Dr. Hook?"
He kept on trying to stifle his laughter. I looked where he began to point, and sure enough there was Dr. Romano on his morning bitching rounds. I couldn't help but begin to laugh with him. It was an idea. It really was.
"So your not mad?"
I looked at him and smiled, the thought of what the two boys were actually planning to do still fresh in my head. I wanted to start laughing again. It would be perfect for Romano to get a dose of his own medicine once in a while.
"No. I'm not."
I heard the sigh escape from him, probably of relief.
"At least your not like my mother... She's a complete bi.."
I heard his voice slowly decent into a whisper and I felt someone standing over the two of us.
"Bryce Lockhart!"
I looked up at her, and she seemed a bit mad. Maybe not just a bit. I didn't want to interrupt this little family affair, but I felt sorry for the poor kid. Having to deal with her in her normal state was bad, he shouldn't have to deal with her when she's PMS-ing. Here goes nothing. I might as well help, I mean I can't hurt the situation more than it already is.
"Dr. Lockhart aren't you a little behind on your patients?"
I started to stand up and I towered over her. She looked about ready to slap me.
"Would you please let me talk to my son, alone."
I knew I should have shut up, left the scene then, but I'm stubborn, I admit it. I couldn't just leave the kid with her.
"Yes, at 7:01 when you are officially off."
I prepared myself for the blow, but I got nothing. She just put her stethoscope over her head, pulling it down in frustration. She stomped off towards exam one. I looked at him, and he didn't seem too happy or excited for the conversation that they would be having at home.
"Thanks."
I shook my head no problem in response. At least I saved one life today, even if it wasn't using my abilities as a doctor. I realized at that moment that I was already off, about 13 minutes ago. I looked at the boy sitting in the chairs, playing silently with his fingers, figuring a way out of the mess he was in.
"Come on."
I don't know what I had in plan for us, but I guess a soda and maybe a talk on the roof might help. It had always helped me. Maybe I would be able to figure out some way for him to deal with his psychopath mother. I saw him giving me a questioning look, but he quickly obeyed and got up after me. I headed towards the stairs, Bryce in tow behind me. I finally managed to code his name. It always takes me a while with names.
"Where are we going?"
I knew he was a bit worried, sceptical of my plan. Hell, he didn't even know where I was taking him.
"The roof. Best place to think."
I walked slowly up the stairs, usually I took the elevator, but I wasn't in a rush and a little exercise was always good. He followed behind me, almost running up the stairs. I was out of breath by the fifth floor, he was still holding strong. He must be really good at track or sports. When we finally reached the door, I opened it for him, the chilly breeze hitting both of us like a hard wake up call. After the instant surprise of the wind, the city began to play itself out, and I knew he was captivated. Not a lot of people go to see the city from the top of the hospital. Everything looked better from up higher. I loved it up here.
"Great huh?"
I saw him nod his head and smile. I instantly realized I liked him. He was intelligent and determined. He just happened to be cursed with a bad family. But that was always the down side to everything, the family.