Authors Note: Hey guys, I'm sorry if we are making Carter to mean. We will try and soften him up, it is not that Carter didnt care about the patient, he just saw a simple injury not one that needed to be dealt with over prolonged periods of time, he wants to be time efficent and also so a good job. ANyways heres the next chapter thanks for reviewing. This one is from me!
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Its official, yes folks it is officially I HATE JOHN CARTER DAY, here at county general. I hate him, with a passion. He has the nerve to pull me out of a patients room because I'm going 'too slow.' SORRY if I'm worried about patient care, this guy is the next Romano I'm telling you. Everyone seems to like him though, Carter not Romano. I set my chart down at admit, glancing up at the clock. "Hey mom." I look over and there stands Bryce, in his black bubble winter jacket, his jeans still sagging of course, and a black toque on his head. Carter stood beside him also in his coat. "Hey-" I hesitate.
"Can I go out for lunch with Carter?" He asks casually. Carter smiles at me. This new bond they have freaks me out. I wonder if Carter has friends his own age? Bryce does follow him around the hospital, he even blew off one of his "thug" friends that I don't like so he could hang out with Carter. "Uh- I don't know." I answer, looking at Bryce's fade from excited to angry. "You always wreck everything." He pouts stomping off to the lounge. Carter feigns innocence. "I-I" He starts.
"Whatever Carter, I don't care."
"Look, just cause you don't like me, and I don't like you doesn't mean Bryce can not hang out with me on the odd occasion. I am not a bad person you know that, we just do not get along, you and I, our personalities do not match okay?" He preached. I pondered this, and excused myself from Carter walking into the lounge, to see my 10 year old flipping through a car magazine, Carter must have bought him that. "Hi, yah." I say, sitting down at his feet, as he lies across the couch. He swings his feet over the couch either to give me more room, or to move further away from me. "Where'd you get the magazine." I inquire, doing my best to make small talk. "Carter." He mumbles.
"Oh...Look Bryce, I don't want you to be mad at me." I start.
"Whatever."
"Bryce, look at me." I order, he puts the magazine on his lap then gives me a cold stare. "Wipe that look off your face young man. You may be mad at me but I am still your mother, and those 29 hours of hard labour have to mean something to you, so show me some respect." I gripe. "You, can go with Carter." His face lights up immediately. "But... We are going to go home and talk and sort our relationship issues out tonight okay?" I bargain. He looks a little disappointed by the But, he still seems to happy about getting to spend time with John. We get up and leave the lounge, Carter standing and talking to Pratt about something, I can tell its not about a patient, and as soon as Pratt sees us exit the lounge, Carter and him act like nothing was going on. I ignore this and Bryce and I walk towards them. "So?" Carter pushes.
"He can go but he has to be back in an hour to finish his homework."
"Sounds like a deal, lets go kid." Carter says tossing his arm around Bryce's shoulders as they walk out of the hospital together. I watched as they disappeared out into the cold November day. Bryce's birthday was in a week, and I told him if he moved all his marks from C's to B's he could have a party, I was hoping he didn't ask me if Carter could come, if he did that, I would invite, Sam and Luka as well as Susan and maybe a few other work people. "Abby, are you an ornament? or Doctor?" Weaver yammered.
"Doctor," I replied bitterly.
"THEN GET TO WORK!" She hollered, I bit down on my bottom lip and walked over to my next patient. Flipping open the chart. "Hey" Pratt said entering the exam room and flipping open the chart of the patient next to mine. "So...You hate Carter huh?" He chuckles. "He's a jerk."
"Yeah, you guys are going to end up together." He huffed.
"What?" I said smacking the chart down and into the folder on the end of the bed.
"Oh, come on Abby, its bound to happen, you guys are totally in love with each other, you knew it from the beginning, the moment you saw each other there were sparks, you just got off on the wrong foot. And now, you think you hate each other, but its hate masked with love." Pratt grinned. Who did this guy think he was? I do not love Carter, he does not love me. No sparks. No nothing. Just hate, lots and lots of hate. Uncontrollable , passion filled hate, I can't bare the sight of him. He disgusts me. We can't even have a normal conversation, with out one of us being rude, or blowing up at the other person. I hate him so much sometimes I think about how much I hate him, I will spend hours thinking about what a jerk he was that day, how he makes a point to be an ass....I get faint, and feel flushed, I stop dead in my tracks and drop the chart in my hands. Gallant turns and looks at me. I realize something I love John carter. It may not be love, not yet, but it is something. I am disgusted with myself. I can't believe I like him. It might not even be like, you know what it is nothing, I just, I just think it is noble of him to spend time with my son, who is somewhat not tameable, that's it, I still hate him I just think it is good of him to spend time with Bryce. "Hey have you seen Carter?" Neela asks me bringing me out of my thoughts. "No? What? Why? Why would you ask me that?" I stammer.
"He's chief resident and your a resident." She explained, looking weird at me.
Oh god, I like John Carter. This is bad I have get over him. I can't believe I like John Carter.
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Its official, yes folks it is officially I HATE JOHN CARTER DAY, here at county general. I hate him, with a passion. He has the nerve to pull me out of a patients room because I'm going 'too slow.' SORRY if I'm worried about patient care, this guy is the next Romano I'm telling you. Everyone seems to like him though, Carter not Romano. I set my chart down at admit, glancing up at the clock. "Hey mom." I look over and there stands Bryce, in his black bubble winter jacket, his jeans still sagging of course, and a black toque on his head. Carter stood beside him also in his coat. "Hey-" I hesitate.
"Can I go out for lunch with Carter?" He asks casually. Carter smiles at me. This new bond they have freaks me out. I wonder if Carter has friends his own age? Bryce does follow him around the hospital, he even blew off one of his "thug" friends that I don't like so he could hang out with Carter. "Uh- I don't know." I answer, looking at Bryce's fade from excited to angry. "You always wreck everything." He pouts stomping off to the lounge. Carter feigns innocence. "I-I" He starts.
"Whatever Carter, I don't care."
"Look, just cause you don't like me, and I don't like you doesn't mean Bryce can not hang out with me on the odd occasion. I am not a bad person you know that, we just do not get along, you and I, our personalities do not match okay?" He preached. I pondered this, and excused myself from Carter walking into the lounge, to see my 10 year old flipping through a car magazine, Carter must have bought him that. "Hi, yah." I say, sitting down at his feet, as he lies across the couch. He swings his feet over the couch either to give me more room, or to move further away from me. "Where'd you get the magazine." I inquire, doing my best to make small talk. "Carter." He mumbles.
"Oh...Look Bryce, I don't want you to be mad at me." I start.
"Whatever."
"Bryce, look at me." I order, he puts the magazine on his lap then gives me a cold stare. "Wipe that look off your face young man. You may be mad at me but I am still your mother, and those 29 hours of hard labour have to mean something to you, so show me some respect." I gripe. "You, can go with Carter." His face lights up immediately. "But... We are going to go home and talk and sort our relationship issues out tonight okay?" I bargain. He looks a little disappointed by the But, he still seems to happy about getting to spend time with John. We get up and leave the lounge, Carter standing and talking to Pratt about something, I can tell its not about a patient, and as soon as Pratt sees us exit the lounge, Carter and him act like nothing was going on. I ignore this and Bryce and I walk towards them. "So?" Carter pushes.
"He can go but he has to be back in an hour to finish his homework."
"Sounds like a deal, lets go kid." Carter says tossing his arm around Bryce's shoulders as they walk out of the hospital together. I watched as they disappeared out into the cold November day. Bryce's birthday was in a week, and I told him if he moved all his marks from C's to B's he could have a party, I was hoping he didn't ask me if Carter could come, if he did that, I would invite, Sam and Luka as well as Susan and maybe a few other work people. "Abby, are you an ornament? or Doctor?" Weaver yammered.
"Doctor," I replied bitterly.
"THEN GET TO WORK!" She hollered, I bit down on my bottom lip and walked over to my next patient. Flipping open the chart. "Hey" Pratt said entering the exam room and flipping open the chart of the patient next to mine. "So...You hate Carter huh?" He chuckles. "He's a jerk."
"Yeah, you guys are going to end up together." He huffed.
"What?" I said smacking the chart down and into the folder on the end of the bed.
"Oh, come on Abby, its bound to happen, you guys are totally in love with each other, you knew it from the beginning, the moment you saw each other there were sparks, you just got off on the wrong foot. And now, you think you hate each other, but its hate masked with love." Pratt grinned. Who did this guy think he was? I do not love Carter, he does not love me. No sparks. No nothing. Just hate, lots and lots of hate. Uncontrollable , passion filled hate, I can't bare the sight of him. He disgusts me. We can't even have a normal conversation, with out one of us being rude, or blowing up at the other person. I hate him so much sometimes I think about how much I hate him, I will spend hours thinking about what a jerk he was that day, how he makes a point to be an ass....I get faint, and feel flushed, I stop dead in my tracks and drop the chart in my hands. Gallant turns and looks at me. I realize something I love John carter. It may not be love, not yet, but it is something. I am disgusted with myself. I can't believe I like him. It might not even be like, you know what it is nothing, I just, I just think it is noble of him to spend time with my son, who is somewhat not tameable, that's it, I still hate him I just think it is good of him to spend time with Bryce. "Hey have you seen Carter?" Neela asks me bringing me out of my thoughts. "No? What? Why? Why would you ask me that?" I stammer.
"He's chief resident and your a resident." She explained, looking weird at me.
Oh god, I like John Carter. This is bad I have get over him. I can't believe I like John Carter.