Rain poured down the windows of County General, falling in a steady stream
of clear beads pounding against windows, doors, cars, and anything in its
path.
John Carter stood at the snack machine, popping a dollar into the slot. He fished around for the snack he wanted, not really choosing anything he really wanted.
Taking his bait from the dish at the bottom, he realized he'd gotten Ritz crackers with cheese. They weren't his favorite things to eat, though. If he found Abby, he'd give them to her. John glanced at the bag. These were his younger sister, Serena's, favorite food.
John thought about Serena. She was sixteen, half the age of John, and lived in New York City, where she went to boarding school. When the Carters split, Eleanor moved to NYC, where she still lived with Serena, living the high life, going to different parties, getting her hair done, nails, makeup, and wearing expensive Manolo Blahniks.
Serena Carter was a free spirit, who didn't care what anyone thought of her, and wore expensive shoes. The last time John had seen her, she'd had long blond hair cut below her shoulders and it was highlighted a shimmery pale white. That was for her sixteenth birthday, six months ago. The party had taken place on the Queen Elizabeth in the Caribbean, where Serena had been dressed in a sapphire blue silk dress with the back cut out, tied with laces, and her shoes were blue sandals with little kitten heels. Serena had been partying with her friends in the mast and had gotten drunk in the suites below, where Serena had thrown up into the cerulean blue ocean. John had known this because Serena didn't want Eleanor or their father or – god forbid – Gamma, to figure out and had asked Carter for an aspirin, crackers, and water.
Or maybe the time where Serena had been on a beach in an island in the South of France and she'd called John because she was entirely broken and her credit card was entirely spent and she'd been given a limit on what she could spend and really needed a new Juicy Couture bikini in some store. John had been willing to help her out until he found out that the bikini had cost $700 with the matching pareo, sandals, and bag.
John was jerked back into reality by Abby Lockhart. "John, there's a patient who says she knows you."
"Who is it?"
Abby was already swallowed in crowds. "Exam 1!" She hollered, giving John a blank chart.
Opening the door to the room, John saw his sister, the famous Serena Lucille Carter.
John Carter stood at the snack machine, popping a dollar into the slot. He fished around for the snack he wanted, not really choosing anything he really wanted.
Taking his bait from the dish at the bottom, he realized he'd gotten Ritz crackers with cheese. They weren't his favorite things to eat, though. If he found Abby, he'd give them to her. John glanced at the bag. These were his younger sister, Serena's, favorite food.
John thought about Serena. She was sixteen, half the age of John, and lived in New York City, where she went to boarding school. When the Carters split, Eleanor moved to NYC, where she still lived with Serena, living the high life, going to different parties, getting her hair done, nails, makeup, and wearing expensive Manolo Blahniks.
Serena Carter was a free spirit, who didn't care what anyone thought of her, and wore expensive shoes. The last time John had seen her, she'd had long blond hair cut below her shoulders and it was highlighted a shimmery pale white. That was for her sixteenth birthday, six months ago. The party had taken place on the Queen Elizabeth in the Caribbean, where Serena had been dressed in a sapphire blue silk dress with the back cut out, tied with laces, and her shoes were blue sandals with little kitten heels. Serena had been partying with her friends in the mast and had gotten drunk in the suites below, where Serena had thrown up into the cerulean blue ocean. John had known this because Serena didn't want Eleanor or their father or – god forbid – Gamma, to figure out and had asked Carter for an aspirin, crackers, and water.
Or maybe the time where Serena had been on a beach in an island in the South of France and she'd called John because she was entirely broken and her credit card was entirely spent and she'd been given a limit on what she could spend and really needed a new Juicy Couture bikini in some store. John had been willing to help her out until he found out that the bikini had cost $700 with the matching pareo, sandals, and bag.
John was jerked back into reality by Abby Lockhart. "John, there's a patient who says she knows you."
"Who is it?"
Abby was already swallowed in crowds. "Exam 1!" She hollered, giving John a blank chart.
Opening the door to the room, John saw his sister, the famous Serena Lucille Carter.