Note: Um, yeah, hi! I know, it's been uh what now, six months? He, he.
Don't hurt me, please!! You know by my other stories that I have NEVER had
this long of a time period between chapters! I mean, I guess I've been busy
a lot, but I will admit I haven't been so busy that I couldn't have
updated. I guess for awhile there, I lost a little bit of interest and sort
of had some writer's block, and I thought I should wait until my mind was
focused better on it, but I didn't think it would have been THIS long! I
guess I sort of lost track of time. And I'm SO sorry!!!!!! Please don't
hold this against me and not read my stories anymore, because usually I
don't do this. I've been reading some of the new DM stories and they were
so good that they inspired me to finish mine. So enjoy this chapter, and I
promise you I will have the next chapter within a few days or you can shoot
me!! Okay then, anyway, sorry again, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!!:-D
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"Dr. Sloan?"
Mark's attention was diverted from Steve when he heard a woman's voice call out his name rather suddenly, and while he didn't want to leave Steve's side, he thought a distraction was just what he needed.
Mark didn't get up, but turned himself to face the doorway, only to see a women dressed in a doctor's coat, holding some books and a clipboard looking stern, but professional. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but there was something I needed to talk to you about."
"I'm sorry, have we met?" Mark asked, as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes.
"Oh, how rude of me! I'm Dr. Melissa Reed," she replied, while offering her hand.
Mark shook it and slightly smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry if I seem a little out of it, I've just been spending most of the night with my son."
"Yes, I heard about him on the news when they were announcing the mall explosion. I guess he was one of the few who survived. Such a tragedy that someone would do such a terrible thing."
"I know. What I want to know is, why he was there, when he was supposed to be at home."
"Well, Dr. Sloan he is a grown man. Isn't he free to go where he pleases?"
"Oh, well yes, of course he is, but he had just recently got an injury to his foot and was supposed to be off of it so there wouldn't be any further damage done to it. All though I some how knew he wouldn't. That's how my son is. Doesn't liked to be forced to do a lot of things and is very stubborn because of it."
"I'm glad I don't have any children. I don't think I'd be patient enough to deal with them twenty-four seven."
"Well they're not all bad. You learn to love them. And I sure did. Both of my children were a blessing to me."
"You have another child?"
Mark's heart slowed down some and he nodded. "A daughter. But she died a couple years ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry. That must be awful losing a child."
"It is. Which is why I'm so worried about Steve. He's come close to dying before, too, and I just couldn't bare losing another child."
"Well, sure. That would awful for one person to endure. At least I assume one person. Is there a Mrs. Sloan in the picture?"
"Uh, no. She died over ten years ago."
"Okay. I think I'm going to just stop talking all together now, while I take both of my feet out of my mouth."
Mark chuckled a bit and shook his head. "No, it's all right. I don't mind. What I am wondering though, is here we've been talking for about five minutes straight and I don't even know why you wanted to talk to me in the first place."
"Of course. I'm sorry. I tend to ramble."
"I know what you mean," Mark responded, a slight smile on his face.
"Well, I'm here to talk to you about a patient, named Lacey Philips."
"Oh, yes of course. We've been getting to know each other a lot lately."
"Yes, she's told me. I've talked to her a couple of times in the past few days."
"Right, you're the psychiatrist they sent her to talk to about her dream."
"Yes, I am as a matter of fact."
"So tell me, do you have any idea of what could have caused this dream, and why part of it came true?"
"Well, that we're still trying to determine. I mean, it's not too uncommon. Why, I myself have had certain dreams which later I had dejavue about."
"Probably not anything big like this though."
"No, none that I recall. We'll keep doing some testing though. If it were just random dreams I'm sure we could have figured a lot of it out by now, but this I admit, is puzzling me some."
"Yeah, me, too," Mark replied, with that ever so famous puzzled look he carried on his face. **
Lacey felt the cold, bare floor beneath her feet as she quietly crept out of her room and down the hall a ways. She looked around the corner and saw Melissa and Mark talking, her heart pounding even faster when Melissa discreetly gave her a thumbs up sign, and led Mark even further away from Steve's room. Trembling, she slightly nodded and felt the cold tip of the gun that was inside her robe, a feeling that made her feel sick to her stomach as she quietly continued on to Steve's room. **
"So uh, Doctor Sloan, you look like you could use something to eat. How about I buy us something, and we can talk some more?"
"Oh, I don't know, I really don't want to be away from Steve. I want to be there when he wakes up."
"Well, it's not going to do Steve any good if when he wakes up, you're a mess. Just think how he'd react."
"Oh, believe me, I know how he'd react. I've been through it before."
"Then why not humor me and let me help you?"
Mark pondered the thought for a moment, and shrugged his shoulders. "What the heck? It won't be for very long and I have my pager if anyone needs to contact me."
Melissa smiled while gently placing her hand on Mark's arm, leading him to the elevator. "Good. Just think how happy Steve will be when he sees you good and healthy."
Mark smiled. "It'd defiantly be a first!" **
Lacey finally made her way into Steve's room without being noticed, and suddenly stopped and stared at him.
"I can't do this....." she whispered to herself.
She then turned to leave the room, soon hearing Melissa's voice in her head.....
"It all depends on you. So what's it going to be my dear? Lt. Sloan whom you barely know, or you know who by me? But just remember, the clock is ticking, my dear....."
She clutched on to the doorframe sweat pouring down her face, as she started to cry. "Why did this have to happen to me? Why?! I can't kill a living, breathing, person. I-"
"..... or you who know who by me?"
"No!! I can't, I- I won't let you....."
She then turned back to face Steve, and slowly lifted the gun out of her robe, her hands shaking as she tried to steady it.
Steve then stirred slightly, halfway in and out of consciousness, startling her. "Mmm..... Dad?" **
Mark and Melissa headed towards the elevator to head down to the cafeteria, when a nurse ran up to him suddenly, with a clipboard in her hands. "Dr. Sloan!! Wait!!"
Mark turned around and smiled. "Hi, Beth. Need something?"
"Yes, I need you to sign these papers."
"I'd be happy to," he replied, as he took her pen and clipboard.
"Oh, by the way, Dr. Sloan, we're all hoping your son will be okay."
"Thank you. I hope so, too. And I'm sure you and some of the others won't mind having to take care of him, am I right?"
Beth slightly blushed. "Well, what can I say, Doctor Sloan? There are not a lot of patients near as good looking as your son."
Mark grinned. "Well I'll try to remember that, Beth, thank you."
"No problem," she replied as she quietly walked off.
*Dumb little blondie. Go waste your stories on someone else*, Melissa thought to herself as she quickly pushed the down button outside the elevator door, the doors popping open seconds later.
"Right this way, Doctor Sloan," she replied gesturing him towards the inside of the elevator.
"Thank yo-"
Mark was then interrupted by a single gunshot coming from down the hall, loud enough to put a ring in his ears.
"What the- was that what I think it was?!" he said starting to walk down the hall.
"Uh, I don't know, what do you think it was?"
"Well it obviously sounded like a gunshot."
Mark's heart then dropped as he saw everyone rushing into his son's room shortly after. "Oh my god- and it came from Steve's room!"
TBC.....
"Dr. Sloan?"
Mark's attention was diverted from Steve when he heard a woman's voice call out his name rather suddenly, and while he didn't want to leave Steve's side, he thought a distraction was just what he needed.
Mark didn't get up, but turned himself to face the doorway, only to see a women dressed in a doctor's coat, holding some books and a clipboard looking stern, but professional. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but there was something I needed to talk to you about."
"I'm sorry, have we met?" Mark asked, as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes.
"Oh, how rude of me! I'm Dr. Melissa Reed," she replied, while offering her hand.
Mark shook it and slightly smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry if I seem a little out of it, I've just been spending most of the night with my son."
"Yes, I heard about him on the news when they were announcing the mall explosion. I guess he was one of the few who survived. Such a tragedy that someone would do such a terrible thing."
"I know. What I want to know is, why he was there, when he was supposed to be at home."
"Well, Dr. Sloan he is a grown man. Isn't he free to go where he pleases?"
"Oh, well yes, of course he is, but he had just recently got an injury to his foot and was supposed to be off of it so there wouldn't be any further damage done to it. All though I some how knew he wouldn't. That's how my son is. Doesn't liked to be forced to do a lot of things and is very stubborn because of it."
"I'm glad I don't have any children. I don't think I'd be patient enough to deal with them twenty-four seven."
"Well they're not all bad. You learn to love them. And I sure did. Both of my children were a blessing to me."
"You have another child?"
Mark's heart slowed down some and he nodded. "A daughter. But she died a couple years ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry. That must be awful losing a child."
"It is. Which is why I'm so worried about Steve. He's come close to dying before, too, and I just couldn't bare losing another child."
"Well, sure. That would awful for one person to endure. At least I assume one person. Is there a Mrs. Sloan in the picture?"
"Uh, no. She died over ten years ago."
"Okay. I think I'm going to just stop talking all together now, while I take both of my feet out of my mouth."
Mark chuckled a bit and shook his head. "No, it's all right. I don't mind. What I am wondering though, is here we've been talking for about five minutes straight and I don't even know why you wanted to talk to me in the first place."
"Of course. I'm sorry. I tend to ramble."
"I know what you mean," Mark responded, a slight smile on his face.
"Well, I'm here to talk to you about a patient, named Lacey Philips."
"Oh, yes of course. We've been getting to know each other a lot lately."
"Yes, she's told me. I've talked to her a couple of times in the past few days."
"Right, you're the psychiatrist they sent her to talk to about her dream."
"Yes, I am as a matter of fact."
"So tell me, do you have any idea of what could have caused this dream, and why part of it came true?"
"Well, that we're still trying to determine. I mean, it's not too uncommon. Why, I myself have had certain dreams which later I had dejavue about."
"Probably not anything big like this though."
"No, none that I recall. We'll keep doing some testing though. If it were just random dreams I'm sure we could have figured a lot of it out by now, but this I admit, is puzzling me some."
"Yeah, me, too," Mark replied, with that ever so famous puzzled look he carried on his face. **
Lacey felt the cold, bare floor beneath her feet as she quietly crept out of her room and down the hall a ways. She looked around the corner and saw Melissa and Mark talking, her heart pounding even faster when Melissa discreetly gave her a thumbs up sign, and led Mark even further away from Steve's room. Trembling, she slightly nodded and felt the cold tip of the gun that was inside her robe, a feeling that made her feel sick to her stomach as she quietly continued on to Steve's room. **
"So uh, Doctor Sloan, you look like you could use something to eat. How about I buy us something, and we can talk some more?"
"Oh, I don't know, I really don't want to be away from Steve. I want to be there when he wakes up."
"Well, it's not going to do Steve any good if when he wakes up, you're a mess. Just think how he'd react."
"Oh, believe me, I know how he'd react. I've been through it before."
"Then why not humor me and let me help you?"
Mark pondered the thought for a moment, and shrugged his shoulders. "What the heck? It won't be for very long and I have my pager if anyone needs to contact me."
Melissa smiled while gently placing her hand on Mark's arm, leading him to the elevator. "Good. Just think how happy Steve will be when he sees you good and healthy."
Mark smiled. "It'd defiantly be a first!" **
Lacey finally made her way into Steve's room without being noticed, and suddenly stopped and stared at him.
"I can't do this....." she whispered to herself.
She then turned to leave the room, soon hearing Melissa's voice in her head.....
"It all depends on you. So what's it going to be my dear? Lt. Sloan whom you barely know, or you know who by me? But just remember, the clock is ticking, my dear....."
She clutched on to the doorframe sweat pouring down her face, as she started to cry. "Why did this have to happen to me? Why?! I can't kill a living, breathing, person. I-"
"..... or you who know who by me?"
"No!! I can't, I- I won't let you....."
She then turned back to face Steve, and slowly lifted the gun out of her robe, her hands shaking as she tried to steady it.
Steve then stirred slightly, halfway in and out of consciousness, startling her. "Mmm..... Dad?" **
Mark and Melissa headed towards the elevator to head down to the cafeteria, when a nurse ran up to him suddenly, with a clipboard in her hands. "Dr. Sloan!! Wait!!"
Mark turned around and smiled. "Hi, Beth. Need something?"
"Yes, I need you to sign these papers."
"I'd be happy to," he replied, as he took her pen and clipboard.
"Oh, by the way, Dr. Sloan, we're all hoping your son will be okay."
"Thank you. I hope so, too. And I'm sure you and some of the others won't mind having to take care of him, am I right?"
Beth slightly blushed. "Well, what can I say, Doctor Sloan? There are not a lot of patients near as good looking as your son."
Mark grinned. "Well I'll try to remember that, Beth, thank you."
"No problem," she replied as she quietly walked off.
*Dumb little blondie. Go waste your stories on someone else*, Melissa thought to herself as she quickly pushed the down button outside the elevator door, the doors popping open seconds later.
"Right this way, Doctor Sloan," she replied gesturing him towards the inside of the elevator.
"Thank yo-"
Mark was then interrupted by a single gunshot coming from down the hall, loud enough to put a ring in his ears.
"What the- was that what I think it was?!" he said starting to walk down the hall.
"Uh, I don't know, what do you think it was?"
"Well it obviously sounded like a gunshot."
Mark's heart then dropped as he saw everyone rushing into his son's room shortly after. "Oh my god- and it came from Steve's room!"
TBC.....