"Son, Amanda told me you were in here," Mark called into Steve as he
entered the Doctor's lounge. He made his way to the coffee pot and poured
a cup a coffee. "Want some?"
"Nah," Steve responded. "Hey dad take a look at these. Maybe I'm missing something that you can get." He handed four files: Stacy Smith, Michelle Miller, Abigail Mitchell. Steve still held one murder report for a different case.
"Steve, Stacy Smith, about a month ago, was in the hospital because her health was worsening. She had cancer," Mark said, his eyes still focused on her file.
"So then the murders were done out remorse for the girls?" Steve asked. It put things in a different perspective.
"No, Michelle Miller and Abigail Mitchell suffered broke bones. They would've been back to normal in no time." Mark looked up at his son. He could see what this investigation was doing to him. Steve's eyes told Mark he was sleepy and fighting a war inside of pain. "Son take care of your self. I don't want to have to admit you to the hospital."
"I have been dad. I just haven't been sleeping good." Mark was about to open up his mouth to speak and Steve cut him off. "I don't want anything to make me sleep. I'm fine."
"O.K. son," Mark responded.
"Dr. Mark Sloan and Dr. Jesse Travis to ER. Dr. Sloan and Dr. Travis to ER stat," rang the static voice through the intercom.
Mark dropped the files and started to get ready to leave the doctor's office. "I have to go. Go home and take a nap," Mark commanded.
After Mark left the lounge Steve said, "If only it was as easy to do as said."
Steve scooped up the folders and headed for his vehicle and then he drove home. When he arrived home he took a shower and plopped down on the couch. He sat with his six pack abs showing and his black boxers on. He turned on the 11 o' clock news on. It talked about all the murders, fires, and robberies. He took notice that the world was getting worse and worse. 'Is there any good in this world?' He began to fall asleep.
~~~DREAM~~~
After Steve pulled himself over the ledge he heard something.
"Suspect captured and confessed. Victim died on scene," the radio strapped on his shoulder said. He slid down to the floor. It was the first time he ever cried. He put the palms of his hands to his eyes. He was in shock. He got a child killed and he too almost died.
"Rookie? You okay Rook?" the radio said. Rookie was his name because he was the newest police officer. He shook off the crying and his emotions and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I little shaken."
Sorry for the long wait. Been too busy. So on so forth. Happy New Years!
"Nah," Steve responded. "Hey dad take a look at these. Maybe I'm missing something that you can get." He handed four files: Stacy Smith, Michelle Miller, Abigail Mitchell. Steve still held one murder report for a different case.
"Steve, Stacy Smith, about a month ago, was in the hospital because her health was worsening. She had cancer," Mark said, his eyes still focused on her file.
"So then the murders were done out remorse for the girls?" Steve asked. It put things in a different perspective.
"No, Michelle Miller and Abigail Mitchell suffered broke bones. They would've been back to normal in no time." Mark looked up at his son. He could see what this investigation was doing to him. Steve's eyes told Mark he was sleepy and fighting a war inside of pain. "Son take care of your self. I don't want to have to admit you to the hospital."
"I have been dad. I just haven't been sleeping good." Mark was about to open up his mouth to speak and Steve cut him off. "I don't want anything to make me sleep. I'm fine."
"O.K. son," Mark responded.
"Dr. Mark Sloan and Dr. Jesse Travis to ER. Dr. Sloan and Dr. Travis to ER stat," rang the static voice through the intercom.
Mark dropped the files and started to get ready to leave the doctor's office. "I have to go. Go home and take a nap," Mark commanded.
After Mark left the lounge Steve said, "If only it was as easy to do as said."
Steve scooped up the folders and headed for his vehicle and then he drove home. When he arrived home he took a shower and plopped down on the couch. He sat with his six pack abs showing and his black boxers on. He turned on the 11 o' clock news on. It talked about all the murders, fires, and robberies. He took notice that the world was getting worse and worse. 'Is there any good in this world?' He began to fall asleep.
~~~DREAM~~~
After Steve pulled himself over the ledge he heard something.
"Suspect captured and confessed. Victim died on scene," the radio strapped on his shoulder said. He slid down to the floor. It was the first time he ever cried. He put the palms of his hands to his eyes. He was in shock. He got a child killed and he too almost died.
"Rookie? You okay Rook?" the radio said. Rookie was his name because he was the newest police officer. He shook off the crying and his emotions and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I little shaken."
Sorry for the long wait. Been too busy. So on so forth. Happy New Years!