A lot of the staff had returned from breakfast or were just starting their shift, and were curious about how Carter and Lucy were doing. Carol was kept busy updating them. Lucy was to be released whenever she was ready, so Conni and Chuny went to ask her why she was leaving with Carter. They were hoping for some interesting gossip, but were disappointed to find out she was only catching a ride.

After Lucy had been released, Mark exited curtain area 3 to find those two police officers waiting at the admit desk. This time they had extremely serious looks on their faces. Mark got a nasty feeling in his stomach as he looked at them. He knew something was terribly wrong.

"What can I do for you officers? Did you find the guy yet?" he asked, trying to hide his fear.

"Dr. Greene. We need to speak with you. I'm afraid we have something serious to discuss." At the curious glances from some of the nurses he added, "In private."

"Of course. We can speak in the lounge. This way." Mark led them into the lounge and found Haleh and Kerry in there. "Haleh, could you give us a minute? Kerry, you'd better listen to this."

After it was only the four of them in the lounge, Jack continued with what he was saying. "I'm afraid there's good news and bad news. The good news is we found the car. The bad news is we didn't find the driver. His fingerprints are all over the car, so we're running them now."

Pete started where he had left off. "We, ah, found something rather disturbing in the car. There was a note in the front seat addressed to Dr. Carter. You'd better take a look." Pete handed Mark the note and waited while he read it.

Kerry watched with growing fear as Marks face paled as he read the letter. Silently he handed it to her, and she too felt her face go pale as she read it. "What are you planning on doing about this?" she asked Jack.

"We'd suggest posting a guard outside Dr. Carter's room. You should alert the staff to what's going on, but don't give them too many details. Also, if you see anyone you don't recognize, alert one of the guards. Everyone must be wearing an ID badge as well. We should have an ID on this guy within the hour if his fingerprints are on file. In the letter this guy mentions something about Dr. Carter intentionally killing someone. You might want to check over the files of any patients he's worked on that have died recently."

"So you think this guy might actually try something," Weaver asked. She didn't want to believe that something like this could happen. Especially to someone like Carter.

"This guy might just be blowing steam, or he may be serious. We don't want to take any chances."

"Thank you officers. Please let us know as soon as you find anything." Mark quickly left the room with a disturbed look on his face.

As soon as the officers left Kerry went in pursuit of Mark, and found him looking through the window into Carter's room.

"What is it? That wasn't like you to just leave the room like that."

"Yeah I know. It's just...remember when I was attacked in the mens room? I felt so helpless after that. Who would of thought that could happen in your own backyard? I was so mad. Not only at the guy who did it, but at the cops for not catching the guy, and being so dismissive. What if the same thing happens to Carter? I don't want him to go through what I went through."

"We won't let anything happen to him Mark. We have a warning this time. We'll know what to look out for," Kerry tried to reason with him.

"I hope you're right." Mark continued to look into Carter's room. It appeared he was sleeping soundly with Peter Benton in a chair by his side looking down at Carter's face.

"We should tell Peter about the note. He should know, and of all the staff members, he'll be able to handle it," Mark suggested.

"I think you're right." Kerry gently tapped the window, prompting Peter to look at them. She waved him over and he quickly came. "Peter, there's something Mark and I feel you should know about. What I'm about to tell you can't go any further than the three of us. Understand?"

"Yeah. What's this about? Is there something wrong with Carter I don't know about? Does it have to do with his family?"

"No it doesn't have to do with his family. They're still out of the country. This is more serious," Kerry answered.

Mark decided he should be the one to tell him. "The police found the car that hit Carter and Lucy. Unfortunately they didn't find the driver. They did find a letter in the front seat addressed to Carter."

"What kind of letter?"

"It was a threat. The man thinks that Carter intentionally killed his wife. He said he was going make Carter pay for it."

"How? What exactly did the letter say?"

"I believe the exact words were: 'I wish you could of seen us. We were a happy couple. You killed her, and now you're going to pay.'"

"What?! Who the hell is this guy? I swear if he puts one hand..."

"Peter, calm down. We're posting a guard outside his room. If this guy tries anything, we'll be ready," Mark tried to reassure himself more than Peter.

"Yeah, well, I'm not taking any chances. I'll be in Carter's room if anyone needs me." Peter went and resumed his position by Carter's bed; watching him sleep.

"Mark, you get that security guard posted here, and I'll assemble the staff and tell them."

He was in the car again. The man in the car kept yelling at him. He wouldn't stop.

"I know you Dr. Carter. I know what you did! Thought you could get away with killing my wife!?"

He looked at the mans wife in the passenger seat. Pale gray eyes slowly turned red. The mouth moved, but no words came out. Slowly, a gash formed over her neck severing the trachea and larynx. No blood. Just pale flesh. Panic. He had to get away! Away from them!

"Nooooo! Get away! I didn't do anything!"

Peter sat and watched Carter as he slept. Why would anyone want to hurt him? He's such a good person. He'd never hurt anyone. It could almost be said Carter was resting peacefully except for the black eyes, and multiple cuts and bruises covering his face. His eyes started to move behind his eyelids and his heart rate started to rise. He started muttering 'No' under his breath, over and over. Carter's legs and arms started moving like he was trying to escape something.

"Carter? Carter, man, it's okay," Benton tried to soothe. He gently put his hands on the young mans arms and held him down to prevent him from hurting himself. When Carter felt the restraining force on his arms he started struggling more forcefully. Benton was worried Carter was going to do more damage to his ribs.

"Noooo!" he screamed, and sat up in the bed so fast his head almost collided with Peter's. He immediately regretted that action as pain ripped through his chest causing him to double over.

"Carter! Calm down man, you're gonna hurt yourself!" Peter watched as Carter doubled over in pain. He hated seeing Carter in such terrible pain. He moved over and gently pulled Carter to his chest, careful of his ribs. Gently, he rubbed his back in a circular motion to try and calm him down. Slowly he could feel Carter's breathing slow down and he began to relax.

"Carter?"

"..hurts."

"I know. Here, lie back down then I'll get you some morphine." Peter gently helped Carter lie down. "Let me go get you some morphine. I'll be right back."

As Peter turned to leave he felt Carter grab his arm. "Carter? What is it?"

Carter looked at him with eyes full of fear, and pulled Peter down closer.

"What is it? Do you remember something?" Peter gently asked.

Slowly Carter shook his head and whispered, "He's gonna kill me."