Chapter 15: August. 13, 2000, 1AM, Lounge (Kerry Weaver's Point of View):
"Are you sure about this Doug?" I ask. Doug, Mark, and I are sitting around the table in the lounge. I can't believe what I am hearing. "These are some pretty serious accusations."
"I believe him," Mark replies. "It makes so much sense, Kerry. I saw the scars on his wrist a long time ago, hence the psych consult. But they weren't scars at all. He called them spider bites. They were from the needles he was.is using."
"But it's Carter. He would never abuse medicine," I am trying to convince myself more than the two other doctors.
"This is why we didn't realize what was happening to him. Whenever a thought popped into one of our heads we brushed it off because it is Carter. We have to stop thinking like that, Kerry. He needs help and he won't get it for himself. It's up to us."
I turn to Doug and ask, "You are sure of what you saw?"
"I saw him inject the morphine into his wrist. I read the label so I know what it was. I was the one who found him after his morphine overdose. He didn't faint; it was an overdose, Kerry, an overdose. I tried helping him myself. I know I should have told both of you sooner, but I wanted to be sure I was right."
"Okay," I rubbed my temples, but it didn't stop the pounding headache of reality, "I will talk to him-."
"Do you think you should do that? It might make him feel cornered since you are administration," Mark replied.
"What do you propose we do then? Doug already tried and it didn't work."
"Let me try. He and I used to be close."
"Fine. But whatever you do, do it today. I don't want to wait any longer."
"Are you sure about this Doug?" I ask. Doug, Mark, and I are sitting around the table in the lounge. I can't believe what I am hearing. "These are some pretty serious accusations."
"I believe him," Mark replies. "It makes so much sense, Kerry. I saw the scars on his wrist a long time ago, hence the psych consult. But they weren't scars at all. He called them spider bites. They were from the needles he was.is using."
"But it's Carter. He would never abuse medicine," I am trying to convince myself more than the two other doctors.
"This is why we didn't realize what was happening to him. Whenever a thought popped into one of our heads we brushed it off because it is Carter. We have to stop thinking like that, Kerry. He needs help and he won't get it for himself. It's up to us."
I turn to Doug and ask, "You are sure of what you saw?"
"I saw him inject the morphine into his wrist. I read the label so I know what it was. I was the one who found him after his morphine overdose. He didn't faint; it was an overdose, Kerry, an overdose. I tried helping him myself. I know I should have told both of you sooner, but I wanted to be sure I was right."
"Okay," I rubbed my temples, but it didn't stop the pounding headache of reality, "I will talk to him-."
"Do you think you should do that? It might make him feel cornered since you are administration," Mark replied.
"What do you propose we do then? Doug already tried and it didn't work."
"Let me try. He and I used to be close."
"Fine. But whatever you do, do it today. I don't want to wait any longer."