"What's wrong?", Carter asked her.
"Th-that's my mom," Jessica said is a horrified voice.
Jessica ran into the trauma room. She looked at her mother, full of blood now in a seziure. Jesscia grabs a thermometer.
"Damn! Temps. 103.2!", Jessica said. She seemed to be fighting back tears.
"She can't breath, too much blood," Carter said. "Suction."
As the blood was being removed from her mother's mouth Jessica grabed the intubation equipment.
"What are you doing?", Carter asked her.
"She has breathing problems, she needs to be intubated or she can't breath, I may hate her with my heart and soal but she is my mother and I won't let her die when I am in this ER!", Jessica said.
Carter grabed the stuff out of her hands.
"As far as this hospital is concerned you are a med student and I am your mentor, meaning I make all dections, wether you like it or not Carson!", Carter said starting to intubate. "DAMN! I can't see the cords, she needs to be criked. Carson! Get a hold of the OR and get a surgon down here to preform a trike."
Jessica pulled off the trauma gown and her gloves and she went to the phone. She pushed some buttons.
"Yes? OR? Dr. Carter needs a sugon to preform a trike.", she said. There was a pause then she said,"Trauma Two. Thanks."
She hung up and she looked in Carter's direction and said,"Try to keep her alive, they're sending someone down."
She stormed out of the trauma room and Carter said something Susan and walked out.
"Where do you think you are going?", he asked.
"Any where but here," Jessica said walking away.
Carter ran ahead and stoped her.
"You want to be a doctor here, not be treated like a med student? Then you do what I say, don't whine and you will be out of my 'care' as soon as possible!", he said.
"Fine, but I have had to much 'family time' today, just let me leave ok?", Jessica said.
"Fine, but if Weaver finds out you left, it's all you not me, I won't cover for you," he said starting back for the trauma room.
"Noted," she said walking into Kovac for the third time that day.
"I'm starting to get scared now. This is what the third time I ran into you today?", she asked smiling.
"Yeah me too. You leaving? Want to go across the street for some food?", he asked her.
"Yeah sure, I have nothing better to do, I mean if I stay here any longer I may find some other family member of mine," Jessica laughed nervously.
Jessica had found her purse in the doctor's lounge, because she didn't have locker, and grabed her jacket and her and Luka walked out of the hospital.
"Well my mom just came with, seizure behind the wheel, most likely drunk and druged up on something. So how was your day," Jessica laughed.
They were eating and Jessica seemed to be drinking before she came in.
"Do you drink often?", Luka asked her.
"When ever I am depressed, better than ODing on anti-depressents....," Jessica sighed as her cell-phone went off.
"Yeah? Oh, Carter. No! I told you I didn't want to be there, I have a lot of stuff on my plate," she said with short pauses. She sighed. "Whatever." She hung up her phone and got up. "I have to go back, if I don't I'll be suspended."
She rushed out and Kovac seemed to stare for a few minutes after she left and he sighed.
"Sorry, Weaver found out, now you get to meet her, good luck," Carter said as Jessica walked in, clearly on the cliff of being drunk.
"You could have covered for me," Jessica said. Carter walked up to her.
"Have you been drinking?", he asked her.
Jessica keeped walking and she tripped over thin air. "Yeah, I thought I was done today for," she mummbled.
"Oh great," Carter said. As he helped Jessica up he touched her forehead. "You got lucky, you can get out of here on having a feaver, and your going to my place, so I can call you with out using your cell minutes."
"Whatever cool drink too much," Jessica continued to mumble.
At Carter's apartment Jessica seemed to have sobered up and looked to Carter as she said,"In New York, this is called covering, see I did it a lot, and I cannot belive you are being so nice to me, I treated you like crap before, and got drunk on call."
"I like you, I mean as a friend, I acutaly have a girlfriend or maybe ex-girlfriend, I don't know anymore," he sighed.
"Well where is she, does she even live here?", Jessica asked rubbing her head.
"No, she went back to Africa with my son," Carter said trying to hide his feelings.
Jessica felt this was tough on Carter so she only asked one more question.
"A son?", she asked.
"Yeah, it's her kid too, her name is Kem, she decided to move back to Africa and I said I couldn't go, I was needed here in Chicigo," Carter said.
"I'd classify that as ex-girlfriend," Jessica said, pushing her curly blonde hair out of her face and walked over to Carter.
Jessica hugged him and said,"If this is the time for confessions, I'd might as well tell you I am staying in a hotel, I'd let hell freeze over before I'd go with my mom or step-dad."
Carter looked up at Jessica. "Well then your staying with me," he said.
Jessica smilied and her pager went off, she looked at the number, she sighed pulled out her cell phone and she dialed the number.
"Carson. No, I feel like I was hit by a bus. NOT FUNNY!", she said.
"Who the hell was that?", Carter asked.
"Weaver, I have to go in, I say I feel like I was hit by a bus, she says well coming into the ER will help me," Jessica screamed.
"Th-that's my mom," Jessica said is a horrified voice.
Jessica ran into the trauma room. She looked at her mother, full of blood now in a seziure. Jesscia grabs a thermometer.
"Damn! Temps. 103.2!", Jessica said. She seemed to be fighting back tears.
"She can't breath, too much blood," Carter said. "Suction."
As the blood was being removed from her mother's mouth Jessica grabed the intubation equipment.
"What are you doing?", Carter asked her.
"She has breathing problems, she needs to be intubated or she can't breath, I may hate her with my heart and soal but she is my mother and I won't let her die when I am in this ER!", Jessica said.
Carter grabed the stuff out of her hands.
"As far as this hospital is concerned you are a med student and I am your mentor, meaning I make all dections, wether you like it or not Carson!", Carter said starting to intubate. "DAMN! I can't see the cords, she needs to be criked. Carson! Get a hold of the OR and get a surgon down here to preform a trike."
Jessica pulled off the trauma gown and her gloves and she went to the phone. She pushed some buttons.
"Yes? OR? Dr. Carter needs a sugon to preform a trike.", she said. There was a pause then she said,"Trauma Two. Thanks."
She hung up and she looked in Carter's direction and said,"Try to keep her alive, they're sending someone down."
She stormed out of the trauma room and Carter said something Susan and walked out.
"Where do you think you are going?", he asked.
"Any where but here," Jessica said walking away.
Carter ran ahead and stoped her.
"You want to be a doctor here, not be treated like a med student? Then you do what I say, don't whine and you will be out of my 'care' as soon as possible!", he said.
"Fine, but I have had to much 'family time' today, just let me leave ok?", Jessica said.
"Fine, but if Weaver finds out you left, it's all you not me, I won't cover for you," he said starting back for the trauma room.
"Noted," she said walking into Kovac for the third time that day.
"I'm starting to get scared now. This is what the third time I ran into you today?", she asked smiling.
"Yeah me too. You leaving? Want to go across the street for some food?", he asked her.
"Yeah sure, I have nothing better to do, I mean if I stay here any longer I may find some other family member of mine," Jessica laughed nervously.
Jessica had found her purse in the doctor's lounge, because she didn't have locker, and grabed her jacket and her and Luka walked out of the hospital.
"Well my mom just came with, seizure behind the wheel, most likely drunk and druged up on something. So how was your day," Jessica laughed.
They were eating and Jessica seemed to be drinking before she came in.
"Do you drink often?", Luka asked her.
"When ever I am depressed, better than ODing on anti-depressents....," Jessica sighed as her cell-phone went off.
"Yeah? Oh, Carter. No! I told you I didn't want to be there, I have a lot of stuff on my plate," she said with short pauses. She sighed. "Whatever." She hung up her phone and got up. "I have to go back, if I don't I'll be suspended."
She rushed out and Kovac seemed to stare for a few minutes after she left and he sighed.
"Sorry, Weaver found out, now you get to meet her, good luck," Carter said as Jessica walked in, clearly on the cliff of being drunk.
"You could have covered for me," Jessica said. Carter walked up to her.
"Have you been drinking?", he asked her.
Jessica keeped walking and she tripped over thin air. "Yeah, I thought I was done today for," she mummbled.
"Oh great," Carter said. As he helped Jessica up he touched her forehead. "You got lucky, you can get out of here on having a feaver, and your going to my place, so I can call you with out using your cell minutes."
"Whatever cool drink too much," Jessica continued to mumble.
At Carter's apartment Jessica seemed to have sobered up and looked to Carter as she said,"In New York, this is called covering, see I did it a lot, and I cannot belive you are being so nice to me, I treated you like crap before, and got drunk on call."
"I like you, I mean as a friend, I acutaly have a girlfriend or maybe ex-girlfriend, I don't know anymore," he sighed.
"Well where is she, does she even live here?", Jessica asked rubbing her head.
"No, she went back to Africa with my son," Carter said trying to hide his feelings.
Jessica felt this was tough on Carter so she only asked one more question.
"A son?", she asked.
"Yeah, it's her kid too, her name is Kem, she decided to move back to Africa and I said I couldn't go, I was needed here in Chicigo," Carter said.
"I'd classify that as ex-girlfriend," Jessica said, pushing her curly blonde hair out of her face and walked over to Carter.
Jessica hugged him and said,"If this is the time for confessions, I'd might as well tell you I am staying in a hotel, I'd let hell freeze over before I'd go with my mom or step-dad."
Carter looked up at Jessica. "Well then your staying with me," he said.
Jessica smilied and her pager went off, she looked at the number, she sighed pulled out her cell phone and she dialed the number.
"Carson. No, I feel like I was hit by a bus. NOT FUNNY!", she said.
"Who the hell was that?", Carter asked.
"Weaver, I have to go in, I say I feel like I was hit by a bus, she says well coming into the ER will help me," Jessica screamed.