A Horrible Episode – Chapter 3
Disclaimer – I own nothing.
Authors note – Sorry if it's a bit horrid at the moment, it will get happier, and with happiness comes carby fuzz so be patient!!
Chapter 3 – Target Practice.
Everyone was sitting in the trauma room. Carter could not take his eye of Abby. She wasn't conscious and he was worried about what the gunman had done to her. He felt so scared for her, for all of them and yet there was nothing he could do about it. If he moved, the guy could easily blow any of their heads off. It wasn't meant to be like this, he thought to himself. He decided the only thing he could do was to try and talk to the man. Maybe he could calm him down and at least get him to release Abby, even if he wouldn't set them all free.
"You were in here earlier weren't you?" Carter very calmly said. Kerry and Susan both gave him a look as if to say "are you mad", but he knew it was worth a shot. "Yes, I was the one this bitch wouldn't give me my drugs" Came the reply. "Well, she's not able to give you the drugs, it has to be a doctor. I was on duty; I assessed your case and didn't feel medication was necessary. It wasn't her fault, let her go" Carter was beginning to feel anger boiling inside of him. "I don't care whose problem it was, none of that matters" "So what does matter? Why are you doing this?" asked John. "People don't respect me, people like that bitch," He signalled towards Abby. "People need to be taught a lesson".
Abby started to struggle in his arms. She tried to struggle out of his grip when she realised she was being held against her will. She tried to bite his hand but was greeted with a blow round the face with the barrel of his gun. Darkness surrounded her once again. "Abby! No! You bastard" Carter shouted.
Nobody had noticed that Malik was missing. He had hidden in the men's bathroom when he had seen the gunman walk in. He crept out to the nurse's station, grabbed the phone and sat on the floor to conceal himself. He dialled 911 then waited for what seemed eternity for them to arrive. The police were outside the trauma room doors within minutes. "Sir, please put the gun down," they shouted to the gunman. "Fuck you" "Sir, we ask again, please put the gun down". The gunman hesitated, and then shoved Abby on the floor face down. He turned around and fired a shot at the police. He missed. Everybody screamed. The police entered through the trauma room doors and as they struggled with the gunman, he turned around and fired at Abby. He hit his target in the back.
Disclaimer – I own nothing.
Authors note – Sorry if it's a bit horrid at the moment, it will get happier, and with happiness comes carby fuzz so be patient!!
Chapter 3 – Target Practice.
Everyone was sitting in the trauma room. Carter could not take his eye of Abby. She wasn't conscious and he was worried about what the gunman had done to her. He felt so scared for her, for all of them and yet there was nothing he could do about it. If he moved, the guy could easily blow any of their heads off. It wasn't meant to be like this, he thought to himself. He decided the only thing he could do was to try and talk to the man. Maybe he could calm him down and at least get him to release Abby, even if he wouldn't set them all free.
"You were in here earlier weren't you?" Carter very calmly said. Kerry and Susan both gave him a look as if to say "are you mad", but he knew it was worth a shot. "Yes, I was the one this bitch wouldn't give me my drugs" Came the reply. "Well, she's not able to give you the drugs, it has to be a doctor. I was on duty; I assessed your case and didn't feel medication was necessary. It wasn't her fault, let her go" Carter was beginning to feel anger boiling inside of him. "I don't care whose problem it was, none of that matters" "So what does matter? Why are you doing this?" asked John. "People don't respect me, people like that bitch," He signalled towards Abby. "People need to be taught a lesson".
Abby started to struggle in his arms. She tried to struggle out of his grip when she realised she was being held against her will. She tried to bite his hand but was greeted with a blow round the face with the barrel of his gun. Darkness surrounded her once again. "Abby! No! You bastard" Carter shouted.
Nobody had noticed that Malik was missing. He had hidden in the men's bathroom when he had seen the gunman walk in. He crept out to the nurse's station, grabbed the phone and sat on the floor to conceal himself. He dialled 911 then waited for what seemed eternity for them to arrive. The police were outside the trauma room doors within minutes. "Sir, please put the gun down," they shouted to the gunman. "Fuck you" "Sir, we ask again, please put the gun down". The gunman hesitated, and then shoved Abby on the floor face down. He turned around and fired a shot at the police. He missed. Everybody screamed. The police entered through the trauma room doors and as they struggled with the gunman, he turned around and fired at Abby. He hit his target in the back.