TITLE: SICK OF
IT ALL
AUTHOR: Lagwagon21
CATEGORY:
JC/angst/drama/cast
RATINGS: R
SPOILERS: Season 1 through
Season 7... mostly doesn't say much except what deals with in season
6.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. My Tv and
Warner Brothers own them.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fan fic
I have written. This fan fic will probably read as a little cliched
to some of the other fan fics that are floating around, but it is my
idea. I am also a lazy bastard and may not write some of it for a
while but I'm sure you guys can manage. If anything I will be writing
and sending chapter by chapter.
SUMMARY: Carter is back from rehab
and he and his friends deal with his recovery. Everything seems fine
on the outside but that mistake has been made before.
Author's
Note:
I want to say that I did little research for this fic. So
it's nothing spectacular with facts and from what I did research I do
hope I got some of the medical events in here correct. This is
written for pure enjoyment, for myself and those who read it. I
apologize for dragging it out so long. Just got off track I suppose.
And obviously from when I started nothing that has happened in recent
ER is even going to show it's face. I just hope it's put together
alright and that it's something worth reading. So please, just enjoy
for what it is and not what it should be. Thanks :)
Also, I have revised and some parts were taken out and new ones put in. So some of it is different, but the story is pretty much the same, whatever that may be. :)
I MUST STRESS THE FACT THAT THIS STORY IS NOT YET FINISHED...
There is lots to come, and lots still yet to write. So pleeeease be patient.
I promise to
have it finished by the end of this year.
I work a lot... so I
will get a chapter up when I have time and will keep writing when I
have time...
And enjoy what has been written so far.....
CHAPTER ONE
A room, lighted only by the orange light of the early morning coming through the closed curtains of a window.. The room was unkept. The faint sound of an alarm clock was going off.
'beep beep beep beep'
The sound gets louder and a hand, from the right side of the bed, slaps the top of the clock. The noise stops. The clock reads 8:28 a.m.
The figure lying on the bed groans.
The man rolls over onto his back and puts his hands over his face. He lays there for a few seconds and sits up in bed. He grabs his head in pain and stands up. Realizing his mistake, he rushed to the bathroom, he opened the door, managed to turn the light on, and puke in the toilet in what seemed to be one quick motion. After what seemed like hours, he lifted his head away from the toilet and scooted his whole body over to the wall and leaned against it. His back was killing him.
"Jesus Christ" he whispered, as he gently wiped sweat from his forehead and swept a shaky, bony hand through his damp hair. He then massaged his hurting back. He sat there for a few minutes then decided to shower and perhaps shave before going to work. With the quick shower over, he finished shaving, and now he stood in front of the mirror. The face of the man he saw before him was pale and bony. His eyes were sad and tired. Standing there, looking at himself, from the expression on his face, he wasn't quite sure who he was looking at. He looked away and shut the off the light.
Walking into the living room he put his jacket on and grabbed his brown bag. He slid the shoulder strap over his head, letting it rest on his left shoulder and across his chest.. He walked over to a table in front of his couch and picked up his car keys. The man walked towards the door and thought to himself,
'Today was going to be a very long day.'