Fallen Angel
Chapter 10
Note- sorry I know today is Sunday, but I had this written yesterday… my internet is just being special it has moments of good and more moments of bad, pretty much it wouldn't let me sign in. Sorry again, but since you had to wait I wrote extra since I had more time. I hope that you all enjoy.
He struggled to open his eyes as he felt himself being lifted up, he wanted to talk, but the numbness only showed its strength. He heard mumbles of mixed speech undecipherable. His mind ran though what had happened because he wasn't really sure. He played the moment over in his head, pleased with his act. But where did it go wrong? He lay motionless, left alone with his thoughts.
The staff gathered around his crumpled form on the floor. "Carter? Carter, can you hear me?" Dr. Benton asked his voice full of a familiar worry they had all heard before. "Lets get him to trauma, someone get a back board." He said without looking away from Carter.
Within seconds they were in the trauma room, although it seemed like hours passing with everything in slow motion. They removed Carter's shirt and found the main cause of the dilemma. Benton searched his memory for when. He realized that he had watched it happen without realizing it.
Carter's hand struck the man across the jaw; he retrieved the gun as the man protected himself. The knife was pushed forward forcefully before Carter knocked him to the ground. He staggered backwards, but all eyes fell on the fallen man and the girl's father. They all looked up at Carter again once he regained what composure he had left and spoke with strength and courage. His agony went unnoticed as he held his ground until it became too much for him.
As Benton and the others surrounding Carter came to realize everything they had ignored, they continued their work, while playing that moment over and over again in their minds wondering why they didn't realize anything at that point.
The world was spinning slower as seconds passed and hope rose and fell with every change on the monitors surrounding the bed. The nurses blurred in the background as they scrambled with supplies.
The door entering the room swung in and out, as people rushed around, working to save their friend again. Benton and Luka worked side by side, while other doctors like Chen and Malucci mainly watched, but did what they could once asked.
Beyond the trauma room at the admit desk it was a new world. Cops surrounded the area and everyone was being questioned. Mark sat in chairs with Jenny on his lap, crying, blaming herself for what happened. Mark held her tightly as he listened to all of the commotion around him, but strained to hear what was happening in the distance as he watched the staff run around, streaming through the hospital in search of anything. He was lost in the chain of events, stuck behind the desk unable to see what was happening, only hearing what was to be heard. He was unsure of what was happening, but nurses leaving the room would smile at him giving him hope.
One female officer took a seat by Mark and began to ask him questions. He answered for what he knew, then when he was asked if the girl could speak Mark refused and said that she needed time before questioning. Mark lifted the child into a strong embrace as he carried her to the lounge to escape the noise.
He sat her down on the couch and kneeled in front of her. Her eyes blinked away the tears still forming in her eyes. He took a tissue out of his pocket and gently swept her tears from her face. She was about to apologize again when Mark cut her off, "It's not your fault," he said softly "your dad needs help, and we are going to help him get that help. Now, whenever you are ready the police out there" he looked towards the door, "will need to ask you some questions."
Her eyes fell watching her hands place with the familiar strings hanging from her jacket. "Ok," she said in barely a whisper "I'll talk to them." Mark looked at the strength this young child possessed and his heart broke looking at her pain. He excused himself to find the officer he met earlier.
Mark walked around searching when he decided to check on Carter. He walked towards Trauma one. He got there and found that it was pure chaos. He looked away and met Dr. Weaver's eyes before she turned back to talk to the police surrounding her. He walked into the room and wondered if this is what it was like the last time. He could fell the fear and panic as he entered the room and he only added to it.
Blood covered the sheets and parts of the floor surrounding the gurney. "Lets get him upstairs, now" Benton said catching his breath. As he wheeled him out to the elevators he looked down at the still unconscious patient, this time was different. He expected to see Carter looking back at him, but was met by nothing, an emptiness looming in the air. The elevator doors opened and Benton entered feeling alone. The doors closed and Benton said the only thing he could think of, "Come on Carter, I'm going to get you through this, do you hear me? Come on man." He looked at the floors changing unable to bear the silent void except to beeping showing life.
The doors opened to a silent realm, chaos contained. He watched as Dr. Romano came over to the open elevator and took hold of the gurney. "What are his stats Peter?" His voice wasn't full of the sadistic tone everyone knew, he was more worried then he ever let show. Benton rambled off the stats as Carter was wheeled to the free room prepared for him.
While scrubbing in, the two surgeons didn't talk, but to discuss stats and procedures done. They entered the room and began their work to repair the damage done. As time passed nothing changed, they worked but his stats remained the same or fell slightly. They continued their search to find out all the damage done. The knife fell below bibs on his right side, it stabbed in through his side at an angle up and back towards his spine, but missed by no less then half of an inch. After two hours of work they fixed what the found in search of anything else causing the stats to remain so low.
Carter listened as hard as he could trying to determine what was being said around him, a lone voice became clearer and he could only guess what was being said. The noise turned to silence, and all he heard was the beeping around him. Another voice broke in a voice gentler then he had ever heard it. Once again the words became muffled together then everything faded away, he remembered the feeling and allowed it to consume him.
Four and a half hours passed before Carter was removed from the room and placed into a private intensive care bed. Benton sat with him, before he was called down to the ER for questioning.
Jenny was questioned and taken to a foster care facility although her and the staff fought against it. Mark took the elevator up to the room as he stepped off he traded places with Peter who was now making his way down to the ER. Mark walked over to the doorway and looked in, but before he could enter his beeper went off sending him back to the ER.
Sound came back to him, but it was silence again, but the beeping reassured him of life. He tried to open his eyes, to move even a little, but it was useless. The numbness that threatened him earlier was gone and he could fell the pain he had hoped to avoid. He felt alone as the warmth was lifted. He heard footsteps distancing themselves from where he was laying, he then heard a new set getting closer then stopping. A new familiar beeping filled his mind. Then he listened to the steps leaving him alone.
His thoughts were not empty, but filled with sounds he dreamt of often, he could hear Lucy's voice talking to him from past memories, but that sweet voice was pushed away when a voice ripped through his thoughts and took over. It was the man who created Carter's hell. But now his voice faded behind a gentle soft voice, that wasn't forgotten. He could feel the child's arms as if he was still holding her safe with him. He could hear her muffled cries as well as her sweet heartfelt laughter. All he wanted was to know how she was, to wake up to see her smiling and happy, but he couldn't seem to awaken from the dream he was stuck in.
Note – Once again sorry, ok next update will be some point this upcoming weekend. Probably one or two more chapters left, but not even I know for sure. Hope that you liked this chapter, have a great day.