Ella Greene
Walking into an ER- easy. Walking into the ER where my father once worked- not so easy. I sit outside on a bench, and then get up again. I walk towards the entrance, and then turn around. This isn't going to be easy. It's either now or never, I tell myself, but my feet just refuse to carry me to the doorway.
So here I am, at County General's ER. Sitting on a bench. How pathetic. I should just go in there. Why was this so hard? Finally someone comes out. A doctor. He walks up to me.
"Having trouble going in?" he asks. Damn, I can't believe it. He was watching me? I look up at him. He is kind of old and has a few gray hairs. He was handsome though despite this.
"Uh, yeah, sorta," I tell him, unsure what to say. He looks at me kind of weird- I guess because of my accent.
"What's your name?" he asks me. I look at him kind of weird, and then decide to tell him.
"Ella," I say. "My name's Ella."
He gets this weird look on his face, and then tilts his head, looking at me funny. "Greene?" he asks.
"Uh, yeah actually. My father used to work here."
"Oh my gosh," he says, stunned. "Are you Mark Greene's daughter?" he asks.
"Um, yeah." I say, then add in a "why?"
"Wow," he says, looking me over.
"Do you know him?" I ask.
"Yeah… gosh… I worked with him here for about eight years," he tells me. "I'm John Carter by the way," he adds in, putting out his hand. I shake it.
"So, you knew my dad?" I ask.
"Yeah. Wow, I remember when you were just a baby," he says.
"You knew me when I was little?" I ask.
"Yeah, just before your dad died," he tells me.
"Tell me about him," I say, as Dr. Carter starts to tell me all the things about my father that my mother never told me.
