This may seem a little bit weird, oh well. This is what happens when you've had a bad day, and just finished watching an old series five episode of ER. Hope you like, read and review.
John Carter took one last look back at County general as he exited its doors for the last time. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, sad or relieved now that this part of his life was over? He couldn't tell.
Sighing, he turned away, and then he noticed someone standing to one side, bent over and breathing deeply. trying not to be sick.
When the man stood up he saw it was Morris.
"You set the tone Morris," Carter said wistfully, repeating the words Dr Green had so wisely told him.
Morris looked up confused. "What?"
Carter shook his head, laughing slightly. "Never mind."
As he started to walk away, he wondered if he could really do this. This place had been a part of him for so long, it almost felt like a second home, and the staff had been like his family. They had all come and gone over the years, some disappearing from his life for good. But he had made a decision and now it was his turn to fade.
But, before he left Chicago forever, John remembered there was someplace he had to be.
There was a church he went to, once every year, not far from the hospital. He went there to remember someone who had meant a lot to him, someone who he'd never really stopped thinking about. It had been five years now since that fateful Valentines Day, and not a day went by when he didn't think about Lucy Knight, even if just for a second.
The church was empty and his footsteps echoed as he walked quietly to the back. Not a big religious man, he wasn't sure why he kept this up. Only that she had been so brave that night, and had done so many good things, her memory deserved to be honoured.
He took a box of matches from his pocket, and then hesitated, just looking at the other candles that were lit.
"Am I doing the right thing?" he asked himself again.
"You don't need me to tell you carter," said a voice behind him. "You should do what makes you happy. Don't hold back because of me."
"I don't hold back," he whispered.
"Yes you do," said Lucy. "Every year you come here, expecting answers nobody has. What do I look like, some miracle worker?"
He laughed softly at this. "I loved you, you know," he whispered.
She laid a hand on his arm. "I know. I loved you to. But it's time to say goodbye now. Time to move on."
He nodded. Then he reached out and lit the candle, watching it burn and flicker in the soft wind that came from the open windows. "Goodbye Lucy," he whispered.
Then he stood up, ready to start a new life.