Thanks for all the reviews. I'm sorry if this idea has been done before. I promise I did not copy it. But, I am going to continue on with it. I have some ideas I really want to use. I'm also sorry about the vulgarity, but I think it portrays Carter appropriately.
Chapter 2
Mark and Carter both froze as they saw the vehicle hit Susan. The two remained transfixed on the curb staring at the still body. A pool of blood began to form around her. As the two men stood in disbelief a group of people pushed from behind forcing them to move out of the way. A crowd had formed and the ER had been notified. Kerry and Luka forced Carter and Mark out of the way. Chuny followed the pack pushing a gurney. Mark and Carter were snapped back to reality and sprinted over to the sight.
"How does her head look?" Mark question rapidly as he came up behind Kerry.
"Not good. There is a lot of blood. She's going to need a head CT."
"This is all your fault, jackass." Mark bellowed at Carter.
"Shut the fuck up. You had just as much to do with this."
"You started the fight."
"You…"
"Both of you need to leave right now." Kerry yelled at the top of her lungs. "We're trying to save Susan's life after the two of you caused her to run off like that."
"But we want to help." Carter put in.
"You guys have been enough help for one day. Just get out of my way." Kerry turned away as she spat off vitals to Luka.
The two men hesitated and then backed away. They made their way back through the ER doors and toward the lounge. As they entered the vacant room, Mark made his way over to the old, beat-up sofa and sat down.
"What the hell do we do now? This is all your fault, son-of-a-bitch. Because of you…" Carter stopped as he heard a sobbing noise come from Mark's direction. Mark had buried his face in his hands an begun to cry. Carter turned around and stomped out of the lounge, slamming the door behind him.
Mark felt sick to his stomach. What had he done? He had always loved Susan. He was miserable when she had left. All he wanted to do was go out to dinner with her. But he let his anger toward Carter get in the way. Why had he been such a fool. Now the woman who he was madly in love with was fighting for her life. If she died he knew he wouldn't be able to go on any longer. She was his life. Seeing her after all those years had reassured this.
He rose from the couch. He had to find out how Susan was doing. He had to be there for her.
He exited the lounge and made his way down the hall toward the admit desk. "Jerry, do you know where they took Susan?" Mark tried to keep his voice steady.
"Yeah. Up for a head CT, and then the OR. Something about her spleen."
"Thanks, Jerry." Mark walked down the hall toward the elevator. He knew he would not be able to see her for several hours, but he couldn't leave. He entered the elevator and pushed 4. He exited the elevator and made his way toward the OR waiting room. He would wait for as long as he had to. He made himself comfortable in a corner chair. He would be there for quite some time.