First I just want to give a shout out to all those who have reviewed. Thank you snapdragon247, Susan17, rocketlover, saved-by-grace, pinksparkle02, jezzy, er fanfic reader, britgirl2003, mrsclooney, Noah Wyle's chick, and exquisiterevelation. Also, britgirl, its not that I don't love Carter. I actually love him, but I love Marsans (LOL). When he died I was very upset. Well, here it is. I hope you like it. I wrote it while I should have been doing HW. Who cares about algebra and Spanish anyway?
Chapter 3
"Dr. Green, Mark, wake up." Mark slowly opened his eyes. As he gained consciousness, a clear picture of his surroundings came into view. While waiting to see Susan, he had fallen asleep in the waiting room. A familiar nurse stood in front of him. As a member of the ER, he regularly corresponded with the OR staff. "Mark, Susan is in recovery. Would you like to see her?"
"Yes, please."
"Follow me." Mark groggily rose from his seat, just now noticing the crick in his neck. He rubbed his tired eyes and followed the young woman out of the waiting area. They walked down the long, white hall and into recovery. "Right in here. She's of course still asleep."
"Thanks."
The woman left Mark. She knew that Mark wanted privacy. Mark approached one side of Susan's bed. He felt awkward being so close to her, even when she was asleep. He eyed all the machinery and IVs that came from her body. As an ER doctor, these instruments were nothing new to him, but seeing them come from someone he loved so much made it extraordinarily difficult. When a patient was hooked to every thing imaginable, it was sad, but it was just what they had to do. When it was Susan, the woman he had always loved, it was far different. As he peered at her frail body, tears began to fall down his pale cheeks. His ear caught the sound of her monitor beeping in the corner. As he looked at her face, the sound seemed to ring louder and louder. With every breath, the sound became unbearable. He covered his ears to block the sound, but it just seemed to increase in volume. Tears began to flood his eyes. How could he have let this happen? He loved her so much.
"I'm so sorry, Susan. I love you more than I could ever tell you." He cried out as he ran from the room.
He walked briskly down the hallway and into the elevator. He had to get as far from her as he could. He had longed to see her, but now that he had, he felt ten times worse. He loved her. He really loved her. But what was going to happen? She was so small, so frail. As he entered the elevator, he paid no attention to his surroundings. He shot his hand out to push the appropriate numbers. At the same time another occupant of the chamber did the same. Their hands touched and the two men looked at each other. Mark looked into Carter's eyes. Their was no anger in his eyes. There was pain and sorrow. Mark stared blankly at his fellow doctor. He had no idea as to what to say.
"Sorry," Mark muttered quietly as the elevator stopped on his floor and he quickly rushed out of the small chamber. He wanted to hate Carter. He was responsible for Susan's condition. But he had seen the sorrow in his eyes. Was John feeling the same things that he was? And he was just as responsible for what had occurred. But, Carter had been the one who had provoked the argument that inevitably brought on the accident. Mark shook his head in confusion. He headed to the lounge. He gathered his belongings from his locker, removing his lab coat, and exited the lounge. He quickly vacated the ER, walking out onto the busy Chicago street where the accident had occurred. He was not quite sure where he was going. He had no true destination in mind. He just had to clear his mind.
TBC