Well, rocketlover, by your request, I'm going to give Romano a cameo. I think I have the perfect setting too. It will happen in the next chapter or so. Thanks for all the reviews and please keep them coming.

Chapter 4

Carter exited the elevator on the fourth floor. Running into Mark had been quite awkward. He hadn't been able to sleep the night before. The fight kept replaying over and over in his head. He couldn't get over his anger. He wanted to pound Mark's face in. He had asked Susan out. Mark didn't have tabs on her. He had asked first. It was fair and square. How was he supposed to know that Mark wanted to do the same? He couldn't read minds. He was an ER doc, not a psychic. He clenched his fists as he thought of Mark. He wanted so badly to beat the crap out of him. He pictured himself with his hands gripped tightly around Mark's neck, strangling him.

But suddenly the picture of Mark's face popped into Carter's mind. The picture of Mark's face when they met in the elevator. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks coated in tears, his shoulders slumped over. Mark was not angry. He was miserable. He was far passed misery. But Mark had contributed to putting Susan in the hospital. He had asked Susan first. Mark should have acted like an adult about the situation. He had acted like a little kid. It was his fault. But his eyes. His eyes were so sad. They seemed to say something, but Carter was not quite sure what.

Carter shook his head violently. "Stop thinking about that jackass." He instructed himself. He entered the recovery area. He spotted Susan at the far end and made his way over to her bed. She looked so helpless. He winced as he glanced over all the machinery that was keeping her alive. He knew the medical explanation for all the instruments, but such knowledge just seemed to make the situation more uncomfortable.

"Mark you son-of-a-bitch." He felt the anger begin to build inside of him once again. "You did this to her."

He looked down at her beautiful face but instead was greeted by a pale frown. This wasn't his Susan. Mark Green had killed his Susan. He leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the cheek and left the room.

He took the elevator back down to the ER and gathered his belongings quickly. He left the hospital in search of something, but he wasn't quite sure what. He walked down the busy Chicago street. He walked several blocks, never truly paying any attention to those he passed. His mind spun with confusion. He was so angry. He hated Mark Green. How was he ever friends with that man? And he was miserable. He had fought Mark. He had contributed to Susan's accident. And he was full of sorrow. Susan was lying helpless in a hospital bed. Susan wasn't supposed to be helpless. She was strong. She was the one who helped the helpless, not the other way around.

He passed a park he commonly visited and decided to walk around the park to clear his mind. He walked slowly through the tall green grass. The wind blew harshly. He came upon a bench and decided to sit for awhile. He was fatigued after his sleepless night. He had not noticed the man beside him. He looked over and looked deep into Mark's eyes.

"We have to stop doing this." Mark offered, attempting to clear the air.

"I guess I'll be going." Carter rose to his feet.

"No, please don't go, I want to talk to you."

"Why so you can blame me for what happen? I don't want to talk to you. Because of you Susan is lying helplessly in a hospital bed over at County."

"Carter, just listen."

"No, save it, jackass."

"I'm the jackass? You provoked the fight in the first place." Mark had tried to keep his composure, but Carter had known exactly what buttons to push.

"What, are we in first grade?"

"You sure act like it."

"Shut the fuck up."

"If you hadn't of acted like a five year old when I asked Susan out, this never would have happened."

"You know how I felt, but you didn't care. You asked her out anyway, even when you knew I was trying to do the same. The world isn't all about you, Carter. You can't have every girl."

"I asked her out. Is that a crime? I don't read minds Green. How was I supposed to know you felt so strongly about her?"

"I love Susan" Mark bellowed as loudly as he could. "How could you have not known that? When she left for Arizona I went after her. I've loved her ever since."

The two men became silent. Mark stared at Carter waiting for a come back. "I hate you, you son-of-a-bitch." Carter spat at Mark and turned quickly and walked quickly out of the park.