Their Reactions
Chapter 2
Carla
"Oh! My poor Bam-" I stopped remembering the crudely written note. "JD." Hot tears slid down my cheeks and I was sure if I didn't calm down I would start hyperventilating. "Oh god JD, why? Why would you do this?" More tears spilled from my eyes and it was becoming hard to breath properly. I looked up and saw Turk cradling his best friend in his arms, mumbling incoherent words into the corpses ear.
"T-Turk? Turk baby stop. Please stop, he's gone." I stood with one hand over my mouth and the other crossed my chest. He just kept rocking, holding JD tighter. I couldn't take it, seeing my husband holding the dead body of his best friend and talking to him as if he were still alive. Sniffling, I slowly walked over and knelt down next to my husband and soon the incoherent words became clear.
"Don't worry buddy, we'll get you a room at the hospital and they'll fix you up good. Then we can go out for ice-cream, would you like that? Strawberry with vanilla sprinkles, just how you like it." He whispered.
I couldn't take it, and let loose a series of sobs. "Turk stop it! Stop it right now! He's gone! JD's gone…" My throat hurt from shouting and I was starting to feel sick. I glanced down and realized I was kneeling in blood. Being a nurse this shouldn't of bothered me as much as it did. But this was different.
This was JD's blood.
The blood spilled from his slit wrists.
From his suicide.
Turk finally set JD down and wrapped his arms around me instead. "He's really gone, isn't he Carla?"
I opened my mouth to reply but all that came out was a pitiful squeak and more sobs.
I wish I could have been more sensitive to his self esteem. I wish I would've seen the warning signs. I wish I wouldn't have taken that extra shift for Elliot, that way I could've come home earlier and stopped him before he…
I started to shake, Turk gripped me tighter. God how I loved him.
It was then something occurred to me. Elliot. And Dr. Cox. And everyone else at Sacred Heart. How would they react to all this? When we finally got the courage to call the police or ambulance, how would they take it? Would they be sad? Angry? …Heart broken even?
I looked up at Turk. He wasn't crying anymore. Just…staring. At nothing at all. "We have to do something." I whispered sadly.
"What?" It was more of a statement than a question.
We sat there for a while, simply starring at JD's unmoving body.
"I don't know."
AUTHORS NOTES
Okay, I have to be honest. I don't like this chapter at all. Carla is the caring, mother hen type and the complete opposite of me.
I don't give a rats ass if someone gets hit by a car, or beaten to a pulp in an alleyway. I would watch for a few seconds then walk away. Its not my problem. Unless it was someone I knew and even then the feelings mutual. So it was hard writing Carla.
I promise the next chapter will make up for it!
BTW, I have no idea what JD's favorite ice-cream is and didn't feel like looking all over youtube to find out.
Please review!
Miz. Jynx