Goodbye Kiss

96. Carter Est Amoureux

Carter Est Amoureux
Season 11 x 21
April, 2005:

wednesday.
"don't go in there" pratt said, rolling his eyes.
behind him, were morris, ray, and neela. they all stood in the ambulance bay.
"if i had a choice i wouldn't step foot near here ever again" i smiled
"is there actually anyone on with me tonight?" i asked
"a moonlighter, jake, and carter" morris grinned,
i raised my eyebrows "i thought carter was in paris?"
"i guess not anymore" pratt shrugged
"well, you all have a wonderful time getting drunk tonight"
"yeah, i hope that little one sleeps good for daddy kovac" morris waved
that man never failed to make me roll my eyes.
i walked toward the doors, despite not wanting to.
on the way in, i also heard abby fighting with jake.
i didn't really want to think about her tonight, or at all for that matter.
really, i was surprised to see susan still working here.
"have a good shift, gianna" she smiled
"probably won't" i shrugged
"goodnight" i added
i threw my leather coat in my locker, and went around the hospital to find luka.

it was about ten minutes later when he signed off all of his patients.
milo was getting pretty cranky.
"he's eating eggs now" i said, passing him off to luka.
then, i took my sleeve, wiping the drool off of his mouth.
"seems like all that teething is finally being put to a good cause" i sighed
"hows his temp?" luka asked
"it's lowering now" i nodded
"i better get him home to bed"
"yeah"
"i'll see you tomorrow" he whispered
i nodded my head again, heading back down the hall.
——
"do you mind irrigating my guys neck?" jake asked
"not at all" i smiled
i grabbed a suture kit and some saline, walking toward the patient.
"how'd you cut your head?" i asked, putting on a pair of gloves.
i opened the tray up,
"i was shaving my beard and my wife snuck up on me"
"gosh, must've been a pretty sharp razor"
"fresh blade" he nodded
"that'll do it" i sighed
i filled the syringe with saline.
"this'll sting a bit" i warned
i flushed the wound with the saline, then dried it off with a piece of gauze.
"this is gonna numb the area so mr. scanlon here, can suture you up"
i took a cotton swab, rubbing it around the area.
"alright, come find me when it's ready for a dressing" i smiled
"thank you, gianna" jake nodded
——
"so, i thought you were in paris?" i asked, leaning against the admit desk.
carter looked like hell to be honest.
"i don't really want to think about it"
"alright" i nodded, continuing to scribble in a chart.
"kem has moved on" he whispered,
my eyes went wide.
"i'm sorry to hear that, john"
he shrugged his shoulders.
"it's a lot to take in"
"why'd you go?"
"her mother had meningitis"
"oh my god"
"viral" he sighed,
"oh"
"yeah"
he looked at me blankly.
"you want me to change the subject, huh?" i smiled
"that would be nice" he laughed
"well-"
"i don't know"
"there's crap leaking out of the ceiling"
"and a wonderful dead lady waiting on me to take her to the morgue" i smiled, setting down my chart.
——
i sat myself on an empty gurney in the hallway, signing off time cards.
jake passed by,
"so, jake, you're graduating med school?" i asked, causing him to stop.
"yeah" he smiled
"can you believe you almost made it out of this place?"
"i wanted to put it as my first option for placements, actually"
he looked down at his feet.
"abby wants me to go to san francisco"
"oddly enough, this place has an impact on you" i laughed
"it does" he nodded
"sorry, jake" i sighed, hopping off the gurney.
he shrugged his shoulders, handing me a chart.
"this place is so depressing" i cackled, walking down the hallway.