Goodbye Kiss

5. The Dance We Do

The Dance We Do
Season 7 x 08

for the past month carter has been quite the friendly guy toward me.
i thought it was pretty odd..
the ER had been pretty hectic to say the least. i mean, not like it never was before. i guess it was just that time of year.
abby had been having troubles with her mother. elizabeth corday was being sued for malpractice. benton just lost his nephew. gosh, right?
"gianna" carter smiled
"hey" i nodded
"can we get dip a urine, cbc, chem 7"
"sure"
"and get him on a iv drip"
"no problem" i smiled
i went to the drug lockup to get the iv and blood sample started.
then, i quickly scanned the chart.
"mr. patterson" i smiled
he nodded
"i have to collect a couple samples for you"
i waved the urine cup.
he rolled his eyes
"i can show you to the bathroom"
i helped him out of bed and walked him to the bathroom.
"you're awfully pretty to be a nurse"
i didn't say anything.
"here's the men's room and the cup"
"go pee in it"
"you're not gonna come watch?" he smirked
"go"
i pointed to the door.
i leaned against the wall, waiting for the man to come out.
"all done" he smiled
we walked back to his gurney.
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the rest of that day was uneventful.
that was until mark had a seizure in a trauma room. he was yelling at carter for not taking his medication.
"did he hit his head?" i asked, bent down next to carter.
"no"
"does he have a fever?"
"we need 4 milligrams of ativan now"
i got the bottle from the storage cabinet and handed it to him.
"hold him still"
i pinned him to the ground and stabilized his head.
"okay 15 litres of o2 and get a line going" carter sighed, standing up.
"let's get him on the gurney" i nodded

it was a couple minutes later and mark was stable.
i scribbled in the chart outside of the trauma room.
"what do you want for labs?"
"cbc and a chem 20" carter whispered
"carter" lydia shouted
he was awake.
"what happened?" he asked
"you had a seizure"
"your vitals are normal and we're gonna take you for a head ct"
"follow my finger"
his eyes went wide.
mark got out of the bed and put back on his clothes.
"dr. greene, you need to be monitored"
"i got it"
"but, you could b-"
"i'll handle it" he repeated, walking out.

it was later, i went outside for the incoming trauma with carter.
mark was out there playing basketball.
"looks like you're feeling better" i smiled
"yeah" he nodded
carter joined him.
"i got my prescription refilled, wanna see me take it?"
"no"
mark stopped dribbling the basketball.
"you two"
"thanks for helping me out"
"wanna tell us what happened?"
"not particularly"
"i did treat you"
"technically i am your doctor and anything you tell me is confidential"
"and i don't think gianna is gonna tell anyone"
"nope" i smiled
"okay, doctor"
he looked up at me.
"okay, nurse"
"it's quite simple" he smiled
"i have a brain tumour"
my stomach dropped.
"what?" i scoffed