A Simple Twist of Faith
Hey, I'd just like to apologize for how short this part is, I haven't had
much time to write. I'd also like to say I'm not a cop and don't know much
about police procedure, but I've tried to make it believable. Thanks to
everyone for your kind feedback and encouragement!
Peter suddenly understood what Mark was referring to.
"So, you're saying that Carter gave him epi, but in the fuss it got knocked
off the table and rolled under it?" Peter inquired.
"I hope so. I'm getting the syringe tested that was on the table as well
to see what was in it. It still doesn't explain the potassium though. What
did the detective say?" Mark asked, changing the subject.
"He was no help. I'm admitting Carter for overnight observation. He was
unconscious for some time. I have to talk to Carter. Let me know what you
find in the syringe," Peter muttered, and was gone.
Peter saw Carter was starting to doze off, and turned to leave the room,
not wanting to disturb him.
"Dr. Benton?" a tired voice asked, just as Peter was about to leave.
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this. You should have been home for
dinner a long time ago," Carter whispered.
"Don't worry about it, man. Get some rest. I'm admitting you for the
night, so we'll talk in the morning." Peter left before Carter could say
anything else. Carter was right though. He had already missed dinner.
Carla wouldn't be very happy with him.
Making his way to the admit desk, he noted a crowd of nurses whispering
about something, and constantly looking over in his direction. He felt
anger at the fact that these people had nothing better to do then gossip
about a colleague.
He pointedly ignored them, and picked up the phone to call Carla. He was
disappointed to get the answering machine. Leaving a brief message, he hung
up and went in search of Mark. He was worried about Carter, but also needed
to get home. Reese hadn't been home from the hospital long, and he needed
to see him.
Peter was dead on his feet. Reese had not stopped crying all night, and
now he felt like a zombie. Maybe he could talk that new surgeon, Elizabeth,
into covering for him.
He walked up to the admit desk to check the board. Sure enough, Carter was
still in exam 4.
"Hey, Dr. Benton," Randi greeted him. "Interested in hearing the newest
gossip about Carter's attack?"
"No, Randi, I'm not. Don't you have..." Peter was cut off.
"The cops are in with him now. The rumour mill is saying Carter was
attacked because this drug dealer wants money from him."
Peter was about to say how ludicrous that was when Dr. Weaver interrupted
"Peter, I need to speak with you. Something has come up."
Kerry led him to the lounge, leaving Randi at the desk with a smug smile on
"What is it?" asked Benton impatiently.
"Randi wasn't so far off with her recent gossip. The cops are in with
Carter now. I don't know exactly what's going on, but they found a note at
Carter's apartment. It has something to do with Michael's death. And there's more."
"Mark got a call from the morgue attendant last night shortly after you
left. He found a syringe hidden in Michael's bed sheets. Tests comfirmed
it had potassium in it."
"What about the syringe Mark found?"
"There was epinephrine in that one. Something very strange is going on
Peter. I don't want you discuss this with anyone but Mark, Anspaugh, and I.
"Yeah, whatever. I need to talk to Carter." Peter quickly left the
lounge, a feeling of foreboding in his stomach. Something was starting to
feel very wrong.
His feelings of distress were amplified when he entered the exam room to
find two cops in an intense conversation with Carter. Carter looked upset
about something, but definitely more alert than he had last night.
"Ah, Dr. Benton," Andersen greeted him. "This is my partner, Greg Lowell."
Peter glanced at the younger cop before turning his attention back to
"You have that look, Dr. Benton. The 'why was I left out of the loop, I'm
involved here too' look. Well, I don't mind telling you, but there is some
very serious shit going on here."