Abby was sitting on the bench. She glanced up to the sky. A big dark cloud began to arrive above the city. She sighed and closed her eyes to smell the rain which was near. Suddenly she grinned when she felt a drop on her mouth. She opened eyes and stood up. She walked in the street. She didn't know where she went but she continued her way. A tear flowed on her cheek.

Luka walked up and down in the flat. He took his cell phone and composed a phone number.
"Cook County Hospital, I listen."
"Frank? It's the doctor Kovac."
"Good evening, Doctor Kovac."
"Is Abby here?"
"Nope, sorry."
"Okay, thanks."
"You're welcome."
"See you tomorrow."
"See you."
Luka picked down and sighed. He slided into his hair. He went to the door, took his jacket and opened the door. He went to go out when suddenly he jumped, seeing Abby. She looked at him. Her wet hair dropped on her shoulders. She shivered. Luka turned his eyes away.
"Where were you?"
"I needed a walk."
"With this weather?"
"Shut up, Luka!"
She entered, furiously. Luka closed the door and threw his jacket on the chair.
"You're soaking."
"I know."
She didn't look at him. He moved to her and put his hand on her shoulder, but she slipped away.
"I go to take a shower."
She went to the bathroom and bolted the door.

Luka was lying down on the bed. He heard the bathroom's lock, and then he heard Abby's steps in the corridor. She entered in the bedroom and laid down next to him.
"Abby…"
"I'm tired, I would like to sleep."
"We must talk."
"Not now, Luka. Let me sleep."
Luka sighed.

The sun began to raise in the sky. Luke felt its warmth on his face. He opened his eyes, slowly. He moved in the bed. At the bottom of him, he hoped that Abby is just next to her, lying down. But there was nobody. He sighed, despairing. He got up. He pulled on his pants. He went to the living room.
"Abby?"
No answer. He served himself a cup of coffee and shook his head. Suddenly, he heard someone who closed a door. Abby appeared in the kitchen.
"Good morning", Luka said.
"Hi."
Her tone of voice was icy. Luka shivered. He watched her attentively. She was putting on her a black jacket. She was wearing black pants and a headband. She had combed her hair, carefully. Her hair was bright. She was so beautiful… Luka had a heavy heart. So near… but so far… Abby looked at him.
"Why are you watching me like that?"
Her tone of voice was more and more icy.
"Abby…"
"Okay. Luka, I don't want to talk, now. I will be late. I must go now."
She took her handbag and opened the door.
"Abby!"
She turned, she shook the head, and then she went out and closed the door. Luka bent the head.

Abby got out subway. She went down the stairs and…suddenly she stopped herself. She stopped when she saw a seven or eight months pregnant woman. Her heart squeezed up. She was on the verge to break down. She shook her head and she went to cross the street. But suddenly a car was arriving. Abby felt a wave of panic to go up into her. Somebody pounced on her to save her. Abby was stretched out on the ground. The man was on her. She looked at him. He smiled, stood up and helped Abby to stand up.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Oh…yeah…I believe…I dunno."
"The next time, make attention when you'll cross the street."
"Yes…"
"Are you sure that you are okay?"
"Yup…thank you."
"Welcome, Miss."
She smiled to thank him and turned in direction to the hospital. The man saw a paper on the ground; he picked up it and watched it. It was a photo of a little baby. He looked around him to see if Abby was still here. He saw her who was coming in the building. He smiled and ran to there. He entered and asked to a nurse.
"Excuse me, did you see a woman, brown hair, brown eyes, very pretty?"
"Yes, it's the doctor Lockhart. She is in the rest room."
"Thanks."
Abby appeared with her overall.
"Sorry,…Doctor Lockhart. You lost it when you fell."
She looked at the photo. The man noticed that she had hurting by this photo.
"He's cute."
"He's dead."
She took it and continued.
"Who are you?"
"Yes…I'm Doctor McMahon, Ryan McMahon."
"Oh…you're the new doctor."
"Yes. The substitute of Doctor Clemente."
"Nice to meet you. I must go."
She went away. Bryan smiled and shook the head.

Luka entered in the room. Abby was sitting on the chair.
"Are you okay? Neela said to me about this morning?"
"I'm okay."
"What happened?"
"I didn't look."
He sighed.
"Stop it."
She looked at him, surprised.
"What?"
"Your behaviour. Your reaction towards me, towards the situation."
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk! I want to talk with you about the baby, about us."
"There is nothing to say."
"Oh, yes. There are a lot of things to say. And I begin. He's dead. Our son is dead."
"I know!"
She stood up, she didn't dare to look at him in eyes.
"I know it! I lost my baby. I lost my son. And I can't do anything."
"You can talk, you can to deliver you."
"Nothing can deliver my pain."
"So…me… I'm nothing to you…nothing…"
She didn't answer. Luka moved towards her and caressed her cheek.
"I need you… Because you're not the one to suffer. I lost my child. I lost my third child."
He turned and went out.

Luka went out the elevator. He arrived in NICU. He knocked at the door.
"Enter."
He opened the door. The doctor was sitting at his desk.
"Doctor Kovac."
"Doctor Cooper"
"Thanks to be come."
Luka sat in front of him.
"Why did you call me?"
"I wanted to know if you want the thread of your son…"
"I dunno…"
Doctor Cooper put the thread on the desk. Luka's eyes put on the thread and read:
Josip Damian Kovac. Born: 3 July 2006. Death: 10 July 2006.
He shivered and looked at the doctor.
"I will take it, thank you."
He stood up and went out. He leant on the wall and a tear began to flow on his cheek.

Abby walked in the corridor. Sam passed next to her.
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"Did you see Luka?"
"I left."
"Why?"
"I don't know. He asked Weaver if he could leave."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Abby entered in suture room and composed a phone number on her cell phone.
Nobody answered. The answering machine was working.
"Hello, you're on the answering machine of Abby and Luka. We're not here. Let a message after the bip."
A smile curved on her lips. She remembered the day where they did it. Abby was lying down on the bed and Luka was kissed her belly. She was six months pregnant. Suddenly, she jumped when she heard the bip. She sighed and picked down.

Sam moved forward the bench in the ambulance bay where Luka was sitting. She sat next to him and said to him.
"Are you okay?"
"Not really."
"You know…you can talk to me. I will listen to you… Don't remain like that."
He looked at her and a little smile appeared on his lips.
"I never imagined that it happened again."
"What? Your children?"
"Yeah. Lose another child. (He paused.) Abby is…hurting…and she doesn't want that I help her."
"She needs time… She was so happy… and now… let her time."
"Yeah. I will let her time. I'll leave."
"Luka… Where?"
"Darfur. I must change my mind. I can't stay here. Abby doesn't want to be with me. I'm alone. I need to know that I can help someone."
"I'm sure she needs you, but it's too hard for her to ask it."
"Perhaps. But I can't. I said to Weaver. I'll leave in the night."
"Luka…talk to her."
He looked at her, his eyes were full of pain, full of despair.
"Sam, she doesn't want to talk."
Sam sighed. Luka glanced up the sky and he felt Sam's hand put on his hand.
"Keep hope. It will happen well. I'm sure." She added

Abby entered in Luka's place. She noticed immediately the glass of whiskey on the living room's table, a smell of cigarette and three cigarette butts in the ashtray.
"Luka?"
She took off her coat, she put her handbag on the floor. She saw bedroom's door was opened. She went there. Luka was packing his bags.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll leave."
She said anything. Luka wasn't surprised that she didn't answer. In his heart, he hoped that she begged him to stay but, she didn't move.
"Why?"
"Why? You ask me why? Abby… We need time, both. You remain like that and it's killing me. I feel that you don't want my help, and it's hurting me. I prefer to leave and that we take time to think about us. Because, I'm sure I love you. But I don't really sure that… you… you love me."
He took his bags and went to the door. He put on his coat. Abby appeared, running.
"Where will you go?"
"Darfur."
"No…no…Luka…not there. Everywhere but not there."
"I need to help other people, who ask my help to relieve their pain contrary to you."
He smiled a last time, moved forward her, took her by her waist and put a sweet kiss on her mouth and then he left. Abby felt that she was falling. Her heart bounced more and more rapidly.