Disclaimer : I don´t own any of the characters from ER. The only character
I own is Amanda.
People don´t change. I think me saying that was what drove him away. He began acting really strange that night. We went to a restaurant because he had something important to ask me, but he didn´t. But I saw the ring that night. He didn´t propose because I burst his bubble, he wanted to change me, he didn´t like me the way I was, so when I said I didn´t plan to change, he got cold feet and started drawing away from me.
People don´t change, I said. I didn´t believe it then, but I do now. And he is the living evidence of that. He used to be a caring and sweet guy, but in matter of days, he changed, he became self-centered and selfish. He didn´t love me anymore, so he ran away to Africa to get away from me. He sent me a letter breaking up, well, thinking about it now, at least he had the decency to do so. But that letter brought me so much pain, I had to run away as well.
* 5 years ago *
I was sitting on a bench outside County, having trouble believing how much it hurt to be dumped by the only person I had truly loved.
"Abby!" called Susan "Hey, earth to Abby! Are you alright?"
I shook my head and handed the letter to Susan "He is breaking up with me"
"I am sorry, Abby, but it is his loss" Susan said smiling, but her expression changed when I smiled back at her. "God, Abby, you look very pale, have you eaten anything today?"
I shook my head once again "I have been feeling sick these days. I think the bathroom floor has become my favorite place around the house" I said trying to forget about the pain I was feeling inside.
Susan chuckled, but stared at me looking concerned "Maybe we should run a few tests just to make sure you are alright"
Once again, I shook my head, that had become a habit now "I´m ok, it´s just a bug, it´ll pass" I stood up, ready to go back to work.
The minute I got up, I got very dizzy and fell down. After that, I don´t remember what happened. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a gurney and Susan was looking directly at me. She had a weird glance.
Am I that sick? Am I dying? Maybe this sharp pain in my chest isn´t from the heartbreak but for an actual heart failure.
"Abby, you fainted, so I ordered some tests. We´ve got the results back" Susan said trying to avoid eye contact "You are pregnant. You are 7 weeks pregnant, Abby"
What? This can´t be happening, not now. 7 weeks? But Carter and I ... oh no, I got pregnant that night? We used protection every time we made love, but that particular night before he went to Africa, we had sex without protection. Isn´t it ironic? We protected ourselves from love, but the one time we just had sex without getting emotions involved, I got pregnant.
"Abby? You are going to be alright, you´ll be a wondeful mother" reassured me my best friend.
"Susan, I can´t ..." I said feeling a tear rolling down my cheek "What if he comes back and sees me with a child? He´ll know it´s his. I can´t do this"
That day, I packed my stuff, and left Chicago. That place was full of sad memories and if I were to have a child, I wanted to have a fresh start, where nobody knew my name. I moved to San Francisco, and never looked back, until today, five years later.
People don´t change. I think me saying that was what drove him away. He began acting really strange that night. We went to a restaurant because he had something important to ask me, but he didn´t. But I saw the ring that night. He didn´t propose because I burst his bubble, he wanted to change me, he didn´t like me the way I was, so when I said I didn´t plan to change, he got cold feet and started drawing away from me.
People don´t change, I said. I didn´t believe it then, but I do now. And he is the living evidence of that. He used to be a caring and sweet guy, but in matter of days, he changed, he became self-centered and selfish. He didn´t love me anymore, so he ran away to Africa to get away from me. He sent me a letter breaking up, well, thinking about it now, at least he had the decency to do so. But that letter brought me so much pain, I had to run away as well.
* 5 years ago *
I was sitting on a bench outside County, having trouble believing how much it hurt to be dumped by the only person I had truly loved.
"Abby!" called Susan "Hey, earth to Abby! Are you alright?"
I shook my head and handed the letter to Susan "He is breaking up with me"
"I am sorry, Abby, but it is his loss" Susan said smiling, but her expression changed when I smiled back at her. "God, Abby, you look very pale, have you eaten anything today?"
I shook my head once again "I have been feeling sick these days. I think the bathroom floor has become my favorite place around the house" I said trying to forget about the pain I was feeling inside.
Susan chuckled, but stared at me looking concerned "Maybe we should run a few tests just to make sure you are alright"
Once again, I shook my head, that had become a habit now "I´m ok, it´s just a bug, it´ll pass" I stood up, ready to go back to work.
The minute I got up, I got very dizzy and fell down. After that, I don´t remember what happened. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a gurney and Susan was looking directly at me. She had a weird glance.
Am I that sick? Am I dying? Maybe this sharp pain in my chest isn´t from the heartbreak but for an actual heart failure.
"Abby, you fainted, so I ordered some tests. We´ve got the results back" Susan said trying to avoid eye contact "You are pregnant. You are 7 weeks pregnant, Abby"
What? This can´t be happening, not now. 7 weeks? But Carter and I ... oh no, I got pregnant that night? We used protection every time we made love, but that particular night before he went to Africa, we had sex without protection. Isn´t it ironic? We protected ourselves from love, but the one time we just had sex without getting emotions involved, I got pregnant.
"Abby? You are going to be alright, you´ll be a wondeful mother" reassured me my best friend.
"Susan, I can´t ..." I said feeling a tear rolling down my cheek "What if he comes back and sees me with a child? He´ll know it´s his. I can´t do this"
That day, I packed my stuff, and left Chicago. That place was full of sad memories and if I were to have a child, I wanted to have a fresh start, where nobody knew my name. I moved to San Francisco, and never looked back, until today, five years later.