Title: Sound of Silence
Author: Vicky
Contact: Either e-mail me at whenthesharkbites@hotmail.com or visit my website: http://www.erontheweb.cjb.net
Category: Abby Lockhart (might become Luby, not sure though)
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but the story does so please e-mail me if you desperately want to put it on your site! *lol*
Spoilers: Um.none I don't think, just maybe Series 7
Notes: It's about how Abby falls into depression. At the moment it focuses on Abby and Luka makes a short appearance. I don't know if I'll make it into a Luby. Please read it, I've quite enjoyed writing it so far. Chapter Two should be up soon! :)
Sound of Silence - Chapter One -
As her alarm clock began to buzz, Abby Lockhart pressed to silence it. The truth was she hadn't been sleeping. In fact she had barely slept at all for a long time. Each night she would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours until she would be finally overtaken by exhaustion...but barely a few hours later she would awaken. The deafening sound of silence rang in her ears. Alone.
She arrived at the hospital. Glancing at the clock she noted the time: almost quarter to seven. There was once a time when early starts bothered her, she would feel tired and drawn. Now things were different, she had already been wide awake for the majority of the early hours.
Ignoring the people around her, proceeding to keep themselves busy, she make her way to the lounge where she poured herself a mug of coffee, not that she needed a caffeine boost, she just enjoyed the taste. She walked to her locker, coffee in hand. As she opened it she took notice of the pictures pinned to the inside of it: herself, friends, lost loves, family. She closed her eyes as the memories flooded back to her.
After spending a while reminiscing, Abby walked out of the lounge into her shift. She grabbed a chart: Mr Southerby. Him again? She thought. How many bed baths can one guy need?
Abby often wondered why they made the colours in the hospital so depressing. She never really noticed before but for some reason as she was changing the drip on one of the patients she noticed. She was beginning to notice little things like that now. "Abby?" Abby turned at the sound of her name. "Yes?" she replied to the nurse. "Dr Kovac needs some help in the next room," the nurse saw Abby about to object. "He asked for you personally." Abby knew Luka always had a soft spot for her, even after they split up. And even after everything that had happened, she still had a soft spot for him too. "Okay, I'll be right there," she replied, finishing off with her current patient.
Entering the room, she saw Luka look up. Abby put on a forced smile. It felt odd and not automatic as smiles once were to her. "Yes, Abby, I could do with some help here," Luka's foreign accent spilled out. She sometimes noticed that it still made her knees weaken. She felt privileged that he always wanted her help rather than a random nurse. They treated a patient who was a victim of astrocytoma - a slowly growing tumour of the glial tissue of the brain and spinal chord.
"Thank you, Abby," Luka smiled as they finished with the patient. He headed for the door but then turned. He opened his mouth as if to say something to her but as his eyes wondered he became aware of the patient's existence. "Um...never mind."
The cool air brushed her face and hair as Abby stood on the roof of County General. Looking over at the dark city the night closed in on her. The only light remaining from the window panels on the door behind her and the dim lights of the city. It was beautiful, but she didn't seem to accept it. Instead she thought of all the hurt and pain she had suffered in Chicago. "I hope I'm not intruding on anything...?" She hadn't noticed another person join her until they spoke. It was hard to mistake that Croatian accent for anyone else. "Hi," she said to Luka, "No, it's fine. I think I could do with the company." "Could I have a word?" he asked her. "Even better, I'll give you two," she joked with him. He smiled. "I just want to know if you're okay, Abby?" he questioned in a concerned tone. Abby knew the answer. She hadn't been okay for a long time. She didn't know why but Luka knew this, no one else realised that she had been feeling anything different. She put up a defensive front, even her good friend John Carter didn't realise this. "I'm fine," Abby croaked, she tried to cover it up with a reassuring smile. She could tell Luka didn't buy it. "Well if you say so, Abby," he smiled back. "If you need to talk then you can come to me whenever you need me." "Thank you," Abby responded.
Returning to her apartment, Abby collapsed on her sofa. It was time for her depression to become stronger again. Getting up and walking to the kitchen she opened a cupboard and selecting a bottle of alcohol retreated back to her place in the lounge. She unscrewed the bottle top and peered down at the clear vodka liquid within it. With a sudden rush of energy she threw the bottle on the floor, causing the glass to shatter into a thousand pieces and form a compound with the liquid. Collapsing to her knees Abby Lockhart broke down into tears.
: : More to come : :
Author: Vicky
Contact: Either e-mail me at whenthesharkbites@hotmail.com or visit my website: http://www.erontheweb.cjb.net
Category: Abby Lockhart (might become Luby, not sure though)
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but the story does so please e-mail me if you desperately want to put it on your site! *lol*
Spoilers: Um.none I don't think, just maybe Series 7
Notes: It's about how Abby falls into depression. At the moment it focuses on Abby and Luka makes a short appearance. I don't know if I'll make it into a Luby. Please read it, I've quite enjoyed writing it so far. Chapter Two should be up soon! :)
Sound of Silence - Chapter One -
As her alarm clock began to buzz, Abby Lockhart pressed to silence it. The truth was she hadn't been sleeping. In fact she had barely slept at all for a long time. Each night she would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours until she would be finally overtaken by exhaustion...but barely a few hours later she would awaken. The deafening sound of silence rang in her ears. Alone.
She arrived at the hospital. Glancing at the clock she noted the time: almost quarter to seven. There was once a time when early starts bothered her, she would feel tired and drawn. Now things were different, she had already been wide awake for the majority of the early hours.
Ignoring the people around her, proceeding to keep themselves busy, she make her way to the lounge where she poured herself a mug of coffee, not that she needed a caffeine boost, she just enjoyed the taste. She walked to her locker, coffee in hand. As she opened it she took notice of the pictures pinned to the inside of it: herself, friends, lost loves, family. She closed her eyes as the memories flooded back to her.
After spending a while reminiscing, Abby walked out of the lounge into her shift. She grabbed a chart: Mr Southerby. Him again? She thought. How many bed baths can one guy need?
Abby often wondered why they made the colours in the hospital so depressing. She never really noticed before but for some reason as she was changing the drip on one of the patients she noticed. She was beginning to notice little things like that now. "Abby?" Abby turned at the sound of her name. "Yes?" she replied to the nurse. "Dr Kovac needs some help in the next room," the nurse saw Abby about to object. "He asked for you personally." Abby knew Luka always had a soft spot for her, even after they split up. And even after everything that had happened, she still had a soft spot for him too. "Okay, I'll be right there," she replied, finishing off with her current patient.
Entering the room, she saw Luka look up. Abby put on a forced smile. It felt odd and not automatic as smiles once were to her. "Yes, Abby, I could do with some help here," Luka's foreign accent spilled out. She sometimes noticed that it still made her knees weaken. She felt privileged that he always wanted her help rather than a random nurse. They treated a patient who was a victim of astrocytoma - a slowly growing tumour of the glial tissue of the brain and spinal chord.
"Thank you, Abby," Luka smiled as they finished with the patient. He headed for the door but then turned. He opened his mouth as if to say something to her but as his eyes wondered he became aware of the patient's existence. "Um...never mind."
The cool air brushed her face and hair as Abby stood on the roof of County General. Looking over at the dark city the night closed in on her. The only light remaining from the window panels on the door behind her and the dim lights of the city. It was beautiful, but she didn't seem to accept it. Instead she thought of all the hurt and pain she had suffered in Chicago. "I hope I'm not intruding on anything...?" She hadn't noticed another person join her until they spoke. It was hard to mistake that Croatian accent for anyone else. "Hi," she said to Luka, "No, it's fine. I think I could do with the company." "Could I have a word?" he asked her. "Even better, I'll give you two," she joked with him. He smiled. "I just want to know if you're okay, Abby?" he questioned in a concerned tone. Abby knew the answer. She hadn't been okay for a long time. She didn't know why but Luka knew this, no one else realised that she had been feeling anything different. She put up a defensive front, even her good friend John Carter didn't realise this. "I'm fine," Abby croaked, she tried to cover it up with a reassuring smile. She could tell Luka didn't buy it. "Well if you say so, Abby," he smiled back. "If you need to talk then you can come to me whenever you need me." "Thank you," Abby responded.
Returning to her apartment, Abby collapsed on her sofa. It was time for her depression to become stronger again. Getting up and walking to the kitchen she opened a cupboard and selecting a bottle of alcohol retreated back to her place in the lounge. She unscrewed the bottle top and peered down at the clear vodka liquid within it. With a sudden rush of energy she threw the bottle on the floor, causing the glass to shatter into a thousand pieces and form a compound with the liquid. Collapsing to her knees Abby Lockhart broke down into tears.
: : More to come : :