Carter sat in the doctor's lounge of County General. He lay back on the
soft, comfortable chair. Hands behind his head; he was fully relaxed.
Someone walked in, he didn't open his eyes to look who, but he had a good
idea.
Maybe it wasn't who he thought. Whoever it was had disappeared again he discovered as he opened his eyes. 10 minutes left on his break he noticed looking at his watch. He closed his eyes again and dreamed.
He was on a beach, sipping Mai Tai's. Mark's favourite drink he remembered. He missed Dr Greene in his own way. He didn't need to visit the grave or talk about him non-stop like Susan. He never even looked at the letter pinned on the notice board when he walked in every morning.
He had his own memories, special memories. Not specifically about Mark but things that Mark had caused. The moment he had realised he really loved Abby. Outside the Lava Lunch bar they'd gone to for drinks after finding out about Mark's death. She was blind drunk but she knew what she was doing.
The way she'd held his face in her hand that night. The way he wanted to kiss her. He wanted her so badly. But he couldn't do it. Not while she was drunk. It had to be special, their first kiss. The times he'd dreamt about that moment. When it finally came it had been amazing.
The night they were stuck in quarantine after the smallpox outbreak. Those hours they spent together were beautiful. That first kiss had put her mind at rest about their future. She knew they were going to survive it. It had settled Carter's mind as well. He knew they were going to be together.
Nothing more had happened. He didn't want it to, not so soon. He'd waited long enough to get this, a few weeks, maybe months wouldn't hurt. He wanted Abby to be comfortable. They were both exhausted after saving the little boy. They both just wanted to crash.
They fell asleep on the gurney together. Abby curled up, Carter wrapped his arm around her protectively. He wasn't going to let anything hurt her now. Not now, not ever. Little did he know it was going to be her that hurt him.
It was a shock when she said it. She needed to be alone. He refused to believe it. He loved her so much, he couldn't take it in. Why would she just end it?
After a week or so he'd given up trying to get her back and had focused on forgetting her. It was so hard, he worked with her everyday. He saw her everyday, longer for her touch everyday, but he got through it.
He rekindled his relationship with Susan. He did care about her, more like friends though. It still wasn't there for him with her but he needed to take his mind of Abby and try and make her jealous. He felt awful just using Susan but he needed Abby. In his own way he knew that Susan knew. She had to, didn't she?
Back to the dream, he was relaxed. Laid on a deserted beach, alone. Bliss. Until he was awoken by someone planting a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. He recognised those lips, the smell, and the taste. That awful lip-gloss she insisted on wearing. It wasn't who he'd expected but he wasn't going to let go now.
He moved his hands from behind his head to behind her head. This kiss was different to all the other's he'd ever experienced. He truly believed she wanted him now. And he was ready.
"Oh Abby" he breathed into her hair as she pulled away from him.
Maybe it wasn't who he thought. Whoever it was had disappeared again he discovered as he opened his eyes. 10 minutes left on his break he noticed looking at his watch. He closed his eyes again and dreamed.
He was on a beach, sipping Mai Tai's. Mark's favourite drink he remembered. He missed Dr Greene in his own way. He didn't need to visit the grave or talk about him non-stop like Susan. He never even looked at the letter pinned on the notice board when he walked in every morning.
He had his own memories, special memories. Not specifically about Mark but things that Mark had caused. The moment he had realised he really loved Abby. Outside the Lava Lunch bar they'd gone to for drinks after finding out about Mark's death. She was blind drunk but she knew what she was doing.
The way she'd held his face in her hand that night. The way he wanted to kiss her. He wanted her so badly. But he couldn't do it. Not while she was drunk. It had to be special, their first kiss. The times he'd dreamt about that moment. When it finally came it had been amazing.
The night they were stuck in quarantine after the smallpox outbreak. Those hours they spent together were beautiful. That first kiss had put her mind at rest about their future. She knew they were going to survive it. It had settled Carter's mind as well. He knew they were going to be together.
Nothing more had happened. He didn't want it to, not so soon. He'd waited long enough to get this, a few weeks, maybe months wouldn't hurt. He wanted Abby to be comfortable. They were both exhausted after saving the little boy. They both just wanted to crash.
They fell asleep on the gurney together. Abby curled up, Carter wrapped his arm around her protectively. He wasn't going to let anything hurt her now. Not now, not ever. Little did he know it was going to be her that hurt him.
It was a shock when she said it. She needed to be alone. He refused to believe it. He loved her so much, he couldn't take it in. Why would she just end it?
After a week or so he'd given up trying to get her back and had focused on forgetting her. It was so hard, he worked with her everyday. He saw her everyday, longer for her touch everyday, but he got through it.
He rekindled his relationship with Susan. He did care about her, more like friends though. It still wasn't there for him with her but he needed to take his mind of Abby and try and make her jealous. He felt awful just using Susan but he needed Abby. In his own way he knew that Susan knew. She had to, didn't she?
Back to the dream, he was relaxed. Laid on a deserted beach, alone. Bliss. Until he was awoken by someone planting a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. He recognised those lips, the smell, and the taste. That awful lip-gloss she insisted on wearing. It wasn't who he'd expected but he wasn't going to let go now.
He moved his hands from behind his head to behind her head. This kiss was different to all the other's he'd ever experienced. He truly believed she wanted him now. And he was ready.
"Oh Abby" he breathed into her hair as she pulled away from him.