TITLE: Snow Cries Cold Tears
AUTHOR: Emily
DISCLAIMER: I regret to inform you that I do not own any characters from ER. I do however own the one that I made up!
SUMMARY: Three years into the future. If I summarize to much I will give it away. Please just read it!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please r 'n' r. Thanks so much! Oh...and there will be more. This is NOT a stand alone. E-mail me with any comments at diddy988@aol.com if you want!
*Carter's POV*
January. January 15th to be exact. Three years ago tomorrow was a day that changed my life forever. Nothing will ever be the same. I don't know if I could have made it this far if it weren't for her. She's all I have left. My pride and joy. The reason I wake up every morning. I mean, the memories I have will live on in my heart forever, but it's just not the same. I lie in bed and think about her. It's hard not to when I see her everyday. She looks just like her. It was hard to look at her when it first happend. Now she's the last thing I want to see at night, and the first thing I look forward to in the morning.
As I lay in bed I hear footsteps walking towards my door. The clock says it is seven o'clock. She must be awake. The door creaks open and the most beautiful girl tip-toes in to the side of my bed. Her white-linen nightgown twirls below her knees. She sees that I am awake. She looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes as her curly, dirty-blonde hair bounces on her shoulders. She looks just like her.
"Good morning Daddy." She smiles at me and jumps up onto the bed.
"Good morning sweetheart." I give her a huge hug and she scoots in beside me in the bed. I know she knows tomorrow is the day. She looks at the calendar all the time.
"Daddy? Why did mommy leave us?"
She knew why. She asked the same question every January 15th. Each year on that day, she would do the same thing. She came into my room and asked the same questions. After all, she is only six years old. Things still confused me; imagine how confused she must be.
"Do you remember what I told you last year? Mommy got in a bad accident. A car hit mommy and she got hurt." Just thinking about that day makes my stomach flip-flop. I can still see her lying there on that gurney. It made me feel so helpless.
"But you are a doctor. Why didn't you help her?" I didn't know what to say. "Daddy...why didn't you fix mommy?" Her eyes glistened with tears and my heart broke.
"Sweetie...Daddy tried and so did Aunt Susan. We tried as hard as we could baby. Believe me...we did everything. She was just to sick." I couldn't break in front of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I sat up. She cried into my shirt. I couldn't help myself. I cried and she knew it but she didn't care.
"I miss her Daddy."
"So do I. So do I. I'm so sorry." The tears seemed never-ending. I hugged her closer; her tiny frame comforted me.
"Daddy? Are we going to go visit mommy tomorrow?" She turned her small hands into fists and wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Of course, Abby."
Abby. That name. The most precious one I have even spoken. We decided to name her after her beautiful mother. She didn't like the idea at first, but I convinced her. I am so glad she gave in, especially now. My sweet Abigail Rose.
"I think we should get flowers for mommy tomorrow. Like we did last time."
"I think that is a wonderful idea sweetie."
As I look up at my little Abby's face and see that she is no longer crying, I know we'll be okay.
AUTHOR: Emily
DISCLAIMER: I regret to inform you that I do not own any characters from ER. I do however own the one that I made up!
SUMMARY: Three years into the future. If I summarize to much I will give it away. Please just read it!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please r 'n' r. Thanks so much! Oh...and there will be more. This is NOT a stand alone. E-mail me with any comments at diddy988@aol.com if you want!
*Carter's POV*
January. January 15th to be exact. Three years ago tomorrow was a day that changed my life forever. Nothing will ever be the same. I don't know if I could have made it this far if it weren't for her. She's all I have left. My pride and joy. The reason I wake up every morning. I mean, the memories I have will live on in my heart forever, but it's just not the same. I lie in bed and think about her. It's hard not to when I see her everyday. She looks just like her. It was hard to look at her when it first happend. Now she's the last thing I want to see at night, and the first thing I look forward to in the morning.
As I lay in bed I hear footsteps walking towards my door. The clock says it is seven o'clock. She must be awake. The door creaks open and the most beautiful girl tip-toes in to the side of my bed. Her white-linen nightgown twirls below her knees. She sees that I am awake. She looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes as her curly, dirty-blonde hair bounces on her shoulders. She looks just like her.
"Good morning Daddy." She smiles at me and jumps up onto the bed.
"Good morning sweetheart." I give her a huge hug and she scoots in beside me in the bed. I know she knows tomorrow is the day. She looks at the calendar all the time.
"Daddy? Why did mommy leave us?"
She knew why. She asked the same question every January 15th. Each year on that day, she would do the same thing. She came into my room and asked the same questions. After all, she is only six years old. Things still confused me; imagine how confused she must be.
"Do you remember what I told you last year? Mommy got in a bad accident. A car hit mommy and she got hurt." Just thinking about that day makes my stomach flip-flop. I can still see her lying there on that gurney. It made me feel so helpless.
"But you are a doctor. Why didn't you help her?" I didn't know what to say. "Daddy...why didn't you fix mommy?" Her eyes glistened with tears and my heart broke.
"Sweetie...Daddy tried and so did Aunt Susan. We tried as hard as we could baby. Believe me...we did everything. She was just to sick." I couldn't break in front of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I sat up. She cried into my shirt. I couldn't help myself. I cried and she knew it but she didn't care.
"I miss her Daddy."
"So do I. So do I. I'm so sorry." The tears seemed never-ending. I hugged her closer; her tiny frame comforted me.
"Daddy? Are we going to go visit mommy tomorrow?" She turned her small hands into fists and wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Of course, Abby."
Abby. That name. The most precious one I have even spoken. We decided to name her after her beautiful mother. She didn't like the idea at first, but I convinced her. I am so glad she gave in, especially now. My sweet Abigail Rose.
"I think we should get flowers for mommy tomorrow. Like we did last time."
"I think that is a wonderful idea sweetie."
As I look up at my little Abby's face and see that she is no longer crying, I know we'll be okay.