Hey guys, sorry it's taken me soo long to update this...family probs...I've got some good news and some bad news...so here's the good news: this is the much anticipatedsequel to What's Left of Me (I strongly suggest reading this before tuning in here!)...I hope you enjoy it...now for the bad news: I will be going on an indefinate hiatus due to some stuff that's going on at home, butI will be back,I just don't know when...I'm sorry guys, I don't wanna do it, but I gotta get this stuff sorted out first...so please R&R, let me know what you think!
Blank Sheet of Paper
Ray took Madison's advice, but it wasn't exactly working out as planned.
I'm just a blank sheet of paper
This fool's about to write you a letter
To tell you that he's sorry
For the way he did you wrong
To ask for your forgiveness
For leavin' you alone
He let out a long, pulsating sigh, and raked his hands through his hair. Looking at his watch he realized with a start that he was late for work. Again.
He's been lookin' down at me seems like forever
He takes the cap on and off his pen
It's like he can't decide
What he wants to say
If he'd just tell the truth
I'd be on my way
But he just stares at me
And I just stare at him
He don't know where to start
To say he doesn't want it to end
Now it's one hour later
And I'm still a blank sheet of paper
Abby was waiting for an incoming GSW in the ambulance bay when he walked up. Their eyes locked and she noticed how sad his eyes seemed to be. She wondered if he saw the pain and sadness in her eyes. She doubted he did, but a girl could hope. She missed him so much.
The sunlight is coming through the curtains
He's almost asleep pen in hand
There's a tear in his eye
That refuses to fall
If it would land on me
That would say it all
He was on his break, sitting in the lounge, same blank sheet of paper sitting in front of him. It had been a long, hard shift, with trauma after trauma rolling in, and he still had 3 hours to go. But then again, what do you expect on a stormy Chicago day like today. He'd worked with Abby once, and his heart broke a little more each time she'd avoided his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he could take this. It was killing him agonizingly slowly.
But he just stares at me
And I just stare at him
He don't know where to start
To say he doesn't want it to end
Now it's four hours later
And I'm still a blank sheet of paper
Abby walked into the lounge and found Ray on the couch, slumped to the side, in a position that didn't look comfortable at all. A blank sheet of paper sat in front of him, a pen gripped loosely in his hand. A single tear streak ran down his cheek, and it took everything she had not to go over and wipe it away. It felt like her legs just couldn't hold her up any longer, and she slid to the floor, completely exhausted. Drawing her knees to her chest, she rested her head on them, and soon dozed off.
But he just stares at me
And I just stare at him
He don't know where to start
To say he doesn't want it to end
Now it's four hours later
And I'm still a blank sheet of paper.
Ray was jolted awake by the sound of his pager going off. His breath caught in his throat as he stretched, due to a stitch in his side. He blinked to get the sleep out of his eyes, and that was when he noticed Abby slumped on the floor. He got up and walked over to her, picking her up and laying her gently down on the couch. He ran his finger lightly down her cheek, relishing the feel of her soft skin. He bent over and kissed her forehead lightly, before leaving to see what he was needed for.
Oh but he just stares at me
And I just stare at him
He don't know where to start
To say he wants it back again
Now one broken heart later
And I'm still a blank sheet of paper
Later that night he realized how Abby's song was gonna be. Even though he was dead on his feet and not caring that he had an early shift the following morning; he sat down, guitar in hand and let the words flow. He was so completely engrossed in his music, he never noticed Madison standing in the hall, a huge grin on her face. Or Brett's not so graceful entrance through the front door, whose mouth dropped open when he heard the music. Brett and Madison's eyes locked, silently celebrating together.
I hope you guys liked it!
Blank Sheet of Paper is by the Warren Brothers.
Disclaimer: I don't own ER, Shane West, Maura Tierney, the Warren Brothers,or Brett Klorer, I however do own Madi and this story.