Seule et effrayee Lucy Framboise

Carter came up and stood behind the lone figure, sat facing out into the brightly lit city of Chicago. "It's a beautiful view isn't it?" he asked softly. Lucy nodded slightly. "It is, I can see why so much angsting is done up here, the view, it just makes you feel so insignificant." "Lucy, we need to talk." Carter's hopes fell as he saw Lucy's back visibly stiffen. "No. We don't." She said bluntly. The ice in her words burnt Carter to the bone. She stood up, as if to go. "Lucy, wait, we can't go on like this, we *have* to talk!" "Do we? I needed your help Carter. More than any other time. I needed your help and you turned your back on me. There's nothing to discuss." She headed towards the door that led back down into the hospital. Carter snagged her wrist. "I'm sorry Lucy, but it was something you had to do on your own, at the end of the day you had to be able to meet your eye in the mirror and say 'I did it!' Otherwise you'd end up relying on me just like you did with Ritalin, unsure whether you could cope without me there to hold your hand." Lucy wanted to pull away, instead she stood mesmerised, the soft words bruising her soul as she realised the truth in them. "Lucy, I love you and I'll do everything in my power to help you but I can't do it for you, only you can do that." Gently, Carter brushed a lock of hair away from her temple and moved his mouth closer to hers, until he could feel her breath against his lips. "Not now, I'm still angry at you." Lucy whispered, fighting against her emotions which were telling her to stay in his arms. "I can't forget the pain this quickly." She pulled away and Carter watched her silently fade away.