-1Song is Breath 2AM by Anna Nalick
I don't own the song, or ER sadly to say. But hey, I can dream!
2am
and she calls me cause I'm still awake
Can you help me unravel my
latest mistake
I don't love him and winter just wasn't my season.
Neela sat indian style
in the middle of the bed, head in her hands. Her emotions were
killing her, driving her around in circles. She'd tried to make it
work. Fact was, she and Michael just weren't meant to be. This whole
winter had proved that to her, especially once he had returned to
Iraq. She hated herself for it, but there was part of her almost
yearning to get the phone call every military wife dreads. At least
then part of her suffering would be over, and she'd be spared the
site of the pain in Michael's eyes when she told him the truth.
And then there was Ray. And her feelings for him screaming inside her, daring her to try denying them any longer. She couldn't, and she knew it.
The timer dinged, and she went back into the bathroom. She picked up the white stick on the counter and looked at it.
Two lines.
She couldn't do this. Not while she was still married
to Michael. She had to do the unthinkable. She picked up the phone
and called Abby, swearing her to secrecy and asking for her help in
making and getting to an appointment she didn't really want to
make.
Yea we walk through the doors so accusing
their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites you're all here for the very same reason.
The
appointment was made, then the news of Michael's death came. Neela
spent her time alone, torn inside between her grief for her husband
and her desire and need to move on. Abby went with Neela to the
appointment, a true testament to her love of her friend. Neela
glanced wistfully at Abby's swollen belly while they sat in the
waiting room. Abby had broken her confidence in this though, and Abby
had told Ray what was going on. Having gone through this herself
without telling her ex-husband, Abby had been adamant that she was
going to make sure Neela didn't do that to Ray.
Cause
you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable and life's
like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind
button girl
So just cradle your head in your hands.
And
breathe, just breathe, whoa breathe just breathe
Her
name was called. She couldn't do it. She couldn't end this life
inside of her, made in love though not with the man she was supposed
to be loving. Michael was gone now. And in the video he left her, he
had told her to move on. To love again. To have children. The last
thing she could do was betray him again in his death by having him be
the reason she chose not to have this baby. She rose to her feet,
Abby beside her. She looked at the nurse, and turned away. She left
the clinic, hailing a taxi. Abby caught up with her and got into the
cab with her. No questions were needed. Abby knew where Neela was
going.
May he turned 21 on the base of Fort Bliss
Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist
Ain't been
sober since maybe October of last year
Here in town you can tell
he's been down for while
But my God it's so beautiful when the
boy smiles
Wanna hold him but maybe I'll just sing about it
The
cab stopped outside the bar near the hospital that most of them
frequented. Abby followed Neela inside, to find Ray at the bar, half
a glass of liquor in his hand. Neela slid onto the bar stool next to
him, startling him when she placed her hand on his arm. His eyes met
hers, asking the question his lips couldn't bring themselves to let
pass. She shook her head, and placed his hand on her belly. Relief
coursed through them both, and Ray pulled Neela into his arms, both
of them letting loose the tears they'd been fighting.
Cause
you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And
life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the
rewind button boys so cradle your head in your hands
And breathe,
just breathe, whoa breath just breathe
Abby
smiled at the pair from the doorway. They had alot to work through in
this situation, but they'd make it with support and understansing.
And a good smack upside the head once in a while wouldn't hurt.
There's a light at the end of this tunnel you shout
cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these
mistakes you've made
You'll just make them again if you'll only
try turnin' around
Abby
left the bar and hailed a cab, rubbing her own belly as the baby
kicked. It had been an emotional day for her too, and now it was time
to get some rest, and tell Luka the events of the day.
