"Come on!" Abby exclaimed as she dragged a somewhat reluctant, yet bemused Connor along by the hand. Connor chuckled when he saw his girlfriend's goal of the teacups and dug in his pocket while walking and retrieved a wad of tickets. When they stopped at the entrance, Connor counted out ten tickets and handed them to a surly teenager who read them the rules in a quick monotone before letting them on.
They sat in a baby blue cup with a Disney's princess on the side.
"Maybe you should hold on. This is a very, VERY scary ride." Connor told Abby. She looked at him like he had just said 'Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.'
"It is possible that you have an irrational fear of this particular ride because your step dad chucked you out of once to snog me mum...I mean, your mum."
"Did your step dad.." Abby started.
"I don't recall saying anything about Allen." Connor interrupted. Just then the ride started and Connor yelped. Abby smiled, wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled into his chest. She felt him relax immediately at her touch.
When the ride had stopped, Connor let out a huge sigh of relief the second his trainers hit the ground. Abby took his hand in hers and they walked around for a few minuets before Connor spotted his favorite Carnival game.
"Skee ball!" He exclaimed, looking at Abby in excitement.
"Only if you give me a piggy back ride." She told him. He grinned as wide as he could and bent down so she could climb on his back. She did so quickly and Connor set off running. He slipped on a wet piece of grass and they both went crashing down, somehow twisting so Abby landed with her back on the ground and Connor on top of her. He leaned down and kissed her with such a passionate kiss, she was sure she was melting.
He pulled away and helped her up. He suddenly shook his arm violently and she looked up at him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a arm spasm." He was sweating and when he looked down at her, his pupils were dilated and eyes were watery. She made a mental note to take him to the doctor as he had been having trouble sleeping as of late and hadn't eaten anything since they got to the Carnival over twelve hours ago.
She'd seen him like this once before, but he'd stopped. She made absolute sure of that, but she shook this off. Her second priority was to trust Connor, her first was to tell him. That's why she'd asked Matt for the day off, why she'd made Connor come to the Carnival.
They made it to the Skee ball and Connor payed for twenty balls. They took seats and began to play. They both cheered loudly when either one of them got a point. When Abby rolled the last ball and made it into the hundred hole, Connor didn't cheer. She looked around and saw Connor retreating in the now dark Carnival. She stood and chased after him.
Abby found him behind a dumpster with his head resting on the over sized trashcan, a medical tourniquet wrapped around his arm and a needle by his side. A tear rolled down her face as she rushed to his side and dropped to her knees beside him. Connor opened his eyes a fraction and saw her sitting next to him.
"Damn," He whispered. She reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand.
"I think I took to much." He muttered, more to himself than anything.
"Why'd you start again?" Abby asked with a whimper.
"Three months ago, when Jason came to visit, he forced me. Well, peer pressure. I told him you'd kill me, but he wouldn't listen..or take no for an answer." Abby nodded, remembering Connor's immature friend who had slept on their couch, ate all their food, and invited almost 70 people over before she'd had enough and forced him to leave.
"I'm going to call the paramedics now Conn, then I'm going to leave." Her voice almost cracked on the last word. "You call me from the hospital. I've got to tell you something. I was going to when we got home, but that isn't going to happen. I will see you later." She told him. She kissed him quickly, called the emergency services, then left.
Connor opened his eyes again when he heard sirens. He knew it was too late. His breathing was much to labored and heartbeat much to slow. He could almost feel himself slipping. He wondered what Abby wanted to tell him, but he knew. He was a genius after all. She had been talking about children a lot in the past four days, they had ridden all the kiddy rides, and Abby had taken to brushing her abdomen. He just wanted to be alive to see it happen, to see his son or daughter be born, grow, get married, have their own kids.