For some reason, this story isn't showing up on the front page of the ER
stories on this site. I'm not exactly sure why, and I intend to find out
tomorrow (Thursday) when I post this chapter. I've been trying to write
this ever since I finished the first chapter, but between spending all
Tuesday afternoon and night studying for a US History test and despite
having two free periods at school, having no free time, it has just taken
longer than expected. One week from today is the premiere! I am so
excited! I keep thinking of things I hadn't thought of before and go run
and tell my sister and then she calls me a freak (which is kinda humorous).
I was a living zombie yesterday morning after studying for over 6 hours.
I am not generally an award winning student, but I'm trying to be better
this year, even though it's only the second week of school. So here's the
second chapter. Please continue to review!!
When Abby woke up the next morning, Carter's arm was draped over her stomach. She looked at the clock on her bedside table and realized her shift started in an hour. Quietly, she removed John's arm and sat up. She wrapped a robe around herself and got in the shower. When she emerged a few minutes later, Carter was still sleeping, so she got dressed quickly and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Before rushing out the door, she wrote a quick note to Carter and placed it on the bedside table for him to find when he woke up.
Carter did in fact find the note within about 5 minutes of waking up. The first thing he noticed of course, was that Abby was not in the bed next to him. He sat up and looked around. Then he found the note.
Dear John, I had an early shift and I didn't want to wake you up since you should definitely take advantage of your "sick day." Don't worry - I won't tell on you. I had fun last night. Call me at the hospital if you need help finding anything. I'll probably see you there later though.
-Stinky Feet
P.S. I left my spare key on the kitchen table. Just lock up when you're done and give me it back at work. AL
John smiled as he read the note. He thought about what she had been talking about the night before. Carter had liked Abby the moment he saw her. But then he hated her when she found him shooting up. When he came back from rehab though, things had been different. She understood him and what he was going through and wasn't judgmental like the other people at the hospital. She would talk to him like he had never been an addict. He had come to realize that he appreciated that more than even he would ever know. But then she had started dating Luka and he put his feelings out of his head and concentrated on getting his life back on track.
Half an hour later, Carter locked up Abby's apartment and got in his Jeep. He stopped back at Gamma's house to change his clothes before going to the hospital.
"Hey Frank, have you seen Abby?" John called as he walked in the doors.
"I just saw her go into the lounge." Chuny called as she wheeled a patient down the hall.
"Thanks." Carter waved and entered the doctor's lounge. Abby was standing facing her locker, but she was not alone. John could tell he had interrupted a conversation that was going on between Abby and Susan.
"Hey Susan." John smiled. The other doctor gave him a very large smile.
"Hey Carter." Susan grinned and gave a short look in Abby's direction. "Oh, well I have to get back to my patient. Have a great day!"
"What's with her?" Carter asked, as Susan left.
"I don't know." John could see she was trying to hold back a laugh.
"So what were you two talking about?" John asked casually, walking to his own locker.
"Nothing." Abby insisted.
"Oh I see. You were comparing notes." John rolled his eyes.
"You're cute when you don't get your way." Abby laughed.
"What time are you off?" John asked a moment later.
"Six. How about you?"
"I'll probably be on all night if Kerry has her way."
"Well call me when you get off. I'll be up." As Carter leaned down to kiss her on the lips, she brought her hand up to the side of his face.
"Ahh!" She squealed.
"What?" John looked hurt.
"You need to shave." Abby laughed.
"Well I'm sorry if I've been occupied in the last couple of days."
"Bye." Abby smiled and walked out the door. Carter shook his head and went back to taking something out of his locker.
*A couple hours later*
"What do we have?" Carter questioned, rushing towards the incoming trauma.
"MVA. You want the first one?" The paramedic asked.
"Yeah. Gallant, you take the second. Susan, get the third. Abby, help Gallant."
"Okay. Eleven year old male was sitting in the passenger seat when a car ran a red light and sent the car through the intersection. We got multiple lacs and probable fracture to the right leg."
"What's his name?"
"Bobby. Bobby Miller."
"Bobby? Can you hear me? My name is Dr. Carter. I'm going to help you, okay?" John faltered momentarily at the name, but then continued.
"Where's Amanda? Is she okay?" The little boy asked.
"Is Amanda your sister?" Carter looked up and towards the next room over where Gallant and Abby were working on a small girl.
"Yes. She's only six."
"Well there's another doctor looking at her. Let's just take care of you." John gave the boy a kind smile. "We're going to make you feel better okay?"
"Okay."
An hour and a half later, Carter walked into the lounge and collapsed on the sofa. The boy would be fine, but he was waiting to see what had happened with his father and his sister before he went to see him again. Suddenly, the door flew open and Abby stormed in. She fidgeted with the lock on her locker and then hit the door with her fist.
"What happened?"
"That little girl." Abby put her hand up to her head and ran her hand through her hair.
"What about the father?" As if on cue, Susan walked through the door with a solemn look on her face.
"I have to go talk to the boy." Carter said, standing up.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Susan asked.
"No. It's okay." Carter shook his head and left. Abby sat on the sofa and put her head between her hands. Susan sat down beside her and leaned her head back.
"God, I need a drink." Susan groaned. "What time are you off?"
"Six. But I kind of already have plans." Abby told a small fib.
"Oh. Well I'm not off til ten anyways." Abby shrugged.
"I, uh, better get going." Abby said, standing up. She hoped she didn't offend Susan, but she just needed to get out of that room. She hadn't talked to Carter about her drinking since she had gone to the AA meeting. She hadn't really thought about drinking in the past three weeks, but that was because she had spent most of the time with John. When she was with him, she couldn't think of anything else. Suddenly, she had a flashback to the first time she saw him at AA. She had looked over and saw him looking back at her with this surprised look on his face. All she could do was give a small smile. Now it was nearly two years later. So much had changed, and yet so much was still the same.
When Abby woke up the next morning, Carter's arm was draped over her stomach. She looked at the clock on her bedside table and realized her shift started in an hour. Quietly, she removed John's arm and sat up. She wrapped a robe around herself and got in the shower. When she emerged a few minutes later, Carter was still sleeping, so she got dressed quickly and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Before rushing out the door, she wrote a quick note to Carter and placed it on the bedside table for him to find when he woke up.
Carter did in fact find the note within about 5 minutes of waking up. The first thing he noticed of course, was that Abby was not in the bed next to him. He sat up and looked around. Then he found the note.
Dear John, I had an early shift and I didn't want to wake you up since you should definitely take advantage of your "sick day." Don't worry - I won't tell on you. I had fun last night. Call me at the hospital if you need help finding anything. I'll probably see you there later though.
-Stinky Feet
P.S. I left my spare key on the kitchen table. Just lock up when you're done and give me it back at work. AL
John smiled as he read the note. He thought about what she had been talking about the night before. Carter had liked Abby the moment he saw her. But then he hated her when she found him shooting up. When he came back from rehab though, things had been different. She understood him and what he was going through and wasn't judgmental like the other people at the hospital. She would talk to him like he had never been an addict. He had come to realize that he appreciated that more than even he would ever know. But then she had started dating Luka and he put his feelings out of his head and concentrated on getting his life back on track.
Half an hour later, Carter locked up Abby's apartment and got in his Jeep. He stopped back at Gamma's house to change his clothes before going to the hospital.
"Hey Frank, have you seen Abby?" John called as he walked in the doors.
"I just saw her go into the lounge." Chuny called as she wheeled a patient down the hall.
"Thanks." Carter waved and entered the doctor's lounge. Abby was standing facing her locker, but she was not alone. John could tell he had interrupted a conversation that was going on between Abby and Susan.
"Hey Susan." John smiled. The other doctor gave him a very large smile.
"Hey Carter." Susan grinned and gave a short look in Abby's direction. "Oh, well I have to get back to my patient. Have a great day!"
"What's with her?" Carter asked, as Susan left.
"I don't know." John could see she was trying to hold back a laugh.
"So what were you two talking about?" John asked casually, walking to his own locker.
"Nothing." Abby insisted.
"Oh I see. You were comparing notes." John rolled his eyes.
"You're cute when you don't get your way." Abby laughed.
"What time are you off?" John asked a moment later.
"Six. How about you?"
"I'll probably be on all night if Kerry has her way."
"Well call me when you get off. I'll be up." As Carter leaned down to kiss her on the lips, she brought her hand up to the side of his face.
"Ahh!" She squealed.
"What?" John looked hurt.
"You need to shave." Abby laughed.
"Well I'm sorry if I've been occupied in the last couple of days."
"Bye." Abby smiled and walked out the door. Carter shook his head and went back to taking something out of his locker.
*A couple hours later*
"What do we have?" Carter questioned, rushing towards the incoming trauma.
"MVA. You want the first one?" The paramedic asked.
"Yeah. Gallant, you take the second. Susan, get the third. Abby, help Gallant."
"Okay. Eleven year old male was sitting in the passenger seat when a car ran a red light and sent the car through the intersection. We got multiple lacs and probable fracture to the right leg."
"What's his name?"
"Bobby. Bobby Miller."
"Bobby? Can you hear me? My name is Dr. Carter. I'm going to help you, okay?" John faltered momentarily at the name, but then continued.
"Where's Amanda? Is she okay?" The little boy asked.
"Is Amanda your sister?" Carter looked up and towards the next room over where Gallant and Abby were working on a small girl.
"Yes. She's only six."
"Well there's another doctor looking at her. Let's just take care of you." John gave the boy a kind smile. "We're going to make you feel better okay?"
"Okay."
An hour and a half later, Carter walked into the lounge and collapsed on the sofa. The boy would be fine, but he was waiting to see what had happened with his father and his sister before he went to see him again. Suddenly, the door flew open and Abby stormed in. She fidgeted with the lock on her locker and then hit the door with her fist.
"What happened?"
"That little girl." Abby put her hand up to her head and ran her hand through her hair.
"What about the father?" As if on cue, Susan walked through the door with a solemn look on her face.
"I have to go talk to the boy." Carter said, standing up.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Susan asked.
"No. It's okay." Carter shook his head and left. Abby sat on the sofa and put her head between her hands. Susan sat down beside her and leaned her head back.
"God, I need a drink." Susan groaned. "What time are you off?"
"Six. But I kind of already have plans." Abby told a small fib.
"Oh. Well I'm not off til ten anyways." Abby shrugged.
"I, uh, better get going." Abby said, standing up. She hoped she didn't offend Susan, but she just needed to get out of that room. She hadn't talked to Carter about her drinking since she had gone to the AA meeting. She hadn't really thought about drinking in the past three weeks, but that was because she had spent most of the time with John. When she was with him, she couldn't think of anything else. Suddenly, she had a flashback to the first time she saw him at AA. She had looked over and saw him looking back at her with this surprised look on his face. All she could do was give a small smile. Now it was nearly two years later. So much had changed, and yet so much was still the same.