Part 7:
Authors note: Well, here we go again… a new chapter. Oh, and I'm really sorry for the delay… didn't know what to write… and I guess I have been pretty busy lately…
Abby stared blankly at the paper in front of her. It was five thirty in the morning and the ER was unusually slow. She was sitting in the abandoned lounge, trying to write a reply to John.
Now that she had been sitting there for about forty minutes and the only two words on her paper was Dear John, she fully began to understand why HE had had such a hard time writing a letter to her.
Abby kept staring at the almost empty page for about ten more minutes. She just let her mind wander far, far away. She thought about John and the relationship they had had. One thought kept crawling around in her head, just nagging her; was she in love with him? Deep inside she knew the answer, but a big part of her didn't really want to admit it. She had convinced that she had gotten over him, and for some reason she wanted it to stay that way.
"Hi, Abby, what are you doing?" Susan's voice suddenly came up behind her. As quickly as she could she hid the letter from Susan's view. She really didn't wanna talk about it.
"It's... uh… nothing…"
"Oh, Abby, don't be such a mood-killer… tell me!" Susan stared at her in the most stubborn way, and somehow she managed to break down all the walls that Abby didn't even knew she'd been building.
"Well, it's just… a letter… to someone," Abby finally admitted. Just then, she realized that this situation looked an awful lot like the one she'd had with Neela a couple of weeks ago, when she was also in the lounge. Only this time it was Susan, who knew a lot more than Neela, about herself and Carter.
"A letter to whom?" Susan asked, still not getting all of her answers.
"It's for… Carter," Abby then said. She figured that when she'd told this much, she could just as well tell it all, and part of her just needed to talk to someone about it, someone who would understand.
"Carter… as in JOHN CARTER!" Susan asked with a stunned look on her face.
Abby smiled. This was actually kinda fun.
"Yeah… as in John Truman Carter III," she said, half smiling.
"When… did this happen?" Susan asked, staring blankly at Abby.
"A couple of months ago. We've been writing together for a while now," Abby said, debating whether or not to tell Susan about the night they spend together.
Before she could make up her mind the door opened again. This time it was Sam.
"Trauma coming in, ETA two minutes," she yelled.
Susan gave Abby on look, before leaving the room… once again Abby was alone, and staring at her almost blank paper.
