A/N: I know that the first chapter was confusing but it will make sense. And don't worry it will turn out happy in the end. I like happy endings. The title for this chapter is what it is, so leave me alone! [Like the story title is any good. Like the story so far is good...] (I'm so mean to myself :-P)

Disclaimer: Sorry I forgot it in the last chapter. These characters belong to just me!!! *Laughs evilly* Just kidding! They belong to all the fine people at ER. *Sigh* I wish they were mine...

Chapter 2: A Man and a Stolen Kiss

Abby woke up groggily. She saw a man in front of her. He appeared to be tall with dark hair. Her vision was still very blurry and she felt so exhausted and drained of energy. All she could remember was dancing with Carter, stars, music, but everything else was vague in her mind. The man walked up to her.

"A small kiss my dear?" the man said. His voice seemed very distant. She didn't understand what he asked her. Her mind was scattered. Still dazed and confused.

"Answer Me!" the voice yelled at her. He grabbed and shook her strongly. Her head bobbed along, her body not having any strength left.

He looked at her. Those brown eyes were fighting to stay open. They were not focused and seemed to be looking into space. He chuckled.

"Is it too hard for you?" he mocked. "Here I'll help you." He didn't care if she wasn't paying attention. She was growing unconscious again. He leaned and kissed her. Her eyes for a small second looked at him, shocked but immediately they closed. He just chuckled and left her alone.

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"Carter?!"
"Someone call an ambulance!"
"Can you hear me? Please answer me! WHERE'S THAT AMBULANCE!?"
"Carter? Carter? OH SHIT!!! Don't do this!!!"

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(Flashback...)
The man took a now unconscious Abby away. Carter grabbed his leg. Carter was furious, that this sick SOB had hit him and thought he could easily take Abby away. The man almost tripped but turned around and kicked him in the face. Carter's nose broke with instantly.

"Leave her alone!" Carter made another grab for him, ignoring the pain in his face and bloody nose. Now the man was irritated and violent. He carefully put Abby down on the ground and went toward Carter. Carter used his arms to lift himself up as much as possible. His legs felt like rubber. The man seemed almost entertained by Carter's feeble attempts. The man just kept smiling.

"What are you smiling at you sick, demented, crazy, deranged-" he was interrupted by a gunshot. Carter stood dumbfounded. Carter didn't even realize he had had a jacket on. He looked down and saw his stomach was bleeding. The man kicked Carter's arms, causing him to collapse. His jaw hit the floor roughly. The man began to kick Carter's stomach, the most sensitive spot with the gunshot wound. Carter groaned with each agony that each blow brought to him. Then the man grabbed the gun by the front and smacked Carter's face across with the handle. Carter was immediately knocked out. The man picked up Abby and left a bleeding doctor on the floor. It would be a long time before anyone at the party found him...


(Chapter 3 coming soon...)