*Bonheur Trompé- Part 6*
by Kelly
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of NBC, Warner Brothers, John Wells, and whoever else. I just borrow them and promise to return them. Don't worry, I won't hurt them. I make no money off these fics, I write them for fun.
The music in this story is "Have I Told You Lately" by Rod Stewart
Feedback is always appreciated- DougandCarol@hotmail.com
Writer's Notes: Part 6 is written from Luka's POV. I got such positive feedback from having part 5 in Abby's, I've decided I may try this again with a later part. Also, after yet another chat over at the club, I have decided to write another NC-17 scene. Please be warned.
WARNING; This fanfiction is rated NC-17. So I have warned you, if you are under 17, or feel you cannot deal with sexual situations, don't read this.
TRANSLATIONS: There are some translations you may need in Croatian, and in French for this story.
French:
Je suis Claire: I am Claire
Je suis Abby: I am Abby
Quel est l'importer?: What is the matter?
Mon estomac, il endommage beaucoup: My stomach, it hurts very much
Où est-ce qu'il endommage?" : Where does it hurt?
Je pense que vous avez: I think you have
Croatian:
Ugoditi: Please
Moj Bog: My God
Volim te: I love you
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Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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Her chest moves slowly up and down as she sleeps, I can hear her breathing as I watch. She's lying on her back; her face is turned toward me. She looks so peaceful when she's a sleep, she reminds me of how Danijela looked. I don't exactly know why, because she looks nothing like Danijela. Danijela was tall, with dark curly hair that was all the way down her back. Abby isn't tall at all, only about 5'3", and her hair is short, and lighter than Danijela's was.
She's starting to get bigger now; you can tell she's pregnant when you look at her. Her stomach has grown considerably over the past few weeks. She's outgrown everything now, aside from a few pairs of elastic waisted pants she owns. Even her scrubs don't fit anymore, and she's had to go buy bigger one's. Her muscles are starting to bother her, especially her legs and back. Even her face now, it has that look of being pregnant. It's getting chubby, and she has that glow some people say pregnant women get. I can't remember ever seeing Danijela have it, but Abby does.
I'm getting more and more excited each day, as I watch her get up in the morning, bigger than she was when she went to sleep. It still seems not real, that I'm going to be a father again. I never thought it would happen, I was always afraid to let it happen. I don't know what I would do if I lost another child, or Abby. I know I watch her constantly, and I know she grows tired of my constant pestering, but I just want to make sure everything is ok, that everything will be ok.
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For the morning sun in all it's glory,
Meets the day with hope and comfort too,
You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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"Abby, you need to take it easy." I find myself calling to her, again later that evening. She won't listen, most women won't I guess. She's been running around all day, again. I told her to take it easy at work, that she doesn't have to do everything. But even when I say it, she ignores me. It also doesn't help that Kerry runs her ragged everyday.
"Luka, I'm ok." She assures me, as she pushes a small child in a wheelchair toward the bank of elevators.
I sigh, grabbing a chart for a patient in exam 4 and walk down the hallway with that in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. Entering the exam room, I find a young woman, maybe 20 in the hospital bed, with an older man, possibly 40 sitting in a chair nearby.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Kovac." I greet her, setting the chart on the bed as I pull my stethoscope from around my neck. "What is bothering you ma'am?" I ask.
The woman looks from me to the man, and back to me again. "Je ne parle pas anglais." She tells me, shaking her head.
"Do you speak any English?" I ask the man, whom I figure must be her father or a close relative.
"Je ne comprends pas." He replies, looking helplessly at me.
"Great." I mumble under my breath. It's hard enough for me when a patient speaks Spanish and no English, but I cannot remember having a patient who spoke French ever. "I'll be right back." I tell them, as I go to leave the room, though they don't understand what I just said.
Walking down toward admit, I set the chart down and look around to see who's around. "Do any of you know any French?" I ask desperately, leaning on the counter, knocking an empty coffee cup off and onto the floor.
"Does Je m'appelle a la toilette count?" Dave asks in his usual obnoxious tone leaning down to pick up the cup. "My sister taught me that." He jokes, picking through the charts.
I look helplessly to Lydia and Connie who are standing nearby.
"Sorry, I took Spanish in High School." Lydia replies, walking away toward chairs.
Connie just stares and shakes her head as I sigh. "Fine, can someone call for a translator?" I ask, watching Randi who is playing solitaire on the computer.
"Yeah, I'll get right on it." She mumbles, smacking the mouse with her finger in an attempt to move something.
Turning from the counter, I take the chart with me and walk around back, knowing Randi will call when she is good and ready, in 2 hours. Looking up the extension I need, I pick the phone up and tap the numbers in.
"Who are you calling?" Abby asks, as she reappears, an armful of charts in hand, dumping them into the discharged bin.
"For a translator." I reply, as the voice on the other end of the line tells me to hold on, and I hear the phone click.
"Oh." She replies, as Dave reappears, this time eating some sort of junk food.
"I'm telling you Dr. Kovac, show me the patient, I'll speak all the French you need." He offers, shoving a handful of food into his mouth.
"Dave, even I know what you said before. Go bother someone else." I tell him, as he laughs and walks away, eyeing a young girl that has just walked in, dressed in jeans 2 sizes too small.
"You need a French translator?" Abby asks, pressing her hand against her hip and letting out a sigh.
I nod, tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for them to pick up again on the other end. "Are you ok?" I ask, as I watch her face as she moans.
"Yeah, just a backache." She tells me, as Dr. Romano pushes past, just looking to start trouble. "Luka, hang up the phone." She tells me, taking the chart from my hand.
"I need a translator." I tell her, as Romano walks up next to us, his head goes from me, to Abby.
"Well, Ms. Lockhart, oh excuse me, Mrs. Kovac. It looks like someone's been hoarding the vending machines." Romano snickers as I watch Abby glare at him. He always has to bother someone; I think it must be in his genes.
"Dr. Romano." She says politely, turning back to me. "Luka, hang up the phone. I'll try to translate for you."
"Are you sure you can translate?" I ask her, still on hold, watching as an ambulance pulls up outside and Malucci sprints for the door.
"I got it!" he calls out, rushing outside as they unload the gurney from the ambulance.
"I'll try." Abby replies, turning my attention back to her and the phone. Romano has wandered off, lost interest in pestering her. She reaches over and grabs the phone from my hand, hanging it back on the receiver.
I nod as she starts down the hallway, and I walk fast to catch up with her. We pass by the trauma room and I can see Dave inside with Kerry, Yosh and Lydia. He's pumping on a woman's chest, blood seems to be gushing.
"When did you learn French?" I ask Abby curiously as we turn the corner, standing outside of the exam room.
"In high school." She yawns, covering her mouth with her free hand as her eyes shut. "I don't know how much I remember though."
I grin as I watch her, and we enter the exam room. The woman is now propped up in the bed; she's staring at the wall and an old poster that's on it.
"Claire?" Abby asks, stepping nearer to the bed as the older man watches curiously. His feet are propped up in a chair next to him, and he's sipping a cup of coffee.
"Je suis Claire." The woman replies, looking over to Abby.
"Je suis Abby." She replies, looking over the chart. "Ummm…" she mumbles, I guess she is looking for the right phrase. "Quel est………… Quel est l'importer?" Abby asks, sounding unsure of what she has just asked.
The woman sighs as I watch, looking very relieved someone can understand and speak with her, if only for a limited phrases.
"Mon estomac, il endommage beaucoup." She replies, pressing her hand to her stomach.
"She says something about her stomach hurting." Abby says, turning to me. "I don't know everything she said."
"How do you ask where it hurts?" I ask, moving closer to the bed to exam the woman.
"Où est-ce…." Abby mumbles, smacking her hand on her leg. "Damn it, I know how to say this! Ok, it's… Où est-ce qu'il endommage?"
I nod, turning to the woman and pressing on her belly. "Ma'am, Où est-ce qu'il endommage?" I ask, moving my hand around.
She presses her hand down onto the lower right part of her stomach, and winces as I press harder on it. I nod, pressing on it one more time, as I turn back to Abby.
"Order an ultrasound. I think she has appendicitis." I say, filling out the order on the chart. "Can you tell her that?"
"I don't know how to say appendicitis." She replies, taking the chart and holding it under her arm. "But just tell her that….. Je pense que……. vous avez."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, 'I think you have'." She tells me, turning to leave the room. "Then I guess just say appendicitis."
"Thank you Abby." I say, smiling at her as she leaves.
"It was my pleasure." she jokes, pulling the door open and leaving. I turn back to the woman and tell her what Abby has told me to say. The woman seems to understand what I say, and nods, saying Thank You in English. I guess she must know a few words.
As I turn into the hallway, I watch Abby as she wanders down the hallway, turning toward the bank of elevators. She's got hold of her back again; I know it's been bothering her a lot lately. She needs to rest, I know I think this all the time, but it's true, I wish she would.
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There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To The One, to The One.
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"Dr. Kovac?" I hear someone call to me later that evening, as a bright light shines in from the hallway. "Dr. Kovac?"
"What is it?" I mumble, pulling my hand to my face, in an attempt to shield my eyes from the light.
"It's 6:00. You've been off for half an hour." The voice calls to me.
"Chuny?" I mumble, my eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light. I turn my head to see her standing in the doorway of the unlit exam room.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you." I groan, struggling to sit up. I reach besides me to the small table for my beeper and clip it to my belt where it is usually kept. Pushing my feet back into my shoes, I grab my lab coat and stumble from the exam room into the hallway. Things are eerily silent, much more than they should be. As I pass by the empty gurneys and wheelchairs, I sigh, realizing that again, as soon as I get off, all of the patients are gone.
"Malucci! I told you to put that damn crutch down! Now I'm not going to say it again without whacking you over the head with it!" I hear Dr. Weaver scream from down the hallway.
"God.." I mumble, as I approach admit, and find Malucci setting the crutch down on a gurney, that slick smile pasted on his face. "Hey, Dr. Kovac, howz about a quick game of wheelchair hockey?"
"I'm going home." I mumble, erasing my name from any left blocks on the board and placing my signed off charts in the bin. "I'll see you tomorrow." I call, walking to the lounge where I quickly pull my coat on and dump my wallet into the pocket. I need to go to the market, Abby asked me to pick up a few things. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I know she wanted to cook something.
"Carrots, stuffing, broccoli.." I mumble as I grab a cart in the grocery store and start wheeling it down the aisles. I have always hated grocery shopping, I never know how much to buy, or what brand to buy of it. Turning down the first aisle, I find shelves and shelves full of junk food. There are cookies and candies and chocolate.
Looking at the list, I know there is none of this on it, but I grab a bag of chocolate chip cookies anyway. They'll be good for when Abby starts having those strange cravings women get. "Carrots." I say again, as I find the vegetable department and look through the table full of them. I finally find a bag that looks ripe enough to me, and throw them in the cart along with a bunch of broccoli.
It takes me awhile to find the stuffing, and even longer to find what kind to buy. They make it to go with practically everything. Soon they'll probably make stuffing to go with your breakfast cereal.
Ice cream, apples, cereal, potatoes, cookies, vegetables, stuffing, corn bread mix, it all goes up onto the check out counter as I stand in line, reading the front pages of magazines. After what seems like a decade, the young boy behind the counter rings my items through and I hand him a bill with some change. Loading the bags into the cart, I push them through the parking lot, in the now pouring rain. It wasn't raining half an hour ago; of course it chooses to begin now.
I just want to get home, I'm tired, achy, and now I'm soaking wet. Pulling out onto the main road, I let out a sigh as I pass by a small accident; someone has driven into a light pole. It doesn't look like anyone is injured though. Thank god… all I need is for an emergency page to come through, and then I'll have to go back… again.
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Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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She's standing over at the counter; I can see the dishtowel in her hands. Her back is to me as I watch her, one of her hands is pressing against her back as she stretches. I hear her moan as I tiptoe toward her, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.
Shit! Luka, you sacred the hell out of me!" she screeches, as I wrap my arms around her neck, and take the dishtowel from her hands.
"Ssshh." I mumble, tossing the towel onto the counter, kissing her neck gently, as I wrap my arms tightly around her chest. "Don't talk." I instruct her.
I hear her laugh as I make my way up to her ear, nibbling on it as she moves to turn around. As she does, I move to her mouth, taking her face into my hands. I close my eyes as my tongue probes into her mouth, around and around.
"Luka." she mumbles, breaking away. "Not here."
I don't respond, I just shake my head pulling her again toward me. I can smell her shampoo as I do. It's a sweet smell of some sort of flower, the same kind she always uses. I can feel she's tense, I know she doesn't want to do this here. Now I pull away, wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Come on." I say, reaching over to turn the stove off quickly, as I pull her towards our bedroom upstairs. As we fumble up the stairs, I'm already at her again, kissing her neck, her lips; I can feel her pulling at my shirt as we push through the bedroom door. She's already pulling my shirt over my head as we reach the bed, and I sit her down slowly, as it comes over my head.
"Luka.." I hear her mumble, as I lean over, falling onto the bed next to her. My arms are around her, and I'm fumbling with the buttons on the back of her shirt. There are only two near the top, but it seems I cannot unfasten them quickly enough. Once they're undone, I pull her shirt over her head, and I again begin to wander.
Down from her lips, kissing her neck, her collarbone, down to her breasts. I can feel her hands running through my hair, as I taste every inch of her, kissing her chest over and over. My hands wander behind her, reaching for the clasp of her bra. I continue to kiss her, as I finally get it unhooked. I pull the two straps off one by one, slowly, watching her face as I do. Down her right arm, now the left, until it's completely removed. Tossing it over toward the TV, I lean down, cupping her breasts in my hands.
"Abby, you're beautiful." I say, as I run my hands over the mounds, latching to her left breast, as I hear her begin to moan. I feel her move, running her hands through my hair, and down my back. Down father, I feel her hands under me now, pulling at my pants, as she pulls them off, as I kick them over to the side, never once stopping.
"Please... Luka." she moans, I know what she wants. I smile as I move down lower, planting kisses on her swelling stomach. Down from her breasts, lower and lower. She's got a pair of pajama pants on, and I easily get them off in one swift motion, revealing a pair of black panties. She's wet already, I can see it. "Luka." she moans again, as my hand wanders down between her thighs, teasing her as I continue to plant kisses on her belly.
I brush the inside of her thighs, pulling her underwear off, as I make my way down further, further. I hear her gasp as I slide one of my fingers inside of her. She is so tight, and lets out another, louder moan as I slide in a second finger. Smiling at her, as she grips to the comforter beside her for support, I lean down, and begin to work, as she calls it, my magic. Taking her special place into my mouth, I begin to move my fingers inside of her. Reaching up, I take hold of her right hand with my free hand, as I hear her breathing becoming heavier.
It isn't long before I feel her grip getting tighter, and I know she's about to come. I start moving faster now, my tongue swirling and fingers moving faster and faster. Her breathing is getting faster, and I feel her stiffen as her grip tightens around my hand. "Oh god Luka!" I hear her moan from the back of her throat, as she comes, louder and louder as I move faster and faster. "Luka!" she cries again, as she falls back against the pillow, as I remove my fingers and make my way up next to her. Lying next to her on the pillow, I wait for her to catch her breath, as my hand wanders down to her stomach, allowing it to rest there.
She moves in closer to me once she's caught her breath, as I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. "Are you alright?" I ask, pushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Yeah." she whispers, her hand running up and down my chest, her finger tracing the outside of my nipples over and over again. "God Luka." she mumbles, causing me to laugh.
She's smiling as I lean over and kiss her cheek, her hands are wandering now, I can feel them make their way down to my boxers, grabbing my hardness. I watch her carefully as she sits up, moving down the bed, pushing me ever so gently back, her hands already in my shorts, a firm grasp on me. Before I realize what's happening, she's got my boxers off, my hardness in her hands, stroking me up and down.
"Abby..." I mumble, as she teases me, as her mouth goes down on me. Her tongue is moving up and down, tracing the outside of me, up and down, round and round. She starts moving faster, and I can feel myself get hard again. She's taken me into her mouth now; I can feel how warm it is. I'm watching her go up and down, as one of her hands is under me, running up and down my back, to my buttocks. I can feel myself start to come as she sucks harder, I start moaning loudly, and I can see the satisfaction in her eyes. "Ugoditi." I moan, as she continues. It's coming, I can feel it, my eyes are wide open staring at the ceiling........... Then it's gone.
I close my eyes for a second, before looking up and seeing Abby staring at my face, her face wearing a grin of satisfaction.
"Abby." I moan, oh how close I was. She lets out a little giggle as she rests her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her.
"Don't worry." she whispers, as I run my fingers through her soft hair, brushing it from her face. She is so beautiful, I sometimes wonder to myself how I can take my eyes from her. Her face seems to glow when she smiles, even more so now since she's been pregnant. I lean up, latching my lips to hers once more, my tongue once again swirling within her mouth, and hers in mine. She's got her hands running up and down my arms, as I wrap them around her, and carefully turn her onto her back. I start nibbling on her fingers as I make my way down between her legs, and carefully spread them.
"You ok?" I ask her, positioning myself to enter her. She nods without a word, and slowly I enter her with no problem. She lets out a gasp as I do, arching her back. I grab her hips with my hands as I pull myself out and thrust back in. In and out and in and out. I watch as I see she's about to come, and I feel myself about to explode inside of her. I pick up the pace, moving faster and faster in and out of her, my hands gripping tightly to her as I thrust. It's coming, I can feel it, I begin to breath faster as I feel myself explode inside of her as she starts to moan and I know she's reached her climax as well.
"Moj Bog Abby!" I cry out in Croatian as I come, feeling as if I am exploding. I collapse onto her chest as we both try to catch our breath. I kiss her forehead as I take a deep breath, falling besides her and pulling her close to me. "That was amazing Abby." I tell her, my head resting next to hers. "Volim te" I mumble, taking her hand into mine, playing with her fingers.
"I love you too," she whispers back. And I know she does.
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Have I Told You Lately That I Love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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04/23/01
by Kelly
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of NBC, Warner Brothers, John Wells, and whoever else. I just borrow them and promise to return them. Don't worry, I won't hurt them. I make no money off these fics, I write them for fun.
The music in this story is "Have I Told You Lately" by Rod Stewart
Feedback is always appreciated- DougandCarol@hotmail.com
Writer's Notes: Part 6 is written from Luka's POV. I got such positive feedback from having part 5 in Abby's, I've decided I may try this again with a later part. Also, after yet another chat over at the club, I have decided to write another NC-17 scene. Please be warned.
WARNING; This fanfiction is rated NC-17. So I have warned you, if you are under 17, or feel you cannot deal with sexual situations, don't read this.
TRANSLATIONS: There are some translations you may need in Croatian, and in French for this story.
French:
Je suis Claire: I am Claire
Je suis Abby: I am Abby
Quel est l'importer?: What is the matter?
Mon estomac, il endommage beaucoup: My stomach, it hurts very much
Où est-ce qu'il endommage?" : Where does it hurt?
Je pense que vous avez: I think you have
Croatian:
Ugoditi: Please
Moj Bog: My God
Volim te: I love you
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
+++++++++++++++++
Her chest moves slowly up and down as she sleeps, I can hear her breathing as I watch. She's lying on her back; her face is turned toward me. She looks so peaceful when she's a sleep, she reminds me of how Danijela looked. I don't exactly know why, because she looks nothing like Danijela. Danijela was tall, with dark curly hair that was all the way down her back. Abby isn't tall at all, only about 5'3", and her hair is short, and lighter than Danijela's was.
She's starting to get bigger now; you can tell she's pregnant when you look at her. Her stomach has grown considerably over the past few weeks. She's outgrown everything now, aside from a few pairs of elastic waisted pants she owns. Even her scrubs don't fit anymore, and she's had to go buy bigger one's. Her muscles are starting to bother her, especially her legs and back. Even her face now, it has that look of being pregnant. It's getting chubby, and she has that glow some people say pregnant women get. I can't remember ever seeing Danijela have it, but Abby does.
I'm getting more and more excited each day, as I watch her get up in the morning, bigger than she was when she went to sleep. It still seems not real, that I'm going to be a father again. I never thought it would happen, I was always afraid to let it happen. I don't know what I would do if I lost another child, or Abby. I know I watch her constantly, and I know she grows tired of my constant pestering, but I just want to make sure everything is ok, that everything will be ok.
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For the morning sun in all it's glory,
Meets the day with hope and comfort too,
You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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"Abby, you need to take it easy." I find myself calling to her, again later that evening. She won't listen, most women won't I guess. She's been running around all day, again. I told her to take it easy at work, that she doesn't have to do everything. But even when I say it, she ignores me. It also doesn't help that Kerry runs her ragged everyday.
"Luka, I'm ok." She assures me, as she pushes a small child in a wheelchair toward the bank of elevators.
I sigh, grabbing a chart for a patient in exam 4 and walk down the hallway with that in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. Entering the exam room, I find a young woman, maybe 20 in the hospital bed, with an older man, possibly 40 sitting in a chair nearby.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Kovac." I greet her, setting the chart on the bed as I pull my stethoscope from around my neck. "What is bothering you ma'am?" I ask.
The woman looks from me to the man, and back to me again. "Je ne parle pas anglais." She tells me, shaking her head.
"Do you speak any English?" I ask the man, whom I figure must be her father or a close relative.
"Je ne comprends pas." He replies, looking helplessly at me.
"Great." I mumble under my breath. It's hard enough for me when a patient speaks Spanish and no English, but I cannot remember having a patient who spoke French ever. "I'll be right back." I tell them, as I go to leave the room, though they don't understand what I just said.
Walking down toward admit, I set the chart down and look around to see who's around. "Do any of you know any French?" I ask desperately, leaning on the counter, knocking an empty coffee cup off and onto the floor.
"Does Je m'appelle a la toilette count?" Dave asks in his usual obnoxious tone leaning down to pick up the cup. "My sister taught me that." He jokes, picking through the charts.
I look helplessly to Lydia and Connie who are standing nearby.
"Sorry, I took Spanish in High School." Lydia replies, walking away toward chairs.
Connie just stares and shakes her head as I sigh. "Fine, can someone call for a translator?" I ask, watching Randi who is playing solitaire on the computer.
"Yeah, I'll get right on it." She mumbles, smacking the mouse with her finger in an attempt to move something.
Turning from the counter, I take the chart with me and walk around back, knowing Randi will call when she is good and ready, in 2 hours. Looking up the extension I need, I pick the phone up and tap the numbers in.
"Who are you calling?" Abby asks, as she reappears, an armful of charts in hand, dumping them into the discharged bin.
"For a translator." I reply, as the voice on the other end of the line tells me to hold on, and I hear the phone click.
"Oh." She replies, as Dave reappears, this time eating some sort of junk food.
"I'm telling you Dr. Kovac, show me the patient, I'll speak all the French you need." He offers, shoving a handful of food into his mouth.
"Dave, even I know what you said before. Go bother someone else." I tell him, as he laughs and walks away, eyeing a young girl that has just walked in, dressed in jeans 2 sizes too small.
"You need a French translator?" Abby asks, pressing her hand against her hip and letting out a sigh.
I nod, tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for them to pick up again on the other end. "Are you ok?" I ask, as I watch her face as she moans.
"Yeah, just a backache." She tells me, as Dr. Romano pushes past, just looking to start trouble. "Luka, hang up the phone." She tells me, taking the chart from my hand.
"I need a translator." I tell her, as Romano walks up next to us, his head goes from me, to Abby.
"Well, Ms. Lockhart, oh excuse me, Mrs. Kovac. It looks like someone's been hoarding the vending machines." Romano snickers as I watch Abby glare at him. He always has to bother someone; I think it must be in his genes.
"Dr. Romano." She says politely, turning back to me. "Luka, hang up the phone. I'll try to translate for you."
"Are you sure you can translate?" I ask her, still on hold, watching as an ambulance pulls up outside and Malucci sprints for the door.
"I got it!" he calls out, rushing outside as they unload the gurney from the ambulance.
"I'll try." Abby replies, turning my attention back to her and the phone. Romano has wandered off, lost interest in pestering her. She reaches over and grabs the phone from my hand, hanging it back on the receiver.
I nod as she starts down the hallway, and I walk fast to catch up with her. We pass by the trauma room and I can see Dave inside with Kerry, Yosh and Lydia. He's pumping on a woman's chest, blood seems to be gushing.
"When did you learn French?" I ask Abby curiously as we turn the corner, standing outside of the exam room.
"In high school." She yawns, covering her mouth with her free hand as her eyes shut. "I don't know how much I remember though."
I grin as I watch her, and we enter the exam room. The woman is now propped up in the bed; she's staring at the wall and an old poster that's on it.
"Claire?" Abby asks, stepping nearer to the bed as the older man watches curiously. His feet are propped up in a chair next to him, and he's sipping a cup of coffee.
"Je suis Claire." The woman replies, looking over to Abby.
"Je suis Abby." She replies, looking over the chart. "Ummm…" she mumbles, I guess she is looking for the right phrase. "Quel est………… Quel est l'importer?" Abby asks, sounding unsure of what she has just asked.
The woman sighs as I watch, looking very relieved someone can understand and speak with her, if only for a limited phrases.
"Mon estomac, il endommage beaucoup." She replies, pressing her hand to her stomach.
"She says something about her stomach hurting." Abby says, turning to me. "I don't know everything she said."
"How do you ask where it hurts?" I ask, moving closer to the bed to exam the woman.
"Où est-ce…." Abby mumbles, smacking her hand on her leg. "Damn it, I know how to say this! Ok, it's… Où est-ce qu'il endommage?"
I nod, turning to the woman and pressing on her belly. "Ma'am, Où est-ce qu'il endommage?" I ask, moving my hand around.
She presses her hand down onto the lower right part of her stomach, and winces as I press harder on it. I nod, pressing on it one more time, as I turn back to Abby.
"Order an ultrasound. I think she has appendicitis." I say, filling out the order on the chart. "Can you tell her that?"
"I don't know how to say appendicitis." She replies, taking the chart and holding it under her arm. "But just tell her that….. Je pense que……. vous avez."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, 'I think you have'." She tells me, turning to leave the room. "Then I guess just say appendicitis."
"Thank you Abby." I say, smiling at her as she leaves.
"It was my pleasure." she jokes, pulling the door open and leaving. I turn back to the woman and tell her what Abby has told me to say. The woman seems to understand what I say, and nods, saying Thank You in English. I guess she must know a few words.
As I turn into the hallway, I watch Abby as she wanders down the hallway, turning toward the bank of elevators. She's got hold of her back again; I know it's been bothering her a lot lately. She needs to rest, I know I think this all the time, but it's true, I wish she would.
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There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To The One, to The One.
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"Dr. Kovac?" I hear someone call to me later that evening, as a bright light shines in from the hallway. "Dr. Kovac?"
"What is it?" I mumble, pulling my hand to my face, in an attempt to shield my eyes from the light.
"It's 6:00. You've been off for half an hour." The voice calls to me.
"Chuny?" I mumble, my eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light. I turn my head to see her standing in the doorway of the unlit exam room.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you." I groan, struggling to sit up. I reach besides me to the small table for my beeper and clip it to my belt where it is usually kept. Pushing my feet back into my shoes, I grab my lab coat and stumble from the exam room into the hallway. Things are eerily silent, much more than they should be. As I pass by the empty gurneys and wheelchairs, I sigh, realizing that again, as soon as I get off, all of the patients are gone.
"Malucci! I told you to put that damn crutch down! Now I'm not going to say it again without whacking you over the head with it!" I hear Dr. Weaver scream from down the hallway.
"God.." I mumble, as I approach admit, and find Malucci setting the crutch down on a gurney, that slick smile pasted on his face. "Hey, Dr. Kovac, howz about a quick game of wheelchair hockey?"
"I'm going home." I mumble, erasing my name from any left blocks on the board and placing my signed off charts in the bin. "I'll see you tomorrow." I call, walking to the lounge where I quickly pull my coat on and dump my wallet into the pocket. I need to go to the market, Abby asked me to pick up a few things. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I know she wanted to cook something.
"Carrots, stuffing, broccoli.." I mumble as I grab a cart in the grocery store and start wheeling it down the aisles. I have always hated grocery shopping, I never know how much to buy, or what brand to buy of it. Turning down the first aisle, I find shelves and shelves full of junk food. There are cookies and candies and chocolate.
Looking at the list, I know there is none of this on it, but I grab a bag of chocolate chip cookies anyway. They'll be good for when Abby starts having those strange cravings women get. "Carrots." I say again, as I find the vegetable department and look through the table full of them. I finally find a bag that looks ripe enough to me, and throw them in the cart along with a bunch of broccoli.
It takes me awhile to find the stuffing, and even longer to find what kind to buy. They make it to go with practically everything. Soon they'll probably make stuffing to go with your breakfast cereal.
Ice cream, apples, cereal, potatoes, cookies, vegetables, stuffing, corn bread mix, it all goes up onto the check out counter as I stand in line, reading the front pages of magazines. After what seems like a decade, the young boy behind the counter rings my items through and I hand him a bill with some change. Loading the bags into the cart, I push them through the parking lot, in the now pouring rain. It wasn't raining half an hour ago; of course it chooses to begin now.
I just want to get home, I'm tired, achy, and now I'm soaking wet. Pulling out onto the main road, I let out a sigh as I pass by a small accident; someone has driven into a light pole. It doesn't look like anyone is injured though. Thank god… all I need is for an emergency page to come through, and then I'll have to go back… again.
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Have I Told You Lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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She's standing over at the counter; I can see the dishtowel in her hands. Her back is to me as I watch her, one of her hands is pressing against her back as she stretches. I hear her moan as I tiptoe toward her, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.
Shit! Luka, you sacred the hell out of me!" she screeches, as I wrap my arms around her neck, and take the dishtowel from her hands.
"Ssshh." I mumble, tossing the towel onto the counter, kissing her neck gently, as I wrap my arms tightly around her chest. "Don't talk." I instruct her.
I hear her laugh as I make my way up to her ear, nibbling on it as she moves to turn around. As she does, I move to her mouth, taking her face into my hands. I close my eyes as my tongue probes into her mouth, around and around.
"Luka." she mumbles, breaking away. "Not here."
I don't respond, I just shake my head pulling her again toward me. I can smell her shampoo as I do. It's a sweet smell of some sort of flower, the same kind she always uses. I can feel she's tense, I know she doesn't want to do this here. Now I pull away, wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Come on." I say, reaching over to turn the stove off quickly, as I pull her towards our bedroom upstairs. As we fumble up the stairs, I'm already at her again, kissing her neck, her lips; I can feel her pulling at my shirt as we push through the bedroom door. She's already pulling my shirt over my head as we reach the bed, and I sit her down slowly, as it comes over my head.
"Luka.." I hear her mumble, as I lean over, falling onto the bed next to her. My arms are around her, and I'm fumbling with the buttons on the back of her shirt. There are only two near the top, but it seems I cannot unfasten them quickly enough. Once they're undone, I pull her shirt over her head, and I again begin to wander.
Down from her lips, kissing her neck, her collarbone, down to her breasts. I can feel her hands running through my hair, as I taste every inch of her, kissing her chest over and over. My hands wander behind her, reaching for the clasp of her bra. I continue to kiss her, as I finally get it unhooked. I pull the two straps off one by one, slowly, watching her face as I do. Down her right arm, now the left, until it's completely removed. Tossing it over toward the TV, I lean down, cupping her breasts in my hands.
"Abby, you're beautiful." I say, as I run my hands over the mounds, latching to her left breast, as I hear her begin to moan. I feel her move, running her hands through my hair, and down my back. Down father, I feel her hands under me now, pulling at my pants, as she pulls them off, as I kick them over to the side, never once stopping.
"Please... Luka." she moans, I know what she wants. I smile as I move down lower, planting kisses on her swelling stomach. Down from her breasts, lower and lower. She's got a pair of pajama pants on, and I easily get them off in one swift motion, revealing a pair of black panties. She's wet already, I can see it. "Luka." she moans again, as my hand wanders down between her thighs, teasing her as I continue to plant kisses on her belly.
I brush the inside of her thighs, pulling her underwear off, as I make my way down further, further. I hear her gasp as I slide one of my fingers inside of her. She is so tight, and lets out another, louder moan as I slide in a second finger. Smiling at her, as she grips to the comforter beside her for support, I lean down, and begin to work, as she calls it, my magic. Taking her special place into my mouth, I begin to move my fingers inside of her. Reaching up, I take hold of her right hand with my free hand, as I hear her breathing becoming heavier.
It isn't long before I feel her grip getting tighter, and I know she's about to come. I start moving faster now, my tongue swirling and fingers moving faster and faster. Her breathing is getting faster, and I feel her stiffen as her grip tightens around my hand. "Oh god Luka!" I hear her moan from the back of her throat, as she comes, louder and louder as I move faster and faster. "Luka!" she cries again, as she falls back against the pillow, as I remove my fingers and make my way up next to her. Lying next to her on the pillow, I wait for her to catch her breath, as my hand wanders down to her stomach, allowing it to rest there.
She moves in closer to me once she's caught her breath, as I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. "Are you alright?" I ask, pushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Yeah." she whispers, her hand running up and down my chest, her finger tracing the outside of my nipples over and over again. "God Luka." she mumbles, causing me to laugh.
She's smiling as I lean over and kiss her cheek, her hands are wandering now, I can feel them make their way down to my boxers, grabbing my hardness. I watch her carefully as she sits up, moving down the bed, pushing me ever so gently back, her hands already in my shorts, a firm grasp on me. Before I realize what's happening, she's got my boxers off, my hardness in her hands, stroking me up and down.
"Abby..." I mumble, as she teases me, as her mouth goes down on me. Her tongue is moving up and down, tracing the outside of me, up and down, round and round. She starts moving faster, and I can feel myself get hard again. She's taken me into her mouth now; I can feel how warm it is. I'm watching her go up and down, as one of her hands is under me, running up and down my back, to my buttocks. I can feel myself start to come as she sucks harder, I start moaning loudly, and I can see the satisfaction in her eyes. "Ugoditi." I moan, as she continues. It's coming, I can feel it, my eyes are wide open staring at the ceiling........... Then it's gone.
I close my eyes for a second, before looking up and seeing Abby staring at my face, her face wearing a grin of satisfaction.
"Abby." I moan, oh how close I was. She lets out a little giggle as she rests her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her.
"Don't worry." she whispers, as I run my fingers through her soft hair, brushing it from her face. She is so beautiful, I sometimes wonder to myself how I can take my eyes from her. Her face seems to glow when she smiles, even more so now since she's been pregnant. I lean up, latching my lips to hers once more, my tongue once again swirling within her mouth, and hers in mine. She's got her hands running up and down my arms, as I wrap them around her, and carefully turn her onto her back. I start nibbling on her fingers as I make my way down between her legs, and carefully spread them.
"You ok?" I ask her, positioning myself to enter her. She nods without a word, and slowly I enter her with no problem. She lets out a gasp as I do, arching her back. I grab her hips with my hands as I pull myself out and thrust back in. In and out and in and out. I watch as I see she's about to come, and I feel myself about to explode inside of her. I pick up the pace, moving faster and faster in and out of her, my hands gripping tightly to her as I thrust. It's coming, I can feel it, I begin to breath faster as I feel myself explode inside of her as she starts to moan and I know she's reached her climax as well.
"Moj Bog Abby!" I cry out in Croatian as I come, feeling as if I am exploding. I collapse onto her chest as we both try to catch our breath. I kiss her forehead as I take a deep breath, falling besides her and pulling her close to me. "That was amazing Abby." I tell her, my head resting next to hers. "Volim te" I mumble, taking her hand into mine, playing with her fingers.
"I love you too," she whispers back. And I know she does.
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Have I Told You Lately That I Love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
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04/23/01