Title: Standing Here Until You Make Me Move. (Part four)
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Previously:
"OB nurse, Florida...right ok, I will" Carter put down the phone and stared at it in disbelief for a moment. What was going on? She was leaving, applying for jobs?
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The question Abby had asked was still hanging in the air. Who was it? She had asked.
"It was Florida" Carter stumbled.
"Florida?" Abby laughed.
"I mean, you've got the job you applied for"
"Oh" Abby's grin was soon wiped off of her face. Carter looked at his feet, unable to deal with the confrontation that was coming. Why was his life the cruel prison it always seemed to be? That would allow him a couple of hours of happiness before snatching it away again, and making him pay a fine.
"I applied for the job before any of this happened." Her eyes darted around the room, fixating on her shirt and various other garments, which had been thrown all over the floor. "I applied for it after me and Luka...things are different now." She finished moving towards him, she tried to get close but he pulled away. She tried to touch him but he winced. She looked down once again and walked away.
"Take the job," Carter announced as she walked away; she stopped abruptly, not looking back for a second, trying to register his harsh, angry words.
"What?" She asked in disbelief; her tone hurt but her volume rose.
"Take the god damn job Abby. Go to your little hide away. I mean this probably wouldn't have worked anyway."
"Why are you saying these things?" She asked, hurt and confused. She tried not to let it show, it was so out of character for her.
"Because, has it ever crossed your mind for one minute that from the day I told you I didn't want to be your friend I thought of nothing else. That I tortured myself day and night thinking about you. That thinking about you, no matter how painful, made me think about drugs less. I thought of nothing else Abby, and after breaking up with Luka and then last night, I foolishly began to think that you might have felt the same way-"
"I did-"
"Oh, but you just applied for jobs miles away-"
"I did that because, because it meant that if this didn't happen, if I was too late, I wouldn't have to put myself through it. That I would have something else to look forward to. Something to soak up some of the emptiness I felt. A fresh start, that is the reason" She stopped, feeling fully justified and looked up at Carter, pleading with her eyes for a response. Carter gently smoothed Abby's face with his hand but pulled away, as if frightened if he got too close he would hurt her. He then walked away. It seemed there was always an obstacle in their way. Always something that didn't let them finish what they had started and today was no exception. Abby stayed still for a moment, eyes stretching across her apartment, she could still smell Carter. She started to clean up, and erase every piece of evidence that could suggest the night they shared could end so badly.
Hospital
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Previously:
"OB nurse, Florida...right ok, I will" Carter put down the phone and stared at it in disbelief for a moment. What was going on? She was leaving, applying for jobs?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The question Abby had asked was still hanging in the air. Who was it? She had asked.
"It was Florida" Carter stumbled.
"Florida?" Abby laughed.
"I mean, you've got the job you applied for"
"Oh" Abby's grin was soon wiped off of her face. Carter looked at his feet, unable to deal with the confrontation that was coming. Why was his life the cruel prison it always seemed to be? That would allow him a couple of hours of happiness before snatching it away again, and making him pay a fine.
"I applied for the job before any of this happened." Her eyes darted around the room, fixating on her shirt and various other garments, which had been thrown all over the floor. "I applied for it after me and Luka...things are different now." She finished moving towards him, she tried to get close but he pulled away. She tried to touch him but he winced. She looked down once again and walked away.
"Take the job," Carter announced as she walked away; she stopped abruptly, not looking back for a second, trying to register his harsh, angry words.
"What?" She asked in disbelief; her tone hurt but her volume rose.
"Take the god damn job Abby. Go to your little hide away. I mean this probably wouldn't have worked anyway."
"Why are you saying these things?" She asked, hurt and confused. She tried not to let it show, it was so out of character for her.
"Because, has it ever crossed your mind for one minute that from the day I told you I didn't want to be your friend I thought of nothing else. That I tortured myself day and night thinking about you. That thinking about you, no matter how painful, made me think about drugs less. I thought of nothing else Abby, and after breaking up with Luka and then last night, I foolishly began to think that you might have felt the same way-"
"I did-"
"Oh, but you just applied for jobs miles away-"
"I did that because, because it meant that if this didn't happen, if I was too late, I wouldn't have to put myself through it. That I would have something else to look forward to. Something to soak up some of the emptiness I felt. A fresh start, that is the reason" She stopped, feeling fully justified and looked up at Carter, pleading with her eyes for a response. Carter gently smoothed Abby's face with his hand but pulled away, as if frightened if he got too close he would hurt her. He then walked away. It seemed there was always an obstacle in their way. Always something that didn't let them finish what they had started and today was no exception. Abby stayed still for a moment, eyes stretching across her apartment, she could still smell Carter. She started to clean up, and erase every piece of evidence that could suggest the night they shared could end so badly.
Hospital
