Okay, here's the third part. I was just kidding earlier when I said it was the final chapter. My sister fell in love with the story and told me I had to write more. Hope you enjoy. I posted the second part this morning so I hope you read it. The story in it's entirety will be posted on my website at some point today, minus my rambling. I hope you'll check it out because I'm adding something special to the version for the site. http://www.geocities.com/incognito0686. The song featured is called "I Look At You" and it was written by me. It pertains to the entire story as a whole, and not just this chapter, but this was the first time I actually had a good space to put it. Once again, I hope you enjoy the story.

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The next two weeks went by extremely slow for Abby. She made herself busy at the hospital to compensate for the fact that she was lonely everywhere else. When she did go home, she couldn't sleep, and spent many nights switching channels on the television or trying to find anything else to do. One night she decided to clean her entire apartment. She was cleaning through her living room when she discovered a tape wedged between her TV and the space behind it. She pulled it out and realized it was "When Harry Met Sally."

"God." She thought to herself. "I must've forgotten to take it back. Great, now I'll be paying late fees for the rest of my life."

Having nothing else to do, however, she popped the tape into her VCR and started to watch the movie. By the time it got to the part where Harry confessed he was in love with Sally, Abby was bawling. She had never cried during this movie before, but somehow due to recent events in her life, it upset her this time. She looked at her watch and realized it was almost one o'clock in the morning. Her shift started at 8 the next morning so she went in and lay down on her bed, even if she wasn't going to sleep.

As she lay there, she thought of Carter for the millionth time. He had been on her mind constantly for the past two weeks. He was the reason she hadn't been getting any sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, staring down at her, begging for an explanation. She couldn't go on living like this. She swung her legs out of the bed and walked towards her kitchen. She started rummaging through cabinets and finally found what she was looking for. She grabbed the bottle and sat it on her kitchen table. She sat down in front of it and just looked at it. How could something no more than a piece of glass with a clear liquid in it be her biggest enemy?



Carter had just gotten home at 12 from a twelve hour shift. He was physically exhausted, but he knew there was no way he could sleep. He kept seeing her face. Full of hurt, anger, and fear all at the same time. He nearly died every time he saw that image in his head. Why did he have to love her so much? It was bad enough he had had to explain to Susan that their relationship was never going to work. He sacrificed it for Abby.

He crawled into his bed and was staring at the ceiling when his phone rang. He looked at his clock and realized it was almost 1:30. Wondering who it could possible be, he looked at the caller ID. Recognizing the number, he quickly answered the phone.

"Abby?"

"John." As soon as she spoke, Carter knew there was something horribly wrong.

"Abby, what's the matter?" He asked concerned.

"I.I." Abby started to say, but couldn't finish.

"I'll be right over." Carter said and rolled out of bed and started to pull clothes on.

"Thank you." Abby softly whispered before hanging up the phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Carter was gently knocking on her door. After a few moments, the door slowly opened and Carter walked in. The first thing he noticed was how bad Abby looked. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. He looked around the apartment until his eyes fell on something sitting on the kitchen table.

"Abby," Carter said cautiously. "Please don't let that be what I think it is."

"I couldn't bring myself to do it." Abby said, ashamed, and hung her head. "I just sat and stared at the bottle. I couldn't stand it anymore and I just wanted it all to stop. But I couldn't bring myself to do it."

After Abby got this out, she started to cry. She tried to turn away and hide from John before he could see her tears, but she was too weak and tired. She had her hand over mouth still trying to stifle her cries, but she just broke down.

"Abby, don't torture yourself. It's okay to cry." John said, trying to comfort her. He tried to reach out to her, but she took a step out of his reach. He took another step closer to her and she couldn't resist any longer and before she knew it, she was wrapped in his arms and still sobbing. They stayed like that for almost ten minutes before Abby broke away.

"I'm sorry to have called you so late. I know you must have been asleep. I held the phone trying to decide whether or not to do it and before I really knew what I was doing, you were answering the phone." Abby started rambling in attempts to ease the awkwardness of the situation. She went and sat down on her sofa and John came and sat down next to her.

"I wasn't asleep. Besides, I don't want you to do anything you'll regret. I do care about you Abby, even if you don't want to believe anyone does." John said calmly. "And I don't feel sorry for you because of your so-called horrible life, or having to put up with your mother, or Richard, or even Luka for that matter. You need to do things for yourself, something that will make you happy."

Carter said this and then started to stand up and walk towards the door.

"Please don't go." Abby pleaded and turned towards Carter. "Just stay for a little while. Please."

Carter couldn't look at her face and say no so he went and sat back down on the sofa.

"Thank you, John." Abby whispered. Her eyes felt so heavy, and she had to shut them. She stretched out on the sofa and was soon asleep. Carter went into Abby's room and grabbed the quilt off of her bed. He brought it back into the living room and stretched it out over Abby's body.

"Good night, Abby." John said softly. He watched her sleeping peacefully for a few minutes before slipping out the front door. When he reached his own apartment, it was 3:30 am and he groggily got into his own bed and for the first time in weeks, had a decent night's sleep.

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When it seems like nothing's going my way

And I don't know how to face another day

You break into my thoughts and I have to say

I look at you

When times are tough and troubles fill the sky

And I don't know how I'm gonna survive

You break into my thoughts and I wonder why

I look at you

It seems so simple, just to say it like that

Maybe if I keep telling myself it will make it a fact

My friends say I'm crazy not to tell you how I feel

But when I work up the courage, it never seems real

I'm drowning in sorrow and I don't know how to get out

But then I look at you

Maybe someday you'll feel the same emotion

When you open your eyes you'll see my devotion

Until then, however, it will remain a secret

Locked in my heart is where I'll keep it

If I look into your eyes, I know that I'll tell

They turn me to jelly and then I just melt

These feelings are ones that I've never felt

You break into my thoughts in my personal hell

And I look at you

So what should I do now, I've resorted to asking you

I've tried everything else, but I still don't know what to do

The hurting will stop if you just say it's not true

You keep breaking into my thoughts and I don't know what to do.

Please just make it stop.

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Okay, there will be a fourth part, for all of you who were disappointed to see this chapter end. I will not say when the last chapter will be, because I am really getting into this series. I hope you enjoyed the song as well as the story. PLEASE REVIEW!