Author Notes: Yeah, bad title I know! I was bored last night so I decided to write this.
Excuse the grammar mistakes.
Spoilers: Through, 'I'll Be Home For Christmas'
Disclaimer: I've completed my 3 years of therapy, and I've come realization that these
characters aren't mine. There (c) WB/NBC
Abby's POV:
I jogged up to towards roof, I needed some time to myself. I wanted to go home crawl
under the covers and cry, but I was on for another two hours. The woman I had been
treating had just died, I had told her son to come
say good-bye to her. He was flying in from California, I had to tell him his mother had died,
and he wouldn't get to say good-bye.
You'd think after doing this for so long it wouldn't be that hard, you'd get immune to it.
I think some people do. But I still feel like I'm going to cry every time someone dies.
Then there was the man, he had seven kids and had just been diagnosed with cancer. Things
didn't look good for him. Of coarse I had
to deal with the kids while Luka talked to the mother.
Luka....
I'm worried about him. He's still trying to save everyone. You think he would have learned
after Nicole.
Carter says I'm still hung up on him. I'm not. I just care about him, I may not be in love with him but he's a nice guy..
And I don't want to see him get hurt.
I finally reach the roof, I open the door, the cold win whips across my face. It stings but I
don't care. I wrap my not-very-warm jacket
tighter around my body, that helps a little. I go and look out at the view. My mind wonders
to Carter. He's with Susan now.. But I'm not
jealous. I'm happy for him. But I wonder why I can't seem to move on. I still think about him
everyday. I think about what could have
happened if I had been nicer that night when we had our 'discussion' by the lake. If I hadn't
been so sarcastic. Plus I lied, and he knew.
I said that I broke up with Luka.. Luka broke up with ME. I hold back the tears, I try and
tell myself that I shouldn't be crying.
If I cry now I'll never be able compose myself to go back in there.
I hear the door open behind me but I don't look up, I know who it is. I really don't want to
talk to him right now.
"Hi."
"Hi yourself." I force a smile, but I can tell he knows it's not real.
"Are you okay?" If anyone else had asked that it would have meant nothing. I would have
just forced a smile and said 'fine'.
But with him I couldn't. I was afraid if I said anything I'd start crying. So I just said nothing,
and focused my eyes on the view.
"C'mon Abby. You'll feel better if you talk." He put his arm on my shoulder. His touch
makes me break down.
The tears start rolling down my cheeks, "I-I'm sorry.." I manage to stutter out. He laughs a
little and puts his arm around me, at first I
resist but then I just relax. "Sorry for what? Crying?" he began stroking and playing with my
hair.
I shake my head softly, "For.. that day by the river.. I didn't mean to-" he lifted up my chin
so my eyes were looking into his. If he only knew how much his touch was teasing me. He
cocked his head slightly as if to ask if he could kiss me. I'm quite suprised by this, and I'm
hoping it doesn't show on my face. I started thinking about Susan, had they broken up? Was
he 'cheating' on
her? Then he leaned in and kissed me, I have kissed a ton of men. But nothing ever felt like
that. It felt like 100 volts of electricity were
shooting through my body. I broke it off and looked at him,
"Susan..?"
"We broke up." I try to keep the grin from spreading across my face but I fail miserably. He
gives me a knowing look, and then leans
in and kisses me again.
Suddenly I feel like everything's going to be okay.
Excuse the grammar mistakes.
Spoilers: Through, 'I'll Be Home For Christmas'
Disclaimer: I've completed my 3 years of therapy, and I've come realization that these
characters aren't mine. There (c) WB/NBC
Abby's POV:
I jogged up to towards roof, I needed some time to myself. I wanted to go home crawl
under the covers and cry, but I was on for another two hours. The woman I had been
treating had just died, I had told her son to come
say good-bye to her. He was flying in from California, I had to tell him his mother had died,
and he wouldn't get to say good-bye.
You'd think after doing this for so long it wouldn't be that hard, you'd get immune to it.
I think some people do. But I still feel like I'm going to cry every time someone dies.
Then there was the man, he had seven kids and had just been diagnosed with cancer. Things
didn't look good for him. Of coarse I had
to deal with the kids while Luka talked to the mother.
Luka....
I'm worried about him. He's still trying to save everyone. You think he would have learned
after Nicole.
Carter says I'm still hung up on him. I'm not. I just care about him, I may not be in love with him but he's a nice guy..
And I don't want to see him get hurt.
I finally reach the roof, I open the door, the cold win whips across my face. It stings but I
don't care. I wrap my not-very-warm jacket
tighter around my body, that helps a little. I go and look out at the view. My mind wonders
to Carter. He's with Susan now.. But I'm not
jealous. I'm happy for him. But I wonder why I can't seem to move on. I still think about him
everyday. I think about what could have
happened if I had been nicer that night when we had our 'discussion' by the lake. If I hadn't
been so sarcastic. Plus I lied, and he knew.
I said that I broke up with Luka.. Luka broke up with ME. I hold back the tears, I try and
tell myself that I shouldn't be crying.
If I cry now I'll never be able compose myself to go back in there.
I hear the door open behind me but I don't look up, I know who it is. I really don't want to
talk to him right now.
"Hi."
"Hi yourself." I force a smile, but I can tell he knows it's not real.
"Are you okay?" If anyone else had asked that it would have meant nothing. I would have
just forced a smile and said 'fine'.
But with him I couldn't. I was afraid if I said anything I'd start crying. So I just said nothing,
and focused my eyes on the view.
"C'mon Abby. You'll feel better if you talk." He put his arm on my shoulder. His touch
makes me break down.
The tears start rolling down my cheeks, "I-I'm sorry.." I manage to stutter out. He laughs a
little and puts his arm around me, at first I
resist but then I just relax. "Sorry for what? Crying?" he began stroking and playing with my
hair.
I shake my head softly, "For.. that day by the river.. I didn't mean to-" he lifted up my chin
so my eyes were looking into his. If he only knew how much his touch was teasing me. He
cocked his head slightly as if to ask if he could kiss me. I'm quite suprised by this, and I'm
hoping it doesn't show on my face. I started thinking about Susan, had they broken up? Was
he 'cheating' on
her? Then he leaned in and kissed me, I have kissed a ton of men. But nothing ever felt like
that. It felt like 100 volts of electricity were
shooting through my body. I broke it off and looked at him,
"Susan..?"
"We broke up." I try to keep the grin from spreading across my face but I fail miserably. He
gives me a knowing look, and then leans
in and kisses me again.
Suddenly I feel like everything's going to be okay.
