Thank you all for your reviews, positive and negative. This chapter is the real start of the carby because there is some real friction between Carter and Abby (as you will read). I hope you enjoy the story, but if you don't, that's okay too. Once again, thanks for reviewing. Email me at [1]incognito0686@yahoo.com if you have any other comments.
Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters on ER. If I did, however, I'd have first dibs on Carter, but then he'd go to Abby (of course).
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Walking up the familiar steps to her apartment was a little bit difficult for Abby. When she got to her front door, she quickly unlocked the door, stepped in, and locked it again quickly, being sure to put the deadbolt on too. Being cautious, Abby gave a short glance around the apartment. This was the first time she had been back since her attack. Knowing that Brian was in jail made her feel a little better, but she still was not one hundred percent reassured.
She set her coat on her dining room table and walked into her bedroom. She pulled a small suitcase out of her closet and put a few changes of clothes and other necessities in it. In twenty minutes, she was ready to go. After making sure she had her wallet, she gathered the suitcase and walked back out the front door.
Since she had called as she was leaving Susan's apartment to make a reservation, when she arrived at the hotel a half an hour later, she quickly checked in and then went up to her room. She set the suitcase down inside the door and sighed as she locked the door. She decided to try to get some sleep since she had nothing else to do. She changed into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt and crawled into the neatly made bed. It only took a couple minutes before she was sleeping soundly.
A few hours later, she was awoken by a soft knocking on her door. Rolling out of the soft bed, Abby slowly made her way to the door and after looking through the peephole, opened the door.
"Hey." John Carter's sympathetic smile greeted her.
"Hi."
"I thought you might be hungry and so I stopped and brought you some Chinese food." Carter said, as Abby noticed the bags in his arms.
"Oh thanks. Come on in." Abby held the door open as the man walked in.
"I know you obviously didn't want visitors. It took me fifteen minutes to convince the guy downstairs to tell me what room you were in. He tried calling you to see if it was okay, but you didn't pick up the phone." John explained and put the bags on the closest table.
"Sorry about that. I was asleep." Abby responded, trying to hold back a yawn.
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"No, it's okay. I needed to get up anyway, even though I don't really have any other big plans."
"Well then come and enjoy a hot meal. I got pretty much everything."
"You shouldn't have done this. I'm not really that hungry. I could have ordered room service if I got hungry."
"Try to eat something. It'll make you feel better." John persuaded.
"Yes, doctor." Abby said sarcastically and rolled her eyes, but did put together a small plate of food and attempted to eat.
"See, don't you feel better?" Carter said after watching her for a few minutes.
"Hmm." Abby responded while picking at her food. "I'm sorry, I really just don't have an appetite."
"You don't need to apologize. It's okay. You can just leave it out in case you get hungry later." Carter gave another small smile.
"Did you have a shift today?" Abby asked trying to break the awkward silence.
"No, but I ran in there for a couple minutes for something."
"I'm trying to decide when to come back. I don't want to be cooped up in here for the rest of my life."
"Don't try to rush it. Take your time. Kerry's lenient about things like that."
"I know. I just need something to keep myself busy."
"Right." Abby could sense there was something John wanted to say, but was holding back.
"I looked at your chart today." Carter finally admitted.
"Oh." Was all Abby could say.
"I noticed something interesting, which no one else seemed to catch." John said, looking down. Abby didn't respond, but shut her eyes instead. "Your blood alcohol level was pretty high."
Abby still didn't reply and didn't look at Carter.
"Abby? Abby...? Have you started drinking again?" John asked after a moment of trying to come up with the right way to phrase the question.
"You know what. I'm pretty tired. I think you should go." Abby said, changing the subject.
"No. Answer my question." John said annoyed.
"Carter..."
"No, I'm not leaving." John said forcefully. "How long have you been doing this?"
"It's under control. I don't need you lecturing me." Abby rebutted.
"Abby. We both know that you shouldn't be doing this to yourself. You're throwing your life away."
"I really think you should leave." Abby said strongly and opened the door to her room and held it open.
"Fine. You know what, just fucking fine." Carter stormed out of the room and down the hallway. Abby forcefully shut the door, but winced as the loud noise echoed through the room. She walked over to her purse and pulled out a contained of Tylenol. She pour two caplets into her hand and put the container back in her purse. She poured herself a glass of water and swallowed the two pills. After pouring out the rest of the water, Abby climbed back into the bed and pulled the covers up around her face. She forced Carter's words out of her head and closed her eyes.
References
1. mailto:incognito0686@yahoo.com
Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters on ER. If I did, however, I'd have first dibs on Carter, but then he'd go to Abby (of course).
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Walking up the familiar steps to her apartment was a little bit difficult for Abby. When she got to her front door, she quickly unlocked the door, stepped in, and locked it again quickly, being sure to put the deadbolt on too. Being cautious, Abby gave a short glance around the apartment. This was the first time she had been back since her attack. Knowing that Brian was in jail made her feel a little better, but she still was not one hundred percent reassured.
She set her coat on her dining room table and walked into her bedroom. She pulled a small suitcase out of her closet and put a few changes of clothes and other necessities in it. In twenty minutes, she was ready to go. After making sure she had her wallet, she gathered the suitcase and walked back out the front door.
Since she had called as she was leaving Susan's apartment to make a reservation, when she arrived at the hotel a half an hour later, she quickly checked in and then went up to her room. She set the suitcase down inside the door and sighed as she locked the door. She decided to try to get some sleep since she had nothing else to do. She changed into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt and crawled into the neatly made bed. It only took a couple minutes before she was sleeping soundly.
A few hours later, she was awoken by a soft knocking on her door. Rolling out of the soft bed, Abby slowly made her way to the door and after looking through the peephole, opened the door.
"Hey." John Carter's sympathetic smile greeted her.
"Hi."
"I thought you might be hungry and so I stopped and brought you some Chinese food." Carter said, as Abby noticed the bags in his arms.
"Oh thanks. Come on in." Abby held the door open as the man walked in.
"I know you obviously didn't want visitors. It took me fifteen minutes to convince the guy downstairs to tell me what room you were in. He tried calling you to see if it was okay, but you didn't pick up the phone." John explained and put the bags on the closest table.
"Sorry about that. I was asleep." Abby responded, trying to hold back a yawn.
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"No, it's okay. I needed to get up anyway, even though I don't really have any other big plans."
"Well then come and enjoy a hot meal. I got pretty much everything."
"You shouldn't have done this. I'm not really that hungry. I could have ordered room service if I got hungry."
"Try to eat something. It'll make you feel better." John persuaded.
"Yes, doctor." Abby said sarcastically and rolled her eyes, but did put together a small plate of food and attempted to eat.
"See, don't you feel better?" Carter said after watching her for a few minutes.
"Hmm." Abby responded while picking at her food. "I'm sorry, I really just don't have an appetite."
"You don't need to apologize. It's okay. You can just leave it out in case you get hungry later." Carter gave another small smile.
"Did you have a shift today?" Abby asked trying to break the awkward silence.
"No, but I ran in there for a couple minutes for something."
"I'm trying to decide when to come back. I don't want to be cooped up in here for the rest of my life."
"Don't try to rush it. Take your time. Kerry's lenient about things like that."
"I know. I just need something to keep myself busy."
"Right." Abby could sense there was something John wanted to say, but was holding back.
"I looked at your chart today." Carter finally admitted.
"Oh." Was all Abby could say.
"I noticed something interesting, which no one else seemed to catch." John said, looking down. Abby didn't respond, but shut her eyes instead. "Your blood alcohol level was pretty high."
Abby still didn't reply and didn't look at Carter.
"Abby? Abby...? Have you started drinking again?" John asked after a moment of trying to come up with the right way to phrase the question.
"You know what. I'm pretty tired. I think you should go." Abby said, changing the subject.
"No. Answer my question." John said annoyed.
"Carter..."
"No, I'm not leaving." John said forcefully. "How long have you been doing this?"
"It's under control. I don't need you lecturing me." Abby rebutted.
"Abby. We both know that you shouldn't be doing this to yourself. You're throwing your life away."
"I really think you should leave." Abby said strongly and opened the door to her room and held it open.
"Fine. You know what, just fucking fine." Carter stormed out of the room and down the hallway. Abby forcefully shut the door, but winced as the loud noise echoed through the room. She walked over to her purse and pulled out a contained of Tylenol. She pour two caplets into her hand and put the container back in her purse. She poured herself a glass of water and swallowed the two pills. After pouring out the rest of the water, Abby climbed back into the bed and pulled the covers up around her face. She forced Carter's words out of her head and closed her eyes.
References
1. mailto:incognito0686@yahoo.com