TWO WEEKS LATER
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John surveyed the interior of his new apartment. It wasn't as big as the other one, but certainly
nice. He walked into the living room, furnished with a black leather couch and love seat, as well
as a matching chair, and a large screen television, that he had purchased yesterday.
He had everything most people dreamed of, but he didn't have what he wanted--Abby Lockhart.
He took the elevator down to the ground floor and got in the Mercedes S-600 that Gamma had
given him. He tipped the valet man, as he sat behind the wheel, and put the sedan into gear,
heading for Manhattan General.
New York had proved no different than Chicago, maybe worse, except now he was boss. He was
the Weaver everyone had to listen to.
They had twelve major trauma's this morning, and nearly triple that in minors, withing the past
two hours. It was only two o'clock in the day.
"Dr. Carter to the Front Lobby."
He handed a young intern a clipboard as headed to the elevator.
As he emerged from the elevator on the ground floor of the hospital, he was speechless to see
Abby standing at the front desk.
"Abby." He said, running to her and gathering her in his arms, the looking into her eyes he kissed
her for what seemed like hours, as people stared, a few applauding.
"I missed you too much." She told him, "I had to come."
"I'm glad you did."
He kissed her again.
"Tell, Dr. Anderson, I need to leave, personal emergency. Tell him to cover." He told the nurse.
"Where are you going?" Abby asked with a seductive smile.
"We...are going back to the apartment-to talk, among other things."
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John surveyed the interior of his new apartment. It wasn't as big as the other one, but certainly
nice. He walked into the living room, furnished with a black leather couch and love seat, as well
as a matching chair, and a large screen television, that he had purchased yesterday.
He had everything most people dreamed of, but he didn't have what he wanted--Abby Lockhart.
He took the elevator down to the ground floor and got in the Mercedes S-600 that Gamma had
given him. He tipped the valet man, as he sat behind the wheel, and put the sedan into gear,
heading for Manhattan General.
New York had proved no different than Chicago, maybe worse, except now he was boss. He was
the Weaver everyone had to listen to.
They had twelve major trauma's this morning, and nearly triple that in minors, withing the past
two hours. It was only two o'clock in the day.
"Dr. Carter to the Front Lobby."
He handed a young intern a clipboard as headed to the elevator.
As he emerged from the elevator on the ground floor of the hospital, he was speechless to see
Abby standing at the front desk.
"Abby." He said, running to her and gathering her in his arms, the looking into her eyes he kissed
her for what seemed like hours, as people stared, a few applauding.
"I missed you too much." She told him, "I had to come."
"I'm glad you did."
He kissed her again.
"Tell, Dr. Anderson, I need to leave, personal emergency. Tell him to cover." He told the nurse.
"Where are you going?" Abby asked with a seductive smile.
"We...are going back to the apartment-to talk, among other things."