OK, just a short story I thought up. What if...Luka had come to Abby's apartment and found her after Brian attacked her. I want to get back into a good flow so I can continue with my other story. I haven't posted anything for a looooooong time. This is an Abby/Luka fic cause I think they make a great couple.
Saving Abby
Luka put the last stitch in and clipped off the end. "There, we'll give you some painkillers and crutches. You have to stay off that foot." He'd had a good look at the man's chart earlier, there wasn't much of a chance of him following Doctor's orders.
"Yeah, yeah." he groused nonchalantly. Luka sighed and pushed the curtain aside.
"Excuse me, can you discharge Mr. Sedar?" he asked a passing nurse. She gave him a bright smile and added the chart to her small pile. He wondered how she managed to stay so bright with so much work. It was time for a much deserved coffee break, keeping his head down he darted for the lounge.
He was exhausted, he had been on call all night after working a shift the day before. The only reason he was here was because half the staff had left suffering from stomach upsets due to a batch of innocent looking bagels.
He felt uneasy about Abby, the woman she had treated for domestic abuse had lived nearby. Sipping rejuvenating coffee he thought hard about their conversation. Brian and his abused wife lived next door to her.
"Hey," said a voice making him jump and splash hot coffee on his hand and pristine white sleeve. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that." Susan apologised.
"It's OK."
"Luka? Are you feeling alright?" She came closer and looked at him as if she was inspecting a nasty cut or a rash, scrutinising his expression.
"Actually..."
"Oh no. You didn't eat the bagels did you?" Her face had fallen and her eyes begged him to say no. She looked exhausted
"No," he chuckled, "I'm just tired." She collapsed next to him nursing a cup of black coffee.
"Tell me about it." She closed her eyes for a second, exhaustion showing in her lack of smart comments and familiar smile. "You look a little worried." She commented.
"Actually, I am." She sat up looking concerned. "I'm worried about Abby." That was an understatement, he looked a little more than worried.
"Oh. Why don't you take a break. Go and see her." Luka could tell that Susan's offer was just courtesy, she was as exhausted as he was. Feeling guilty he shrugged off his white coat.
"You have to come back though." Was her desperate parting comment.
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Abby had to take a moment to remember what had happened. She tried to set the chain of events in a logical order. Brian had turned up meek and apologetic, wanting help. He had pestered her, probing gently for a break in her defenses that would reveal where Joyce was.
Then what? She had turned him away, barely restraining her anger. Then he had come back, smashing her door open and delivering a similar treatment to her face. That explained the pain. Abby touched her nose and winced. The blood made her fingers slick, the kettle was screaming even louder. She must have been unconscious.
Several things hit her at once. The door was still open. Brian could come back, or he could be in her apartment right now.
With slow, jerky movements she pushed herself onto her knees. Everything swam and blackness began to hedge her vision. She breathed deeply and tried to stand up. A sharp rap at the door panicked her, colours buzzed in front of her eyes. She sat back down and pulled the phone towards her. Her eyes glued to the door.
"Abby?" The blood was pounding in her ears and the voice was almost unrecognisable.
"Who..." she swallowed and forced the quaver from her voice. "Who is it?" She didn't sound any more confident.
"It's Luka." He pushed the door wider, taking in the spattering of blood and her shaking figure pressed against the wall.
"Abby? What happened?" He came to her side and it was perfectly obvious he knew what had taken place.
"Brian. He..." She hated sounding so weak and vulnerable. Luka put an arm around her waist and helped her off the floor.
"I'm taking you to County." Abby stood in the doorway shaking her head and swaying a little.
"No, Luka don't. I'm fine." He raised his eyebrows. "Really." She added with a small smile that came out more like a grimace. He went over to the stove and turned it off, pouring away the water from the kettle.
"I don't need this." Abby tried to argue. He held her firmly round the middle and she shrugged him off.
"Yes you do," countered Luka with as much determination in his voice as there was in hers. She let go of the door frame to face him and he punctuated his statement by catching her as she fell. He escorted her to the door and draped his coat over her while she slipped on her shoes.
"I'm fine, honestly." She tried. Her words slurred and she blacked out.
"Oh really." Luka swung her up into his arms and closed the door behind him.
OK, that's not the best thing I've ever written. Review and e-mail me with your suggestions of how I can improve. Do you guys want a sequel?
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