Title - One Day
Author - no_1gal@hotmail.com
Summary - When Abby returns after leaving for four years, she returns to find the ER holds a few surprises but then, she has her own surprises.
Disclaimer - None of the characters belong to me and I'm making no money by writing this.
Author's Notes - Thanks to all who read this. If anyone is up to being my beta then please contact me as I would like to improve in my writing. Thanx!
Part One -
John Carter stared at the envelope he held in his two hands. He knew who it was from. He also knew that it was unlikely to ever be read. Or opened. His life now was like a dream. He was married and they were talking about trying for children. They were the perfect family. He loved his wife and she loved him as well. He could say that he was finally happy.
He placed the letter down on the kitchen counter. After taking a second more to watch it, he opened the small bin with his foot and through the envelope in.
"John. John honey I'm home." Ah, his wife was home. He walked toward the kitchen door with a grin on his face. They had been married for just over a year and a half. He lived in a detached house in the centre of Chicago. He lived there with his family and had done for the past two years.
"Hey, I'm in here," He answered her opening the door. She met him on the other side with just as big a grin plastered on her face. After sharing a quick hug he continued. "So how was your day?" She groaned.
"Oh, about as good as that film we went to see last week." He laughed out load at that. It had been awful. Something to do with death. Soul Surfers. No, Soul Survivors. That was it. Load of crap.
"What happened?" His voice was filled with love and concern. It wasn't easy to work at a hospital. Especially County General. Luckily, he had only had a half shift that day so he had arrived home at two.
"We lost a patient. Committed suicide before anyone had even seen him. Hung himself." Tears filled her eyes as she spoke. John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. No one in the ER got on with his wife. Not even Susan or Kerry. Susan said that he shouldn't have married someone he didn't really love but what choice did he have. His life couldn't just stop because of her.
Four years ago she had just up and left him. Okay, well they hadn't really been dating but near enough. Of course, she did have a very good reason but he could have helped her. They could have got through it together. As a couple. Instead, she had gone off to deal with it on her own, without telling anyone except Susan.
Abby Lockhart had broken his heart. She had left him with nothing. He had got over her and he didn't look back. Her reason was that she had to get over what had happened. Susan and Pratt had both stayed, so why did she have to leave? He had known she maay be gone a while but he had always thought she would come back. Well, until two years ago. She has written to him every month for the past four years telling him what is happening in her life. Wishing him well and hoping he is doing okay. Never once has he answered. She doesn't know anything about his knew wife, Louise. Susan said she would keep in contact with Abby but he and Susan had become distanced from each other ever since his marriage.
Two years ago, Abby had written to him telling of how she didn't think she would be back. She had wanted him to move to England. She had wanted him to move for her. To be with her and her two children. She had a boy and a girl. Twins. She wanted him to look after another mans children. Never. If Abby was happy in England then that was fine with him. He was happy in Chicago. They could be happy apart.
The event that had caused this had happened so long ago but it was still so fresh in his mind. It had happened one month after the Lockdown. Abby and he had spent the night together. They had never spoken about it. Every time he got round to seeing her, she had made an excuse and quickly left. One of those times had led to the most horrific day in the ER history. The day they had lost two close friends.
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Hey! So, what you think? Good? Bad? Terrible? Worth writing more? Please tell me. I will post more if you want it.
Thanx,
Gillian
Author - no_1gal@hotmail.com
Summary - When Abby returns after leaving for four years, she returns to find the ER holds a few surprises but then, she has her own surprises.
Disclaimer - None of the characters belong to me and I'm making no money by writing this.
Author's Notes - Thanks to all who read this. If anyone is up to being my beta then please contact me as I would like to improve in my writing. Thanx!
Part One -
John Carter stared at the envelope he held in his two hands. He knew who it was from. He also knew that it was unlikely to ever be read. Or opened. His life now was like a dream. He was married and they were talking about trying for children. They were the perfect family. He loved his wife and she loved him as well. He could say that he was finally happy.
He placed the letter down on the kitchen counter. After taking a second more to watch it, he opened the small bin with his foot and through the envelope in.
"John. John honey I'm home." Ah, his wife was home. He walked toward the kitchen door with a grin on his face. They had been married for just over a year and a half. He lived in a detached house in the centre of Chicago. He lived there with his family and had done for the past two years.
"Hey, I'm in here," He answered her opening the door. She met him on the other side with just as big a grin plastered on her face. After sharing a quick hug he continued. "So how was your day?" She groaned.
"Oh, about as good as that film we went to see last week." He laughed out load at that. It had been awful. Something to do with death. Soul Surfers. No, Soul Survivors. That was it. Load of crap.
"What happened?" His voice was filled with love and concern. It wasn't easy to work at a hospital. Especially County General. Luckily, he had only had a half shift that day so he had arrived home at two.
"We lost a patient. Committed suicide before anyone had even seen him. Hung himself." Tears filled her eyes as she spoke. John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. No one in the ER got on with his wife. Not even Susan or Kerry. Susan said that he shouldn't have married someone he didn't really love but what choice did he have. His life couldn't just stop because of her.
Four years ago she had just up and left him. Okay, well they hadn't really been dating but near enough. Of course, she did have a very good reason but he could have helped her. They could have got through it together. As a couple. Instead, she had gone off to deal with it on her own, without telling anyone except Susan.
Abby Lockhart had broken his heart. She had left him with nothing. He had got over her and he didn't look back. Her reason was that she had to get over what had happened. Susan and Pratt had both stayed, so why did she have to leave? He had known she maay be gone a while but he had always thought she would come back. Well, until two years ago. She has written to him every month for the past four years telling him what is happening in her life. Wishing him well and hoping he is doing okay. Never once has he answered. She doesn't know anything about his knew wife, Louise. Susan said she would keep in contact with Abby but he and Susan had become distanced from each other ever since his marriage.
Two years ago, Abby had written to him telling of how she didn't think she would be back. She had wanted him to move to England. She had wanted him to move for her. To be with her and her two children. She had a boy and a girl. Twins. She wanted him to look after another mans children. Never. If Abby was happy in England then that was fine with him. He was happy in Chicago. They could be happy apart.
The event that had caused this had happened so long ago but it was still so fresh in his mind. It had happened one month after the Lockdown. Abby and he had spent the night together. They had never spoken about it. Every time he got round to seeing her, she had made an excuse and quickly left. One of those times had led to the most horrific day in the ER history. The day they had lost two close friends.
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Hey! So, what you think? Good? Bad? Terrible? Worth writing more? Please tell me. I will post more if you want it.
Thanx,
Gillian