Mary
PART 2
Chicago
Friday
8:10 am
"Oh come on, guys!"
Carter yelled at the long row of cars that were standing in front of his, all stuck in traffic. Like him. He angrily honked twice, then gave up and risked a nervous look at his watch. 8:10 am and he was stuck here with his Jeep. Weaver would kill him. If there was one thing she really hated, it were late co-workers that weren't there on time. And he was already 40 minutes late. She wouldn't be amused. Not at all. Carter looked out of the window to his right and sighed. Traffic in both directions. A long row of cars in front of him and another one behind him. And he was stuck inbetween. Additionally, as if his situation hadn't been bad enough, he noticed that he had left his mobile phone at home, so there was no way he could inform the ER and Kerry. Great. Great. Great.
"John Carter, " he told himself, "Mark this date on your calendar. It's going to be the end of your career as a doctor at the County General."
He heard one of the drivers of the cars behind him honking and looked in his rear-view mirror.
"What the hell you think I'm doing here?! Waiting here just for fun or what?! Geez!!" Carter sweared, raising his hands.
"Calm down, calm down", he said to himself and turned the radio on. Maybe this would help him to relax a bit. He laughed. As if this was possible.
General County Hospital
Chicago
Emergency Room
8:13 am
"Why am I doing this? Can someone please tell me why I am doing this?" Abby arrived at the admit desk, swearing. Angrily, she threw a chart on the desk.
Jing Mei who was standing next to her, signing some reports, smiled.
"Maybe because you love this well-paid job, the crazy patients who yell at you, insult you, discriminate you and vomit on your shoes, the long shifts, egocentric colleagues…"
"Okay, okay", Abby raised her hand.
"Thank you. Sometimes I need to be reminded of the reasons I love this job", she sighed.
Jing Mei nodded.
"Know what you mean."
Abby took a sip of her coffee she'd left at the admit desk some time ago. It was cold and tasted horrible but at least, it was coffee.
"Great. Then would you mind having a look at Mr Lazarre in curtain 3? He wants a doctor to take his temperature."
Jing Mei had to laugh.
"What? Why doesn't he want you to take it?"
Abby placed her mug back on the desk.
"He thinks I manipulate the temperature. All nurses do that, you know."
Jing Mei bursted out laughing and shook her head.
"Oh my god. That's not true, is it?"
"It is", Abby confirmed, grinning.
"Oh dear. That's not a case for a normal doctor but a psychiatrist."
"Want me to call one?", Abby smirked.
"No, I'll have a look at him, first." Jing Mei took the chart Abby had thrown on the desk and got up while Abby herself searched for a new one.
"Don't say I didn't warn you", she remarked as she watched Jing Mei leaving down the hall. Then she moved towards Randi who was sitting at the computer.
"Randi? Wasn't Carter said to be on today?"
Randi looked into her files, then back at Abby.
"Actually yes. But he hasn't arrived, yet", she mumbled while chewing her chewing gum.
Abby had a look at her watch. 8:20 am.
"He's 50 minutes late. Did you try to get him on the pager?"
"Hey, if he's late, he's late. That's his business, not mine. Can't call anyone who's late. I've some other things to do", Ranid replied, spitting out her gum into the garbage.
Abby let out a sigh and picked up the phone to contact Carter via his pager. It seemed strange to her that he was that late and hadn't left a message for the ER. And besides, she couldn't remember he had ever been 50 minutes late. He was one of the less staff members who always arrived on time for work. She dialled his number and waited for a few minutes but when he didn't call back, she decided to call him on his mobile phone. She easily remembered his number. It was on of the few numbers she could always remember.
Abby waited again but only got his answering machine. She hang up and Randi turned her head towards Abby.
"Can't reach him?"
Abby shook her head.
"No. That's weird. Neither got him via his mobile phone nor the pager." She began to worry. It was not carter-like to be late AND not to take his pager or at least his mobile phone with him.
"Maybe he's still at home?", Randi suggested.
Abby bit her lip nervously. If Kerry would find out about it, she'd kill him.
"At home? Yeah, maybe."
So she picked up the phone again and tried to reach him at home but the only thing she could reach was the answering machine, telling her that he was at work. "But he isn't", Abby thought.
Chicago
8:30 am
One hour. He was roughly one hour too late. Weaver wouldn't only kill him, no, she'd also feed his bones to the sharks at the zoo. Anyway, he didn't want to arrive even later, so he drove fast. Too fast but he'd to make up some time he'd lost while being stuck in traffic. Gripping his hands stronger around the steering wheel, he sighed. This was definitely not his day. When he'd got up and wanted to have a shower, he had got nothing but cold water, his toaster had somehow set itself on fire, he had forgotten his mobile phone at home and last but not least, he had been stuck in traffic for more than half an hour. Even the radio stations seemed to have formed a conspiracy against him and were playing songs he absolutely hated. Carter zapped through the different stations while keeping his eyes fixed on the road and finally found one that was playing an old Stones song. So he decided to stay on this channel.
This ruined day perfectly fit into the past ruined week and the past month. It seemed to him that everything that could have gone wrong, finally went wrong. It had started with Mark's death, then he'd found out about Abby's relapse and finally, he had almost infected himself with smallpox and Abby had told him their kiss didn't mean much to her. What else was waiting for him? And above all, how could he just go on after his last encounter with Abby? Carter didn't know how they could just be friends again after all that had happened. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't know how. Right now, he wasn't sure whether he would like to be her friend. Just her friend. But to throw away everything they had?
He tried to focus on the road and drove a bit faster. Just a few minutes and he'd be at the ER.
Chicago General Hospital
Chicago
Emergency Room
8:40 am
"Hey Abby. Have you seen Carter? I've one of his former patients here and gotta ask him something. Can't find him anywhere", Susan Lewis asked Abby as she passed by the admit desk. Abby hang up the phone and shrugged her shoulders.
"He's not here."
Susan stopped by and leant over the desk.
"Not here? Where's he?"
"Don't know. He should have been here an hour ago. Cannot contact him, either."
"Now that's weird."
"You can say that again", Abby stressed, picked up the phone again and dialled his number for about the 50th time. She really began to worry about him. Being late was one thing but not leaving a message for the ER was a different thing. Abby felt a strange and uncomfortable feeling coming up. A feeling that something had happened. It scared her she felt terrible. While holding the phone in one hand, she was tapping nervously with her other fingers on the admit desk. Susan noticed her nervosity and tried to calm her.
"I'm sure he's okay and just stuck in traffic or something like that. Don't worry."
Abby looked at Susan.
"I don't worry, I'm just trying to reach him before Kerry does it", she replied evasively, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.
Susan grinned at Abby's attempt to hide her emotions, to hide that she was worried about Carter. It was somehow funny how she automatically tried to protect herself and hide everything when being thrown into an emotional situation.
"Sure", she answered, smirking.
"Okay, I give up", Abby sighed, angrily putting down the phone at its place. A lot of work was still waiting for her and she couldn't spend the whole morning trying to call Carter. Even if she wanted to. She jumped to her feet and was about to leave when she heard Randi talking to one of the paramedics via the microphone. Susan also stopped and tried to understand what they were talking about but she couldn't understand it properly because there was too much noise in the ER. So she asked Randi after she had finished her conversation.
"What is it?"
Randi got up and hurried towards Susan and Abby.
"Car crash. One of the cars exploded. Two victims at least. ETA 2 minutes."
"Okay. Trauma 2 is available. Gotta prepare everything quickly. Abby, you coming with me and Randi, we need Weaver and Kovac and a second trauma room. Quick!", Susan yelled and rushed down the hall. Abby quickly followed and ran to trauma room 1 to check whether it was empty. She bumped into the room to find Cleo and Gallant there, treating a young girl.
"Cleo, we need the room. Car crash, two or more victims", Abby shouted.
Cleo and Gallant whirled around at hearing Abby's voice.
"Okay. But we need an empty room thus we can move her."
"Exam room 3 is free", Abby answered while pulling on her yellow sterile clothes and a pair of gloves.
"Okay. We'll move in there", Cleo Finch replied and Abby hurried outside back to the admit desk where Luka and Susan were already waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
"Trauma 1 is available, too," she said, stopping next to the two doctors.
"Alright. That should work for now. Maybe we'll need another room but in this case, we have to improvise", Luka commented, putting on his gloves.
Abby looked at him.
"How bad is it?"
Luka shrugged.
"No idea. Better prepare for not such a nice view. Expect some bad burnings. They said the Jeep exploded."
Abby suddenly felt her legs weaken and her heart jumping out of her chest at hearing those words.
"A Jeep?", she heard herself ask while the rest of her was paralized. No, that couldn't be. It was impossible, wasn't it? There were more people driving a Jeep. More than him. He'd be okay. He'd be okay.
"Abby? Abby!"
Abby woke from her shock and saw Susan staring at her through her safety goggles. She obviously knew why Abby had asked about the car.
"It's not him. It's not him, okay?"
Suddenly, the entrance doors flew open and the paramedics rushed into the ER with two people lying on separate gurneys. Susan accompanied the one gurney and Luka and Abby took the other one. While running down the hall, the paramedics gave them a short report of what had happened.
"Car explosion. Victim's female, about 45 years old, conscious, low blood pressure, a few burnings on her left arm and both legs."
Abby looked at the woman who was staring helplessly at her. Her face was pale and covered with blood and she was breathing heavily under the oxygen mask.
Then, she looked behind herself and tried to catch a view of the second injured person but she couldn't see much while running after Luka. She could only catch a few words one of the medics was telling Susan.
"Patient's male. Age unknown. Probably in his 30s, driver of the Jeep. 70% of his body's burned."
Abby almost stumbled over her own feet while she glimpsed over her shoulder at the male patient. And what she saw was a shock to her. She'd seen much during her career but this was horrible. The man's clothes were burned and sticking on his burned skin. His face was completely burned and made it impossible for her to identify him. It was cruel and she felt sick. He was in his 30s, right? And he drove a Jeep? Oh god.
They had reached the trauma room where Kerry was already waiting and rushed into the room. Luka gave her the facts and the vital statistics while they were trying to lift the woman on the gurney. Abby couldn't help but stare through the window of the connecting door to the other trauma room where Susan and Gallant were treating the other patient. She could see Susan yelling at Malik and Haleh, Gallant trying to reanimate the man, Haleh handing him the paddles, the burned naked body moving up and down under the electricity that was set through it. It was like seeing everything in slowmotion. The world around her disappeared. It was him. It had to be him. The Jeep, his age, he had been late and nobody had been able to reach him. It all made sense. She looked again at what was happening in the other trauma room. She barely heard Luka's and Kerry's voices coming from afar but she didn't react. She was unable to move. Susan laid down the paddles and pulled off her gloves when she saw Abby staring through the window. Her eyes suddenly became a pityful expression. And then, she shook her head. He was dead.
"Abby! Abby!!", Kerry yelled at her but she was lost in her thoughts, lost in the emptiness that filled her body.
"Abby, we need to call surgery. Quick! For god's sake, what's wrong with you?!", Luka tried to get through to her.
Abby pulled off her gloves and her coat and left the room without saying a word or reacting to Luka's and Kerry's attempts to call her. She wanted to be alone. Apathetically, she slowly walked along the hall. People were jostling against her, talking to her and she kept walking without showing any kind of reaction. As she walked pass the trauma room, Susan came out and seeing Abby's pale face and sad look, she wanted to stop her but Abby kept heading for the lounge.
"Abby, it's not…", was all Susan could muster before she saw her disappearing into the lounge.
"Carter!", Abby could hear her own voice say when she bumped into him after heading into the lounge.
"Ooops, sorry", Carter said shortly, his hands resting on Abby's shoulders, trying to keep his balance while Abby's hands were unintentionally resting on his chest. She was unable to say anything and kept staring straight into his hazel eyes. A few minutes ago, she'd thought she'd lost him and now she was standing here, looking into his warm eyes. He was alive. A mixture of happiness, relief and anger filled her. Part of her just wanted to put her arms around him and hug him and the other part just wanted to kick him for putting her in such a situation.
Carter let go of her and made a step sidewards.
"Uh, mind if…? I'm late."
Putting his stethoscope around his neck, he walked pass Abby who was still staring at him.
The door shut and he'd left. He'd just left. She was stunned and speechless and angry. Closing her eyes, she ran her hands through her hair. Yes, she was angry but not about Carter. No, she was angry with herself. Abby let herself fall on one of the chairs at the table, sat back and took a deep breath. It became clear to her. Suddenly, everything became clear. And something else had disappeared. Her fears. All the time she had been afraid of getting close, of letting someone care about her, love her, share her life. And now she realized that this was all she'd ever wanted and that she wanted to be with him, with Carter. She couldn't prevent them from being hurt, prevent herself and him from pain. That was what the last minutes had shown her. She couldn't prevent anything but if it happened, then she wanted to be there for him instead of standing at the sidelines, being unable to share her thoughts, her fears and anything else with him. Never again did she want to find herself standing in front of him without being able to tell him how afraid she'd been that he was gone forever and how lucky to see him alive at last. But what about Carter? Of course, she needed to talk to him but how would he react? Abby got up. She hoped that there was a second chance for them. Somewhere. Somewhen.
9:30 pm
A cool breeze was blown into her face when Abby opened the door to the roof, so she wrapped her arms around her body to keep herself warm. It was a clear and crispy night, the moon and stars were brightening the dark skyline of the city. Abby looked around and finally spotted him at the other end of the roof, sitting on the railings, a cup of coffee in one hand. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts and was looking afar into the night sky. The stethoscope he was normally wearing around his neck had been put into on of his white coat's pockets and the wind was playing with his half-loosened tie. He didn't notice Abby strolling in his direction.
"Hey", she said, stopping next to him.
Carter turned his head at hearing her voice.
"Abby? Thought your shift was over."
She nodded.
"It is. Mind if I…", she asked, pointing at the place on the railings next to Carter.
"Uh, no."
"Fine." Abby pulled herself on the railings next to Carter who took a sip of his coffee.
"Night shift?", she asked, looking at him.
"Doing some extra hours."
"Kerry?"
Carter smiled lightly, looking afar.
"She wasn't pleased about my late appearance this morning."
"I see", Abby commented, rubbing her hands together. Susan had told her the whole story behind Carter's disappearance this morning and that Kerry hadn't quite bought his excuse of a forgotten mobile phone and the traffic and that it had taken half an hour to convince her that fireing him wasn't necessary and he wouldn't do it again. Abby doubted that Kerry would ever fire fire Carter for such a reason because she cared about him and respected him as a doctor and a loyal person. She hadn't even fired him after she got to know about his addiction. On the other hand, with a boss like Kerry, you could never see yourself on the safe side. When she was having a bad day, anything could happen. Abby knew this herself.
Carter took the stethoscope out of his pocket and laid it around his neck.
"As far as I know, I was not the only one she was mad at", he remarked, giving her a look.
Abby raised her head. She knew what he was referring to. Obviously, someone hat not waited long to spread the news around. She sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Great. Then you already know everything."
"I know Haleh's version. But I'd like to hear yours", Carter said.
"Haleh, huh? I knew I could count on her", she said with a harsh tone in her voice. Something she absolutely hated about the ER was the way everyone used to spread gossip about someone else. You couldn't do something without half of the staff knowing it.
"I don't have to tell you anything about the nurses when it comes to that point, do I?", Carter asked but it was rather a rhetorical question.
"No."
"So, what was wrong this morning?"
Carter drank the rest of his coffee and put the mug aside.
Abby looked afar, then back at Carter.
"It was all because… I was afraid."
"Of what?"
"This man…who died at the car crash this morning… nobody could identify him… you weren't there and he drove a Jeep…and…", Abby got more and more excited.
Carter gazed at her. He suddenly realized what she had been afraid of.
"Abby…", he tried to stop her but Abby continued.
"If it had been you, I…", she looked at him with a desperate expression in her eyes. An expression Carter had never seen before on her.
"But it wasn't me, Abby."
She nodded.
"Yeah."
Carefully, she rested his hand on his and for a while nobody of them said a word.
"I'm sorry", Abby whispered with a thin voice.
"What for?" Carter asked back.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
Carter bowed his head and lowered his voice.
"The kiss?", he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah."
"You don't have to be sorry for anything, Abby. I can't force you to do anything. If it's not there, it's not there."
Abby sat up straight.
"But it is", she countered.
Carter quickly rose his head and stared at Abby at hearing her say it. At first, his heart turned a somersault but then, something deep inside him refused to believe her words. The part that was still hurt.
"Since when, Abby?"
Abby looked at him, confused.
"For a long time."
Carter withdraw his hand from hers and jumped off the railings back to his feet. Abby watched him.
"Oh really. You sure it's not since this morning?" Now his voice sounded harsh.
Abby frowned.
"No, what do you mean?"
"Well, a few days ago, you told me the kiss wouldn't have happened at all if we hadn't been in quarantine and today, you thought I was dead and suddenly, the kiss means more to you than you thought it would. Doesn't this sound suspicious to you at all?"
Abby was touched by the bitterness and pain she found when looking into his eyes as she heard him telling her what he'd just told her. Obviously, she'd hurt him more than she thought she had. What could she do to show him that her feelings were honest and true?
"You mean I wouldn't have realized my feelings for you if this accident had never happened? Do you really think that?", Abby asked, jumping to her feet.
Carter crossed his arms.
"I don't know what to think anymore."
Abby moved towards Carter.
"Carter, the only thing I learned from this whole accident was that it's scaring me more not being able to be close to you than to be close to you. My feelings for you have always been there. It didn't take me this accident to realize them. Don't tell me they resulted from an unusual situation. Carter?", Abby rather pleaded than aksed.
"Why not? It was you who told me that this was possible", he replied, his voice now having a slight touch of sarcasm in it.
Abby couldn't move. She just stood there with her mouth open. It felt like slapping her in the face. If she could just think of something to tell him, but it was impossible because he war right. She had accused him of what she was being accused of now. Accused of having feelings that weren't there. Being told that without an unusual situation, nothing had happened between them. It was then when Abby realized how bad she'd actually hurt him with her accuse.
She was still paralized when Carter turned and started to walk off the roof.
"Excuse me, I need to work", was all he returned before he left Abby.
"Carter! You know what I feel", she called back at him.
Carter stopped for a moment and looked back at her.
"Do I?", he asked and walked off the roof. And for the second time of this day, Abby felt this emptiness inside her and surrounding her.
Chicago General Hospital
Chicago
Emergency Room
Monday
3:45 pm
"Then you gotta find someone else. Am I the only one here?! Geez!", Susan sweared, rushing into the lounge. This was definitely not her day. Sometimes she felt as if she was the only doctor to consult if something was going to be difficult or causing trouble.
Turning around, she looked into a pair of hazel eyes that were glowering at her. Carter was lying on the sofa, his white coat was all folded under his head, providing a pillow. His shirt was loosely hanging out of his trousers. Susan had to grin at this funny view.
"Sorry. Hope I didn't wake you."
Carter yawned and rubbing his eyes, he slowly got up and sat back on the sofa.
"You want me to answer that?", he mumbled.
"Oh, poor boy. Really that bad, huh?", Susan teased him and made herself comfortable next to him.
Carter darted a glance at her.
"Funny"
"Sorry", Susan said, "Really didn't want to wake you."
Carter stroke his hands through his tousled hair.
"Nevermind. I'm just tired, that's all."
"Since when have you been on?"
Carter took a look at his watch.
"30 hours. I can't remember when I've eaten for the last time nor when I've slept more than 3 hours at once for the last time. I'm fed up with everything at the moment."
Susan raised an eyebrow at him.
"With everything? You mean it's not just work?"
He gave her a look.
"What are you implying?"
"Your current mood doesn't have anything to do with a certain nurse, I suppose?"
Carter stared at the blonde doctor that was sitting next to him. Sometimes she was really scary.
"Do I have anything written on my forehead?"
Susan grinned.
"No. But she seems to be in the same 'brilliant' mood you're in these days, so I was figuring..", she explained before she was cut short by Carter.
"I'm sorry for her." He tried to stuff his shirt back into his trousers.
Susan frowned. She didn't like this sarcasm his voice was showing.
"What happened?"
He sighed.
"Abby has decided to have feelings for me", he remarked harshly.
"Has decided? But she has feelings for you." What the hell was going on between those two?
"Not before she thought I was dead."
"What do you mean with 'not before'?"
Carter grabbed his white coat and pulled it on.
"Well, before this accident, she told me that she wasn't keeping any kind of feelings for me and suddenly, after the accident, when she mistakenly thought I was injured, she sees more in me than just a friend. Funny, huh?" I could be laughing about it if it wasn't that serious, Susan."
Susan leant forward.
"Um, Carter, you don't actually believe what you just said, do you?"
"Why?"
Susan raised and stood in front of Carter, her hands resting on her hips.
"Carter, you serious?!" She got angry about Carter's stubborness.
He rose his head and looked up at Susan.
"I don't know what to believe anymore."
She sighed.
"Carter, you know you're my friend but sometimes, I could kick you for your damn stubborness! So would you please stop drowning yourself in self-pity and playing the heart-broken?! It doesn't suit you."
Carter stood up, tucking his hands into his pockets.
"Susan, I…", he was about to say when Susan rose her hand and interrupted him.
"No. Let me talk, okay? If you hadn't been busy playing the hurt one, you'd have known that she was about to talk to you about her feelings before the accident happened but you weren't there. What am I saying here anyway?! You know there's something going on between yourself and her. With or without the accident or the quarantine. Full stop."
Crossing her arms, she added, "Okay, now it's your turn."
Carter didn't say anything for a while and let himself fall back on the sofa instead. Burrying his face in his hands, he let out a sigh. Susan was right. Damn right and now, he felt like crap. Withdrawing his hand from his face, he looked at Susan who was still staring angrily at him.
"I'm an idiot, huh?"
Susan smiled ligthly.
"Wow. Now we're talking straight."
"And I didn't even ask her why she…"
"She wanted to prevent you and herself from troubles", Susan anticipated his words.
"You two have something special and I think you know it. Don't waste more time, Carter."
Carter grabbed Susan's hand and smiled at her.
"You're great, you know that?"
She smiled back.
"I'm the wrong person to tell."
"You know where she is?", Carter asked and Susan nodded.
"I do."
A park near Lake Michigan
Chicago
8:10 pm
This felt good. It really felt good. Leaning back on this bench with her eyes closed, Abby enjoyed the warm sunbeams that were gently touching her skin. She loved this park near the lake. She used to go here whenever she'd felt the need to relax a bit, to think about certain things or just to be alone. She wasn't sure why she'd come this time. Maybe because of all three reasons. Or something else. Whatever. But it didn't matter. It felt good to be here. With her eyes closed, she kept listening to the various sounds that filled the park. She could hear the quacking of the ducks, the singing of the birds and the humming of a few bees that were peacefully flying around her. Afar, a few kids were playing with a ball, yelling, laughing. Sometimes, she admired them for their happy childhood. Abby couldn't remember she'd ever just played around with her friends without having had to think about what her mom was doing at the same moment, whether she was still at home or in a hospital where the doctors would be fighting for her life. No, her childhood had never been easy. Her whole life had never been easy. But she liked to push these thoughts away. Right now, she didn't want to think about anything. She'd simply sit here and enjoy this wonderful evening. It was still warm for this time of the day, yet not too warm. It was simply perfect.
"Excuse me, Miss. May I sit down here for a while?"
Abby's eyes quickly snapped open at the sound of a friendly female voice. A few inches in front of her stood an old lady, wearing a black dress and a black hat. Her hair was all white and Abby figured she was in her late 70s. Abby glimpsed at the old woman because the sunlight was blinding her. Moving a few inches aside, she offered her a place next to her on the bench.
"Of course", she answered, giving her a polite smile.
The old lady gladly took Abby's offer and sat down next to her.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome", Abby returned.
The lady kept her blue-green eyes on the lake for a while, then turned her head towards Abby who was also focussing her eyes on the lake.
"This is wonderful, isn't it?"
Abby nodded.
"It is. Have you been here, before? If I may ask."
The woman next to Abby smiled and a certain glamorous look appeared in her eyes.
"Oh, Henry and I used to come here for about 40 years. We had wonderful times here."
"Henry?", Abby asked.
"My husband. This was our place, so to say", the woman explained and this smile on her face wouldn't disappear.
"Was? He…", Abby didn't really dare to ask but the old lady guessed her question.
"Died, yes. He died last April. His heart suddenly stopped beating."
Abby was touched by her story and suddenly felt sorry for having asked this question.
"I'm sorry", she expressed but the old lady patted Abby's hand and kept smiling.
"You don't have to be, Miss. We had a wonderful time."
"Don't you miss him?"
The lady nodded.
"I do. In each and every minute. But then I come here to this place and I know that he's still with me. That's what he taught me. That we should be happy and enjoy the time we spend together because that's what will remain when it's over. And nobody and nothing can take this away from you."
Being fascinated by the old lady's story, Abby listened carefully to it.
"Sounds he was a great man", she commented.
"Oh yes, he was. He loved me. Even though we were not alike and although I was never a simply person to live with. But he loved me."
Abby sighed happily.
"That's wonderful, Miss."
"Mary. Please call me Mary", the old woman asked her in her thin voice.
"Mary. Okay. I'm Abby", Abby answered, shaking the Mary's hand.
Both women kept staring at the lake for a while. The sun was almost going down and reflected itself in the water. It was a colourful scenario. Then Abby turned back towards Mary.
"But… isn't it hard when you lose it? I mean… it's easier to get over something that doesn't mean much to you, isn't it?"
Mary looked intently at Abby.
"You found it, too, right?"
Abby simply nodded and whispered,
"Yes."
Mary squeezed Abby's hand.
"You can't lose it. Things may change and maybe something happens that separates you forever but it'll remain, though. It's always there", she explained, placing the other hand on her heart.
"I know", Abby said with a low voice, smiling and staring on the ground. She thought about her words for a while and suddenly, she felt better. It was as if something she'd already known had been confirmed. And maybe it was then when her mind had accepted what her heart had already known. After a while, Abby heard Mary calling her name.
"Abby?"
Abby rose her head.
"You shouldn't keep him waiting any longer."
Abby frowned.
"Who?"
"This lovely young man there who's been watching you for some time", Mary answered and pointed with her hand at someone who was standing a few metres away from them at the lake. Abby looked in his direction, then back at Mary. She was confused.
"How did you know…?", she was about to ask when Mary smiled at her.
"The way he's looking at you. See." She nodded in his direction.
Abby again looked at him. He was just standing there, smiling lightly as he saw that Abby had noticed him. The sun was still blinding her but she could see the look in his eyes. She almost hadn't recognized him wearing a pair of jeans, sporting shoes and a tight, dark blue t-shirt. He looked georgeous. Mary watched Abby staring at him and a grin appeared on her face. It was there. She could literally see it between those two young people.
"I suppose you'll leave me now?", Mary asked, grinning and Abby looked back at her, smiling.
"I'm afraid, yes", she replied and got up to her feet.
"Thank you, Mary", she said, offering her her hand.
Mary took it and shook her head.
"I have to thank you."
Abby turned and made her way to the lake where he was already waiting for her, leaning against a tree. A shy smile appeared on his face when she stopped next to him. Nervously, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his dark blue jeans.
"Hey", Abby said when reaching him.
"Hey", he reptorted.
"How long have you been standing here?"
Carter shrugged his shoulders.
"A few minutes. Didn't want to disturb you and…?"
"Mary", Abby jumped in.
"Mary", Carter repeated.
For a few minutes, silence filled the air and Carter watched the lake while Abby kept looking on the ground. Then, finally Carter looked at her.
"Abby, I… I'm sorry. I mean for doubting your….your feelings and anything. I'm an idiot. If you're afraid or whatever, then it's okay but please, let me be with you… don't…" he was about to say when suddenly, Abby moved towards him and kissed him on the lips. Her hand caressing his right cheek.
"I love you", she whispered which left Carter completely speechless. He would have expected anything but that. He couldn't get his eyes off her as she began to blush in a cute way. Abby kept staring back at him, not knowing whether she'd done the right thing this time. But as she was beginning to worry, Carter's hands were already cupping her face, stroking it carefully with his thumbs. Abby watched him as he slowly moved his face closer to hers. His mouth was only a few inches away from hers, his breath gently touching her skin. He leant even closer to her, then stopped and smiled.
"I love you", he whispered and leant in for another kiss. And this time, Abby let go of everything, her fears, her doubts. Everything. In this very moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing but herself and Carter.
John Carter's apartment
Chicago
Saturday
6:10 am
Carter awoke by the horrible sound of his old alarm clock. He tried to reach it with his left hand and turned it off, quickly. Then he moved closer to Abby who was still lying asleep next to him. Carefully, he laid his left arm around her body, while moving closer to her until his chest was touching her back. Her body was warm and her breathing calm and slow. He kept lying in this position with his eyes open. He wanted to enjoy it for a while before they'd have to get up and daily life would catch up on them. It felt wonderful holding her close, inhaling the scent of her hair, listening to nothing else but her heartbeat. Carter smiled. He had to think about the fact that they were both lying here with their clothes on, nothing had happened last night and yet, he felt better than he'd ever felt before. How many times he'd spent the night with a woman after the first date and woken up the other morning, he'd felt as if nothing special had happened or something was missing and now, that he and Abby had spent the night nothing but holding each other, he felt like the luckiest person on earth. She was making him the luckiest person on earth because she loved him. As he loved her. No matter what. Sometimes, he thought that it was even more than love he was feeling for her. She was extraordinary and meant more to him than any other woman had ever meant to him before because her love was pure and true. Things that other people, even his friends, used to see when looking at him, things like his addiction, his popular name, his wealth, his job, have never meant anything to Abby. He knew that from the first time he met her at the Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. It was the look she'd given him. He had a feeling that everytime she was looking at him, she never saw anything else than himself, the person, John Carter. For the first time, he could be sure of being loved and respected for being himself.
Abby began to move a bit, so he figured she was awake. Slowly, Carter lifted himself up a bit and placed a soft kiss on her neck. Abby smiled, rolled over to the other side until she was lying face to face with Carter who was smiling back at her.
"Hi", she whispered.
"Hi", Carter replied with a soft voice and drew the blanket closer around their bodies.
"How was the night?", he asked.
"Fine", she answered, "A bit too short."
Leaning his forehead against hers, Carter sighed.
"Yes. Those are the moments when I hate my job."
Abby looked into his eyes and caressed his cheek.
"What time is it?"
"Something about 6:20 am."
"Oh man." Abby closed her eyes.
"You think Kerry would be very mad at us if we just don't go?"
"No. We'd probably find ourselves in pathology afterwards but besides…" A cheeky grin appeared on Carter's face and Abby playfully pushed with her hand against his chest.
"Carter!", she laughed.
He shrugged and grinned.
"So what?"
"She's not that bad", Abby insisted.
"Wanna try it?"
Abby hesitated for a moment, then laughed.
"No. It's damn cold in pathology."
"Then I see no other possibility than to get up now", he said and was about to get out of the bed when Abby pushed him down and laid with her upper body on top of him.
"10 minutes", she suggested, smiling at Carter whose eyes locked with hers.
"10 minutes", he agreed, laid his hand around her neck and drew her face closer to his to let his lisp meet with hers. Abby let her hand run through his hair while the other one searched for his to let it entangle with hers. If it was up to her, she'd never let go of it. She could spend the whole day holding his hand, being close to him and she'd never have enough of it. For the first time in her life, she had actually the feeling that she had done something right and that this was the right way. Of course, her problems didn't disappear but it felt good to have someone beside her. And this someone was not only a friend but her life, everything. She realized what Mary had been trying to explain to her, yesterday. No matter how this would end and when it would end – she had something nobody could take away from her. Ever.
Abby broke the kiss to catch her breath but kept looking intently at Carter who gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"You know what?", he asked.
Abby rose her head and rested her head on his chest.
"What?"
"You never told me about Mary."
Abby smiled.
"I just met her yesterday. She's a wonderful woman."
Carter let his finger linger over her lips abd watched her.
"Like you", he whispered and placed another kiss on her lips.
"Carter?"
"Hmm?"
"You also forgot to tell me something."
He frowned.
"What?"
Abby smirked.
"You DO snore."
Carter bit his lip and grinned.
"I do what?"
Abby laughed.
"You snoring."
"I never snore", Carter laughed, too.
"You do", Abby returned.
"So? What are you going to do against it? Are you going to leave me because of this?", he kidded, rolled over and carefully laid on top of her.
"Hm, I gotta think this over carefully", Abby grinned sheepishly.
"Okay…22….23….24…So?"
"Mind if I stay?"
"Stay", he replied and their lips melt in another passionate kiss.
The End
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