First of all, let me say that I am a Carby and this story is very
depressing and angsty. I wanted to think how the ER and especially Carter
would react if a certain something happened. This is set a few months after
lockdown and Carter and Abby are going out. This chapter is very short
because i don't know if i should continue, tell me.Oh and I don't own ER,
enough said! Please review and this is my first fic ever so don't be too
hard on me if this is complete rubbish!
Carter and Abby walked through the door of her apartment exhausted. They had both just worked a shattering twenty hour shift and were about ready to murder Dr Weaver for making them both do a double. Taking pity on her cute as hell boyfriend, Abby let him sit down while she went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Two sugars ok for you Carter?" Abby asked from inside the kitchen,
"At the moment Abby I'm way too tired to care." Carter replied as he stretched himself out on her couch slowly falling asleep. He was jerked back into consciousness by a resounding CRASH from the kitchen.
"Abby, you ok in there?" he asked, getting no response,
"Abby?" He walked into the kitchen slightly worried, to investigate and was greeted by the sight of Abby lying on the floor motionless. By her side was a smashed teacup.
"Oh my god"
He rushed to her side and crouched down beside her, feeling for a pulse. He couldn't find one.
Carter and Abby walked through the door of her apartment exhausted. They had both just worked a shattering twenty hour shift and were about ready to murder Dr Weaver for making them both do a double. Taking pity on her cute as hell boyfriend, Abby let him sit down while she went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Two sugars ok for you Carter?" Abby asked from inside the kitchen,
"At the moment Abby I'm way too tired to care." Carter replied as he stretched himself out on her couch slowly falling asleep. He was jerked back into consciousness by a resounding CRASH from the kitchen.
"Abby, you ok in there?" he asked, getting no response,
"Abby?" He walked into the kitchen slightly worried, to investigate and was greeted by the sight of Abby lying on the floor motionless. By her side was a smashed teacup.
"Oh my god"
He rushed to her side and crouched down beside her, feeling for a pulse. He couldn't find one.