Authors note: I haven't updated in a while and again I've gone on a writing
spree, updating all of my fics. Please R&R. and i'm sorry if I'm depressing
you. Also I'm trying to think of a way to get Abby and Carter together in
the end, I plan on doing two endings a depressing one and a fuzzy one. I
need help on the fuzzy one, please e-mail me at cutecarrie2@hotmail.com
with ideas about how to make a happy carby ending, otherwise I will only
have a depressing ending.
The funeral was very overdone, there were flowers everywhere, people giving speeches about Abby, the kind thoughtful nurse. Abby would have hated it. For the past week Carter had been in some sort of a daze and the funeral had been arranged by various people from the ER. People had asked him many times what Abby would have wanted, but every time he thought about it he felt as though he would throw up. In the end the people had stopped trying to find out from him what Abby would have wanted and planned things without him.
Every single person he knew at the funeral and many he didn't came up to him to say how sorry they were. At the end of the service, just before the coffin was put into the ground Carter had to make a speech..
He stood before the people, "You know, Abby would have hated this," he said, feeling tears form in his eyes. "All these fresh flowers, she like dead flowers, she said that there was something dark and depressing about them. She, she was a good person, and I know that many people are going to miss her. The past year when we were together was the happiest of my life, she made me happy." He went to stand with the other people while the coffin was lowered into the ground.
~~~~~~~~~~~Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About two hours later Carter was still standing by her grave, looking at the headstone. He felt someone standing behind him, he turned around to see Maggie.
"Did I miss it, the funeral?" she asked,
"Yeah,"
"I didn't want to, I got on an early train, an early early train. I couldn't find this place."
"It's kinda hidden away,"
"I missed my daughter's funeral. How, did it happen?"
"How did what happen?"
"How did she die?"
"She had a stroke, a really bad one. Probably caused by smoking all those cigarettes,"
"I told her it was a bad habit,"
"I should have done something, when I saw her I froze,"
"I told her, why didn't she listen?"
"All those years as doctor and I couldn't do anything,"
"She never listened to me. John?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a doctor, does it hurt when you have a stroke?"
"No, you don't feel a thing."
"Good, good." They stood side by side for a while, until it got dark, then they went and left Abby to rest in peace.
Authors note 2: Sorry this is so short and rubbish! Please R&R!
The funeral was very overdone, there were flowers everywhere, people giving speeches about Abby, the kind thoughtful nurse. Abby would have hated it. For the past week Carter had been in some sort of a daze and the funeral had been arranged by various people from the ER. People had asked him many times what Abby would have wanted, but every time he thought about it he felt as though he would throw up. In the end the people had stopped trying to find out from him what Abby would have wanted and planned things without him.
Every single person he knew at the funeral and many he didn't came up to him to say how sorry they were. At the end of the service, just before the coffin was put into the ground Carter had to make a speech..
He stood before the people, "You know, Abby would have hated this," he said, feeling tears form in his eyes. "All these fresh flowers, she like dead flowers, she said that there was something dark and depressing about them. She, she was a good person, and I know that many people are going to miss her. The past year when we were together was the happiest of my life, she made me happy." He went to stand with the other people while the coffin was lowered into the ground.
~~~~~~~~~~~Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About two hours later Carter was still standing by her grave, looking at the headstone. He felt someone standing behind him, he turned around to see Maggie.
"Did I miss it, the funeral?" she asked,
"Yeah,"
"I didn't want to, I got on an early train, an early early train. I couldn't find this place."
"It's kinda hidden away,"
"I missed my daughter's funeral. How, did it happen?"
"How did what happen?"
"How did she die?"
"She had a stroke, a really bad one. Probably caused by smoking all those cigarettes,"
"I told her it was a bad habit,"
"I should have done something, when I saw her I froze,"
"I told her, why didn't she listen?"
"All those years as doctor and I couldn't do anything,"
"She never listened to me. John?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a doctor, does it hurt when you have a stroke?"
"No, you don't feel a thing."
"Good, good." They stood side by side for a while, until it got dark, then they went and left Abby to rest in peace.
Authors note 2: Sorry this is so short and rubbish! Please R&R!