Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, not to mention the
fact that it occurred late at night. So, please, be gentle with your
reviews.
Your Support
She made herself reach for the phone. She had to call someone. She needed help. "Hello?" a formal-sounding voice answered. She quickly blurted out, "Sorry wrong number," and then slammed down the phone. She couldn't do it. She wasn't the kind of person to ask for help. "I made it through childhood with mom," she thought. "I can make it through this.
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The entire drive to work all he could think about was what Susan had said the other day at the lecture. "Why don't you tell her?" He couldn't even begin to explain it to Susan. Was it because he was worried about rejection? Sort of. Was it because he was concerned about getting in a relationship with her so fast? No. Deep down he knew exactly why. He was afraid. Not of being turned down, but of losing her friendship. The last time he had told her of his feelings she had run away, retreated back into herself. It had taken them forever to get their friendship back. "Hurry and get changed Carter. We need you." He had, while in this train of thought, entered the ER. They, on a day where all he wanted to do was think things through, were, of course, completely swamped. He entered the lounge and proceeded to open his locker. Just then the door opened. He knew who it was. He could sense their presence in a room. "Good morning." A diminishing scratchy voice replied, "Morning." Sliding his arm through the other sleeve of his lab coat, he immediately turned around hearing the condition of her voice. He immediately became worried upon seeing her appearance. She looked as if she should be his next patient. He quickly approached her. "Abby, you look awful." She gave him one of her playful laughs, though with half the energy, "Thanks, Carter." "I didn't mean." "Don't worry, Carter. That seems to be the general consensus." She tried to take another step forward, but lost her balance.
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She felt his hands grab onto her and stop her unexpected fall. They stood connected until she began to feel uncomfortable. "Thanks, Carter." "Abby, you're hot." With that he reached a hand to touch her forehead. She pulled away, but not before she felt a quick swipe of his fingers to her forehead. It made the chills she had bee feeling all morning intensify, yet cooled down her throbbing head. "You definitely have a fever." "Well, I'm freezing." "You're coming down with something. You should go home." "Thank you, doctor." She said sarcastically, all the while wishing she had brought her coat. "But, I can't go home. Brian's there and I don't want to be in that building at the same time as him." "He's still out!" She could see the concern rise in his eyes. Going to her locker and exchanging her bag for her stethoscope she replied, "Yeah, all he had to do was some lousy community service." As she closed her locker another shiver went down her spine. Obviously Carter had seen it, for she noticed that he had started to approach her. He began to open his locker. "If you're not going to go home, at least wear my jacket until you warm up." "No, Carter. I'll be fine." She chanced to glace at his face and noticed his I-will-not-take-no-for-an-answer look. He opened up the coat for her, "Come on." As she slid the coat on she could feel that it was still warm from its previous use. His scent was still on it. She pulled it closer around her. "Thanks." All of a sudden Kerry stepped into the lounge. "Carter, where have you been? We needed you in Trauma 2 and now we've got an MVA coming in." "I'm sorry. Abby isn't feeling well. She was cold so I came back to give her my jacket." Well, do it faster next time." With that she began to walk out the door, then paused. "I hope you feel better, Abby." And with that she was gone.
Your Support
She made herself reach for the phone. She had to call someone. She needed help. "Hello?" a formal-sounding voice answered. She quickly blurted out, "Sorry wrong number," and then slammed down the phone. She couldn't do it. She wasn't the kind of person to ask for help. "I made it through childhood with mom," she thought. "I can make it through this.
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The entire drive to work all he could think about was what Susan had said the other day at the lecture. "Why don't you tell her?" He couldn't even begin to explain it to Susan. Was it because he was worried about rejection? Sort of. Was it because he was concerned about getting in a relationship with her so fast? No. Deep down he knew exactly why. He was afraid. Not of being turned down, but of losing her friendship. The last time he had told her of his feelings she had run away, retreated back into herself. It had taken them forever to get their friendship back. "Hurry and get changed Carter. We need you." He had, while in this train of thought, entered the ER. They, on a day where all he wanted to do was think things through, were, of course, completely swamped. He entered the lounge and proceeded to open his locker. Just then the door opened. He knew who it was. He could sense their presence in a room. "Good morning." A diminishing scratchy voice replied, "Morning." Sliding his arm through the other sleeve of his lab coat, he immediately turned around hearing the condition of her voice. He immediately became worried upon seeing her appearance. She looked as if she should be his next patient. He quickly approached her. "Abby, you look awful." She gave him one of her playful laughs, though with half the energy, "Thanks, Carter." "I didn't mean." "Don't worry, Carter. That seems to be the general consensus." She tried to take another step forward, but lost her balance.
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She felt his hands grab onto her and stop her unexpected fall. They stood connected until she began to feel uncomfortable. "Thanks, Carter." "Abby, you're hot." With that he reached a hand to touch her forehead. She pulled away, but not before she felt a quick swipe of his fingers to her forehead. It made the chills she had bee feeling all morning intensify, yet cooled down her throbbing head. "You definitely have a fever." "Well, I'm freezing." "You're coming down with something. You should go home." "Thank you, doctor." She said sarcastically, all the while wishing she had brought her coat. "But, I can't go home. Brian's there and I don't want to be in that building at the same time as him." "He's still out!" She could see the concern rise in his eyes. Going to her locker and exchanging her bag for her stethoscope she replied, "Yeah, all he had to do was some lousy community service." As she closed her locker another shiver went down her spine. Obviously Carter had seen it, for she noticed that he had started to approach her. He began to open his locker. "If you're not going to go home, at least wear my jacket until you warm up." "No, Carter. I'll be fine." She chanced to glace at his face and noticed his I-will-not-take-no-for-an-answer look. He opened up the coat for her, "Come on." As she slid the coat on she could feel that it was still warm from its previous use. His scent was still on it. She pulled it closer around her. "Thanks." All of a sudden Kerry stepped into the lounge. "Carter, where have you been? We needed you in Trauma 2 and now we've got an MVA coming in." "I'm sorry. Abby isn't feeling well. She was cold so I came back to give her my jacket." Well, do it faster next time." With that she began to walk out the door, then paused. "I hope you feel better, Abby." And with that she was gone.