The Way It Is Meant To Be Part 3
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*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Abby? Do you know where you are?" Carter's worried voice sounded gentle and concerned. "No. Who are you? Is my name Abby?" She whispered. "I'll be right back. I need to get Dr. Weaver." "Who is that?" She asked quietly, but Carter was already out the door. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Susan, have you seen Kerry?" Carter asked the first person he saw outside of the room. "Try the lounge," she replied. "Thanks." Carter ran to the lounge. "Kerry?" "John, do you mind? I'm trying to finish some charts," Kerry snapped in an irritated way. "Kerry, it's Abby. She woke up but she can't remember anything." "What?! Ok, I'm coming." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Carter and Kerry opened the door to find Abby asleep again. Carter went over to the bed and gently shook her awake. "Abby?" She moaned softly and opened her eyes. Again, a look of confusion flooded her face. "Abby, do you know where you are?" Kerry quickly took charge. "No" "Do you know what day it is and the date? "No" "What year is it?" "I don't know. What is wrong with me?" Abby was starting to panic. "Abby it is ok. You are suffering from a mild case of amnesia. You'll be able to remember everything soon, so just hold on, ok?" "Alright." Kerry pulled Carter out the door and stopped right next to it. "Carter I want you to go talk to her. Tell her a little bit about herself to see what she remembers. If she is feeling better, you can take her home tomorrow." Carter looked through the glass sadly and said, "Sure," and opened the door again to sit by Abby. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Abby woke up again several hours very frustrated. The man named Carter had told her about herself (what she was like, her likes and dislikes, her job . . .), but she still couldn't remember a single thing. She was worried and scared. The only things she could remember were how to do simple things like riding a bike or driving a car. A gentle knock on the door made her look up. "Hey. How are you feeling?" Carter asked her. "Okay, I guess, except for my memory." "You'll be fine soon and you'll remember everything." "But what if I don't?" Abby's voice was filled with sadness and tears. She didn't know this man, but something buried very deep in her heart told her he would be there for her if she told him what she thought. She didn't know why; maybe it was an instinct. Carter walked over to the bed and sat down on a chair. He reached for Abby's hand and held it tightly. "Abby, I promise you that everything will be just fine. I promise." Somehow, Abby believed him. She believed him with every bit of her heart. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Abby? Do you know where you are?" Carter's worried voice sounded gentle and concerned. "No. Who are you? Is my name Abby?" She whispered. "I'll be right back. I need to get Dr. Weaver." "Who is that?" She asked quietly, but Carter was already out the door. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Susan, have you seen Kerry?" Carter asked the first person he saw outside of the room. "Try the lounge," she replied. "Thanks." Carter ran to the lounge. "Kerry?" "John, do you mind? I'm trying to finish some charts," Kerry snapped in an irritated way. "Kerry, it's Abby. She woke up but she can't remember anything." "What?! Ok, I'm coming." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Carter and Kerry opened the door to find Abby asleep again. Carter went over to the bed and gently shook her awake. "Abby?" She moaned softly and opened her eyes. Again, a look of confusion flooded her face. "Abby, do you know where you are?" Kerry quickly took charge. "No" "Do you know what day it is and the date? "No" "What year is it?" "I don't know. What is wrong with me?" Abby was starting to panic. "Abby it is ok. You are suffering from a mild case of amnesia. You'll be able to remember everything soon, so just hold on, ok?" "Alright." Kerry pulled Carter out the door and stopped right next to it. "Carter I want you to go talk to her. Tell her a little bit about herself to see what she remembers. If she is feeling better, you can take her home tomorrow." Carter looked through the glass sadly and said, "Sure," and opened the door again to sit by Abby. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Abby woke up again several hours very frustrated. The man named Carter had told her about herself (what she was like, her likes and dislikes, her job . . .), but she still couldn't remember a single thing. She was worried and scared. The only things she could remember were how to do simple things like riding a bike or driving a car. A gentle knock on the door made her look up. "Hey. How are you feeling?" Carter asked her. "Okay, I guess, except for my memory." "You'll be fine soon and you'll remember everything." "But what if I don't?" Abby's voice was filled with sadness and tears. She didn't know this man, but something buried very deep in her heart told her he would be there for her if she told him what she thought. She didn't know why; maybe it was an instinct. Carter walked over to the bed and sat down on a chair. He reached for Abby's hand and held it tightly. "Abby, I promise you that everything will be just fine. I promise." Somehow, Abby believed him. She believed him with every bit of her heart. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*