The Way It Is Meant To Be Part 6
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Abby searched through "her" cupboards for a mixing bowl. "All I want to do is make some pancakes," she shouted in frustration even though no one was in the room. She had looked through every single cupboard and couldn't find a large bowl anywhere. She threw her plate down angrily and burst into tears when it hit the ground and shattered. "What's wrong with me?" She whispered through her tears.
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"Chuni, did you get the name of the little boy yet?" Carter asked the nurse. "Nope. All he would say was 'Abby knows who I am' and then he looked like he was going to cry so I stopped asking him questions." "Okay, thanks Chuni." "No problem." Carter thought to himself as he walked to the boy's room. He wondered who might know who he was. When he opened the door, he saw the little boy struggling to get himself into the wheelchair. "He let me help you," Carter said as he lifted the little boy up and set him in the wheelchair. "Where are you going?" Carter questioned as he pushed the little boy out of the room. "I was going to see if the vending machine had Skittles." "Okay, I'll help you get there, alright?" "Okay." As Carter pushed the boy past the front desk, Frank looked up and exclaimed, "Douglas! Haven't seen you in a while." "Hi Frank," the boy replied quietly. Carter had been watching with wide-open eyes. "Is your name Douglas? Have you been in here before?" "Can I have a word Dr. Carter?" Frank asked, his eyes indicating he wanted to say something, but not in front of Douglas. "What?" "He was in here about a year ago when his mother died. He became quite attached to Abby and I don't think he took it too well when social services took him away. I think Abby was pretty shaken up, too." "Wow. So that's how he know Abby." "Yea. Did you tell him what happened to her?" "I told him that she might not be able to remember him and he sort of freaked out. Maybe I should let him see Abby. Maybe he would help her remember." "Do think you should take that chance that she wouldn't remember him? It would probably crush him if she didn't know who she was." Carter rubbed his chin thoughtfully before replying, "Yea but I'm sure he will get over it." "I suppose," Frank said before going back behind the desk. "Dr. Carter?" A little voice said from below him, "Can I see Abby now?" "I think so Douglas, but remember, she might not recognize you." "I know that but I still want to see her. Look at the picture I drew for her before." Carter looked down at the picture he had not noticed the little boy holding when he had picked him up. It showed two people standing outside of a house. One looked like it could be Douglas, so he guessed the other was Abby. 'Abby' was holding a big bouquet of flowers and had a huge smile on her face. He smiled down at Douglas. "I'm sure she will love it. Do you want to go back into your room until I get off work when you can see Abby?" "Sure," Douglas replied eagerly.
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Abby glanced around for the phone. She picked up a pile of magazines and found it. She clicked the 'Talk' button and said, "Hello, Abby speaking." "Hey Abby. This is Carter." "Hi," Abby said somewhat nervously. "A little boy came in earlier today saying he knows you. He really wants to see you and I was wondering if I should bring him by after my shift." "Okay, but Carter, what if I don't remember him?" "I told him what happened, so I think he is prepared for that." "Okay." "Are you holding up alright?" "Just fine." "Okay then. I'll see you in about 45 minutes." "See you then. Bye." "Bye."
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Carter carried Douglas to his car because it was too hard to get the wheelchair through the couple of snow on the ground. He put him down on the seat and helped him to buckle up. He climbed in on the other side and started his car. They drove for the first minute or so without talking. Carter looked at Douglas, then asked him, "Are you sure you will be okay if Abby doesn't remember you." "I think so." "Okay this is her apartment. Are you ready?" "Yup." Carter picked up Douglas, then walked up the steps and opened the door and walked up the flights of stairs to Abby's apartment. He set Douglas down very gently and slipped the key into the lock. He opened the door and saw Abby fast asleep on the couch. He helped Douglas into the apartment and onto a chair. Douglas looked at Abby and smiled. "I wish she was my mommy," he whispered before falling asleep too. Carter just stared at him. If he closed his eyes, just for a few minutes he could pretend that he had the family he always wanted. "But," he thought to himself, "if dreams were horses, we'd all be knee deep in crap." He sat down next to Abby and fell fast asleep. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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Abby searched through "her" cupboards for a mixing bowl. "All I want to do is make some pancakes," she shouted in frustration even though no one was in the room. She had looked through every single cupboard and couldn't find a large bowl anywhere. She threw her plate down angrily and burst into tears when it hit the ground and shattered. "What's wrong with me?" She whispered through her tears.
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"Chuni, did you get the name of the little boy yet?" Carter asked the nurse. "Nope. All he would say was 'Abby knows who I am' and then he looked like he was going to cry so I stopped asking him questions." "Okay, thanks Chuni." "No problem." Carter thought to himself as he walked to the boy's room. He wondered who might know who he was. When he opened the door, he saw the little boy struggling to get himself into the wheelchair. "He let me help you," Carter said as he lifted the little boy up and set him in the wheelchair. "Where are you going?" Carter questioned as he pushed the little boy out of the room. "I was going to see if the vending machine had Skittles." "Okay, I'll help you get there, alright?" "Okay." As Carter pushed the boy past the front desk, Frank looked up and exclaimed, "Douglas! Haven't seen you in a while." "Hi Frank," the boy replied quietly. Carter had been watching with wide-open eyes. "Is your name Douglas? Have you been in here before?" "Can I have a word Dr. Carter?" Frank asked, his eyes indicating he wanted to say something, but not in front of Douglas. "What?" "He was in here about a year ago when his mother died. He became quite attached to Abby and I don't think he took it too well when social services took him away. I think Abby was pretty shaken up, too." "Wow. So that's how he know Abby." "Yea. Did you tell him what happened to her?" "I told him that she might not be able to remember him and he sort of freaked out. Maybe I should let him see Abby. Maybe he would help her remember." "Do think you should take that chance that she wouldn't remember him? It would probably crush him if she didn't know who she was." Carter rubbed his chin thoughtfully before replying, "Yea but I'm sure he will get over it." "I suppose," Frank said before going back behind the desk. "Dr. Carter?" A little voice said from below him, "Can I see Abby now?" "I think so Douglas, but remember, she might not recognize you." "I know that but I still want to see her. Look at the picture I drew for her before." Carter looked down at the picture he had not noticed the little boy holding when he had picked him up. It showed two people standing outside of a house. One looked like it could be Douglas, so he guessed the other was Abby. 'Abby' was holding a big bouquet of flowers and had a huge smile on her face. He smiled down at Douglas. "I'm sure she will love it. Do you want to go back into your room until I get off work when you can see Abby?" "Sure," Douglas replied eagerly.
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Abby glanced around for the phone. She picked up a pile of magazines and found it. She clicked the 'Talk' button and said, "Hello, Abby speaking." "Hey Abby. This is Carter." "Hi," Abby said somewhat nervously. "A little boy came in earlier today saying he knows you. He really wants to see you and I was wondering if I should bring him by after my shift." "Okay, but Carter, what if I don't remember him?" "I told him what happened, so I think he is prepared for that." "Okay." "Are you holding up alright?" "Just fine." "Okay then. I'll see you in about 45 minutes." "See you then. Bye." "Bye."
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Carter carried Douglas to his car because it was too hard to get the wheelchair through the couple of snow on the ground. He put him down on the seat and helped him to buckle up. He climbed in on the other side and started his car. They drove for the first minute or so without talking. Carter looked at Douglas, then asked him, "Are you sure you will be okay if Abby doesn't remember you." "I think so." "Okay this is her apartment. Are you ready?" "Yup." Carter picked up Douglas, then walked up the steps and opened the door and walked up the flights of stairs to Abby's apartment. He set Douglas down very gently and slipped the key into the lock. He opened the door and saw Abby fast asleep on the couch. He helped Douglas into the apartment and onto a chair. Douglas looked at Abby and smiled. "I wish she was my mommy," he whispered before falling asleep too. Carter just stared at him. If he closed his eyes, just for a few minutes he could pretend that he had the family he always wanted. "But," he thought to himself, "if dreams were horses, we'd all be knee deep in crap." He sat down next to Abby and fell fast asleep. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*