The Unforgiven
Chapter 4
Blind
Where is time taking me
Nothing is real, this is how I feel
And nothing is wrong but everything takes too long
How did this end up me against you
(Blind, by Train)
Abby paced nervously around the ambulance, glancing up at the grey sky above whilst raising the cigarette she clutched tightly between her fingers to her mouth. A cool breeze blew through her thin, lavender scrubs as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"Nasty habit" a male voice called out as the nurse spun around to find John standing behind her.
"People in glass houses" she snorted, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Pretty cold today, isn't it?" he smiled politely, trying his best to make small talk with the woman.
"Go inside then, I'll shout you when the ambulance arrives"
"You don't need to be bitter Abby.........."
"What do you expect me to say then Carter?" she snapped in frustration, glaring angrily at the male doctor. He really was unbelievable at times. They hadn't talked properly in months, he rejected her by the lakeside and now he actually expected her to discuss the weather with him?
"Did you get my message?" he finally asked, the hurt in his eyes quite clear for all to see.
"Yeah I got it this morning" Abby nodded in reply, unsure of where this conversation was headed.
"So where were you last night?"
"What, are you keeping track of my nocturnal movements now?" she laughed lightly, raising the cigarette to her pale lips once more.
"Were you out drinking?" he crossed his arms over his chest and moved coser.
"Yes mother, I visited a few bars, had a couple of drinks, hired a few strippers....."
"It was a simple question Abby" he replied in a tone of great displeasement.
"More like a stupid question!" the woman protested in anger as droplets of rain fell from the dark clouds above. "What I do in my own time is really none of your business John!"
"You need help Abby" Carter shook his head in realisation that this conversation wasn't quite turning out as he had planned it to.
"Oh here we go again, I need help, I have a drinking problem. It's the same story over and over......."
"I'm trying to help you here, it's for your benefit not mine"
"Well I'm very grateful" she replied sarcastically, shivering slightly from the bitter weather.
"Abby I'm trying to make you realise the extent of your problem. You have to admit to yourself that you're an alcoholic. I'm doing this because I care about you. I want you to be happy" he reached over to touch her arm but was angrily brushed away.
"If that's true John you would stop treating me like a child and actually listen. I apreciate your concern but like I said earlier, I do not have a drinking problem"
As the sirens wailed in the distance, Abby took one last look at the bewildered John before leaving for the safety of the hospital. Dropping her cigarette to the ground, she sprinted through the handful of puddles and back into the mergency department. Ignoring Susan's cries that Mr Richards in exam two needed another five of Haladol and Luka's upset stare, she paced through reception and pushed open the door to the staff lounge. Clumsily opening her locker, she searched through the metal cabinet with great determination until she came across the much desired object. A small bottle of vodka. Unscrewing the lid with much haste, Abby greedily devoured the contents, closing her eyes as the sweet liquid trickled down her throat slowly. She needed alcohol, it helped to calm her fears and nerves. It helped her to cope with the daily misery that plagued her life. And it was the only pasrt of her life she could seem to successfully control. Yet Abby Lockhart knew she didn't even have control over that anymore.........
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it's well appreciated, thank you!! But a note to anyone who thinks I am 'bashing' Luka or Carter, I'm not. I have nothing against these characters, I haven't decided if this will be a Carby or a Luby, it might not be any of the two. Abby has a lot of emotional baggage and this is her journey. Carter and Luka are involved in her story, the play important but different roles. I am in no way 'bashing' these men.
So can Carter and Abby ever work out their differences? How will Abby and Luka cope with the morning after? Will Abby ever admit to needing help? Do you want another chapter, well please say, all reviews greatly appreciated!!!
Chapter 4
Blind
Where is time taking me
Nothing is real, this is how I feel
And nothing is wrong but everything takes too long
How did this end up me against you
(Blind, by Train)
Abby paced nervously around the ambulance, glancing up at the grey sky above whilst raising the cigarette she clutched tightly between her fingers to her mouth. A cool breeze blew through her thin, lavender scrubs as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"Nasty habit" a male voice called out as the nurse spun around to find John standing behind her.
"People in glass houses" she snorted, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Pretty cold today, isn't it?" he smiled politely, trying his best to make small talk with the woman.
"Go inside then, I'll shout you when the ambulance arrives"
"You don't need to be bitter Abby.........."
"What do you expect me to say then Carter?" she snapped in frustration, glaring angrily at the male doctor. He really was unbelievable at times. They hadn't talked properly in months, he rejected her by the lakeside and now he actually expected her to discuss the weather with him?
"Did you get my message?" he finally asked, the hurt in his eyes quite clear for all to see.
"Yeah I got it this morning" Abby nodded in reply, unsure of where this conversation was headed.
"So where were you last night?"
"What, are you keeping track of my nocturnal movements now?" she laughed lightly, raising the cigarette to her pale lips once more.
"Were you out drinking?" he crossed his arms over his chest and moved coser.
"Yes mother, I visited a few bars, had a couple of drinks, hired a few strippers....."
"It was a simple question Abby" he replied in a tone of great displeasement.
"More like a stupid question!" the woman protested in anger as droplets of rain fell from the dark clouds above. "What I do in my own time is really none of your business John!"
"You need help Abby" Carter shook his head in realisation that this conversation wasn't quite turning out as he had planned it to.
"Oh here we go again, I need help, I have a drinking problem. It's the same story over and over......."
"I'm trying to help you here, it's for your benefit not mine"
"Well I'm very grateful" she replied sarcastically, shivering slightly from the bitter weather.
"Abby I'm trying to make you realise the extent of your problem. You have to admit to yourself that you're an alcoholic. I'm doing this because I care about you. I want you to be happy" he reached over to touch her arm but was angrily brushed away.
"If that's true John you would stop treating me like a child and actually listen. I apreciate your concern but like I said earlier, I do not have a drinking problem"
As the sirens wailed in the distance, Abby took one last look at the bewildered John before leaving for the safety of the hospital. Dropping her cigarette to the ground, she sprinted through the handful of puddles and back into the mergency department. Ignoring Susan's cries that Mr Richards in exam two needed another five of Haladol and Luka's upset stare, she paced through reception and pushed open the door to the staff lounge. Clumsily opening her locker, she searched through the metal cabinet with great determination until she came across the much desired object. A small bottle of vodka. Unscrewing the lid with much haste, Abby greedily devoured the contents, closing her eyes as the sweet liquid trickled down her throat slowly. She needed alcohol, it helped to calm her fears and nerves. It helped her to cope with the daily misery that plagued her life. And it was the only pasrt of her life she could seem to successfully control. Yet Abby Lockhart knew she didn't even have control over that anymore.........
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it's well appreciated, thank you!! But a note to anyone who thinks I am 'bashing' Luka or Carter, I'm not. I have nothing against these characters, I haven't decided if this will be a Carby or a Luby, it might not be any of the two. Abby has a lot of emotional baggage and this is her journey. Carter and Luka are involved in her story, the play important but different roles. I am in no way 'bashing' these men.
So can Carter and Abby ever work out their differences? How will Abby and Luka cope with the morning after? Will Abby ever admit to needing help? Do you want another chapter, well please say, all reviews greatly appreciated!!!