"Frank, did you see Abby by any chance?"

"She's in suture. I think…"

Carter shrugged. "Thanks."

He checked his watch. Time for their break.

He scanned through the charts as he placed them back in the file. Possible finger sprain, 2nd degree burn, and a stomachache. No traumas, as of now.

He cruised to the suture room. He thought about Abby. He thought about what they were going to name the baby. She thought it would be so cute to have a little John Truman Carter IV. She would giggle about how she could call him J.T. if she wanted. He wasn't sure if it was his favorite pick. It was kind of old-fashioned, and had obviously been done already.

He read the panel on the door that said "SUTURE ROOM". He walked in.

He heard Abby laughing, and opened the curtain.

She was mingling around, organizing the drawers. With Luka.

They were across the room from each other, but they were still having a good time. He felt like something was wrong.

Abby partially turned around. "Hey!" She beamed.

"Uh…" Carter felt awkward. "Hey. Wanna go to lunch now?"

"Sure. Across the street? Let's go."

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They started to walk across the street. "What's wrong?"

Carter turned his head toward her. "Nothing."

"You look like you just saw a ghost!"

Carter took a deep breath. "Abby, are you seeing Luka again?"

She burst into laughter. Carter felt a little hurt.

"It's not funny."

Abby started to laugh a little less. "I'm sorry. I'm NOT seeing Luka."

"Are you sure?"

She was still smiling. She went to hold his hand. "YES."

"Why were you having such a good time?"

"We were talking!"

"About what?"

The patient we had. It's kind of a long story. I'll tell you when we're eating."

"What's with pregnant women and food?" Carter laughed.

"I'm hungry!"

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