When Life Gives You Lemons.
Chapter two.
Author's note. Hello reader. First, I'm going to thank you for reading this. It sounds lame, but I appreciate it. I have some thanking to do. First, to Holie and Chocki, otherwise known as Lilliana and Friya, for betaing this, and also for the positive encouragement. If it weren't for that, I probably wouldn't be continuing this fic. Luckily for you, I'm continuing. Now, here's chapter two. Read on.
Disclamer:I accidentally forgot this last chapter. Oops! But I need to tell you that I don't own any of the characters. Or the TV show. Too bad. If so, the show would be way stupider. Even though this is a serious fic, I'd rather write stupid stuff. It's a lot easier.
(Note: This was added later, but thanks to anonymouse, Mealz, Chocki and ILuvCarbyFuzz for the reviews. I am gonna write for the guys, even if it isn't typical. I'll do that this chappy! I'm happy that the guy parts would be accepted.)
(Another note: 4 reviews for one chapter? That's a big deal for me. Thank you, thank you thank you! The way this project has been received is amazing. Thanks again.)
*~*Abby*~*
I can't believe he didn't tell me. Carter. That he's going to Africa. He didn't tell me. I found out, but not from him. I really don't want him to go. Sure, he'll be helping so many people. But I'm selfish, I guess. I don't want anything to happen to him. Not while things are like this. Not ever.
This time, I'm not going to go into further detail about Carter. I didn't do much. Went to work, came here. The same routine. Today was busy, though. Without Luka, we're understaffed. And with Carter leaving, I can just imagine how hectic it'll be. I didn't really talk to Carter. It's hard to work with someone, yet not speak to them. We purposly didn't work together. It's more work, but it saved us from some very awkward moments. Susan didn't try to talk to me today. Last time, that we had a break, we talked. Barely. Oh shit. I know why she didn't talk to me. I'm acting like Carter. I don't want to do that. How can I fix this. I'm such a hypocrite. Hating what he does, but yet doing it myself. Here's an idea. Susan's off right now. I think I'll call her. Talk to her. It'll be good for the both of us.
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Susan is coming over. In a few minutes. To talk. It'll patch things up, I hope.
---
That helped. Wow. We talked for a long time. About everything. What a load off my chest. Talking helped. I didn't realize what was inside before I let it out. I helped Susan too. When somebody doesn't talk to you, or listen to you, that hurts. I know from experience, unfortunately for me. I can't let myself do that again. Good thing she forgave me. What would I have done if she hadn't. Oh, sure, deep down I knew that she'd be fine with it, she'd let it go, but there was the rest of me saying she'll hate me for life. I'm so negative. She's my friend, for God's sake. She'd forgive me. Still, the nagging part of me said she wouldn't. And It won't let it go. Ugh. I bet she's really mad, but acting like everything's okay. NO! What am I saying? I can't do this anymore. I need to forget about this. About Carter, about negativity. Just forget. That'll be nice.
***
//\Luka/\\
Quiet. This place is so busy, quiet is hard to come by. It doesn't matter. I don't need quiet to think. Here, so many memories have resurfaced, some of which I'd like to forget about. But I know that won't happen. I have this journal, I was going to use it as a notebook. Write down the cases I get. But I don't need a notebook. I need somebody that I can really talk to. That won't happen here. I don't have enough trust in anybody to let my feelings out. Come to think of it, that won't really happen anywhere, no matter how bad I want it. I'll have to settle for a notebook. This place brings out so much history, in a way. Not directly, but it's like my history. War, innocent victims, despicable medical facilities, they all remind me of home. Of Danjiela. Of my children. Of my old life. I have come to terms with what happened, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. It will always hurt.
What am I doing? Putting more trust into a book instead of a human being. I can't do this. I'm not good at writing. I'll keep my thoughts in my head.
***
}{Carter}{
I still can't believe my eyes. At first glance, I was stupefied. But reality is sinking in and I still don't believe it. The simplest medicine is all that exists here. Barely any medicine, scarcely any equipment, and there aren't enough doctors and nurses. We complain at County if we're one short. This place is just continually short. By how much? I don't know. Too much. This phrase has been used too much but I really take my life for granted. The fact that we have eliminated so many diseases back home, diseases that still ravage through places like these, is something I take for granted. Money. Not the millions I have, but enough to give my family food, water, medicine, is something else I take for granted. The fact that most kids see their adult years is yet another thing I take for granted. Even though I'm here. Somewhere that nothing is taken for granted, I still haven't grasped these facts. I can state them, sure, but I can't absorb them. Understand them. I take my whole life for granted, even still. I shouldn't. But I do. I take Abby for granted, knowing she'll still be there when I get back. I don't think she thinks of me that way. That's a good thing, I think. But why do I still act like this towards her. I once told her that I'd be there. Always. But right now, I'm not quite there, am I? How can I do this to her? To me? To us?
***
There. Three entries. I was going to write Romano, but, I don't know, I can't tell how he's thinking. I want to, but the fact that I could put work into something that I'm not happy with, deters me. If you want to, I'll give you all the due credit, and I'll include it in this fic. No pressure. Email me if it interests you at happythehippo48@hotmail.com You can do any character that I haven't done yet. Thanks for reading. Review please. They're always welcome. ~Samantha.
Author's note. Hello reader. First, I'm going to thank you for reading this. It sounds lame, but I appreciate it. I have some thanking to do. First, to Holie and Chocki, otherwise known as Lilliana and Friya, for betaing this, and also for the positive encouragement. If it weren't for that, I probably wouldn't be continuing this fic. Luckily for you, I'm continuing. Now, here's chapter two. Read on.
Disclamer:I accidentally forgot this last chapter. Oops! But I need to tell you that I don't own any of the characters. Or the TV show. Too bad. If so, the show would be way stupider. Even though this is a serious fic, I'd rather write stupid stuff. It's a lot easier.
(Note: This was added later, but thanks to anonymouse, Mealz, Chocki and ILuvCarbyFuzz for the reviews. I am gonna write for the guys, even if it isn't typical. I'll do that this chappy! I'm happy that the guy parts would be accepted.)
(Another note: 4 reviews for one chapter? That's a big deal for me. Thank you, thank you thank you! The way this project has been received is amazing. Thanks again.)
*~*Abby*~*
I can't believe he didn't tell me. Carter. That he's going to Africa. He didn't tell me. I found out, but not from him. I really don't want him to go. Sure, he'll be helping so many people. But I'm selfish, I guess. I don't want anything to happen to him. Not while things are like this. Not ever.
This time, I'm not going to go into further detail about Carter. I didn't do much. Went to work, came here. The same routine. Today was busy, though. Without Luka, we're understaffed. And with Carter leaving, I can just imagine how hectic it'll be. I didn't really talk to Carter. It's hard to work with someone, yet not speak to them. We purposly didn't work together. It's more work, but it saved us from some very awkward moments. Susan didn't try to talk to me today. Last time, that we had a break, we talked. Barely. Oh shit. I know why she didn't talk to me. I'm acting like Carter. I don't want to do that. How can I fix this. I'm such a hypocrite. Hating what he does, but yet doing it myself. Here's an idea. Susan's off right now. I think I'll call her. Talk to her. It'll be good for the both of us.
---
Susan is coming over. In a few minutes. To talk. It'll patch things up, I hope.
---
That helped. Wow. We talked for a long time. About everything. What a load off my chest. Talking helped. I didn't realize what was inside before I let it out. I helped Susan too. When somebody doesn't talk to you, or listen to you, that hurts. I know from experience, unfortunately for me. I can't let myself do that again. Good thing she forgave me. What would I have done if she hadn't. Oh, sure, deep down I knew that she'd be fine with it, she'd let it go, but there was the rest of me saying she'll hate me for life. I'm so negative. She's my friend, for God's sake. She'd forgive me. Still, the nagging part of me said she wouldn't. And It won't let it go. Ugh. I bet she's really mad, but acting like everything's okay. NO! What am I saying? I can't do this anymore. I need to forget about this. About Carter, about negativity. Just forget. That'll be nice.
***
//\Luka/\\
Quiet. This place is so busy, quiet is hard to come by. It doesn't matter. I don't need quiet to think. Here, so many memories have resurfaced, some of which I'd like to forget about. But I know that won't happen. I have this journal, I was going to use it as a notebook. Write down the cases I get. But I don't need a notebook. I need somebody that I can really talk to. That won't happen here. I don't have enough trust in anybody to let my feelings out. Come to think of it, that won't really happen anywhere, no matter how bad I want it. I'll have to settle for a notebook. This place brings out so much history, in a way. Not directly, but it's like my history. War, innocent victims, despicable medical facilities, they all remind me of home. Of Danjiela. Of my children. Of my old life. I have come to terms with what happened, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. It will always hurt.
What am I doing? Putting more trust into a book instead of a human being. I can't do this. I'm not good at writing. I'll keep my thoughts in my head.
***
}{Carter}{
I still can't believe my eyes. At first glance, I was stupefied. But reality is sinking in and I still don't believe it. The simplest medicine is all that exists here. Barely any medicine, scarcely any equipment, and there aren't enough doctors and nurses. We complain at County if we're one short. This place is just continually short. By how much? I don't know. Too much. This phrase has been used too much but I really take my life for granted. The fact that we have eliminated so many diseases back home, diseases that still ravage through places like these, is something I take for granted. Money. Not the millions I have, but enough to give my family food, water, medicine, is something else I take for granted. The fact that most kids see their adult years is yet another thing I take for granted. Even though I'm here. Somewhere that nothing is taken for granted, I still haven't grasped these facts. I can state them, sure, but I can't absorb them. Understand them. I take my whole life for granted, even still. I shouldn't. But I do. I take Abby for granted, knowing she'll still be there when I get back. I don't think she thinks of me that way. That's a good thing, I think. But why do I still act like this towards her. I once told her that I'd be there. Always. But right now, I'm not quite there, am I? How can I do this to her? To me? To us?
***
There. Three entries. I was going to write Romano, but, I don't know, I can't tell how he's thinking. I want to, but the fact that I could put work into something that I'm not happy with, deters me. If you want to, I'll give you all the due credit, and I'll include it in this fic. No pressure. Email me if it interests you at happythehippo48@hotmail.com You can do any character that I haven't done yet. Thanks for reading. Review please. They're always welcome. ~Samantha.
