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appreciated. Now, after this chapter, please tell me if you'd like to read
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All usual disclaimers apply.
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Abby had stayed next to Luka's side the rest of the day as much as she could. He had been transferred over to the ICU, and each time she could get a small break from the ER she was there with him, holding his hand. There had been no change in his condition, and he hadn't even woken up at all. She was really worried about him, but she just kept encouraging him on so he could wake up and get better. 'He needs to get better,' she thought. 'I can't lose him. I need him too much. I love him. . .'
That night, she didn't even bother to go home; she was right by his side again, talking to him as 'they made plans for when he'd get out of the hospital.' Everyone had told her to go home so that she could be well rested for when he'd wake up, but she didn't want to go. She was afraid that he would slip away while she was gone from him and that she would never see him again. Even if the chair where she was sitting was extremely uncomfortable and impossible to even think about falling asleep, she started to nod off as she sat. She wasn't sure what time it was but, suddenly, a small movement woke her up. She couldn't believe that she had actually fallen asleep; what if Luka had woken up while she was asleep? What if.
Her thoughts immediately flew out of her head as she saw Luka's fingers starting to move slowly around her hand. It was obvious that he was extremely weak from the blood loss and the pain, but he was still trying even if he wasn't awake. "Luka?" she asked as she tried to fight down the knot that seemed to be choking her. "Luka, can you hear me. . .?" At her voice, a small groan escaped from Luka. He tried talking, but he couldn't because of the respirator that was still in his throat. "Shh, don't talk. . .," she whispered. "Don't talk, it's ok."
Luka opened his eyes very slowly, trying to fight back the blurriness that were preventing him from seeing correctly. Everything seemed to blend in together; nothing seemed to make sense. When his vision started to clear up, though, and he saw Abby sitting next to him and holding his hand, he tried to talk.
"No, please, don't talk." Abby smiled slightly, trying to make him feel better. "You've put respirators in hundreds of patients and you had never known how it felt. . .? Well, Dr. Kovac, I hope that this is your last time." Smiling again, she kissed his cheek gently; relieved that he was awake. It was obvious to her that he was still trying to talk, so she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "It's ok, whatever you want to say can wait for later. Go to sleep, Luka. I'll be right here." Not once losing her smile, she brought his hand up to her lips and gently kissed the top of it before kissing his cheek and starting to pass her other hand along his hair gently.
It didn't take long for Luka to fall back asleep, not realizing when he doctor came in to check on him. He also didn't notice nor feel when Abby kissed his cheek and whispered gently to his ear, "I love you."
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"Luka, you have to stay in this room, ok? You can't help other patients if you're not healed either!"
Sighing, Luka leaned back against the bed. It had been about two days since he had been let out of the ICU and moved to a room but today he had been trying to leave the room and go down to the ER to help around in whatever he could. His wound, according to his doctors, was healing correctly and he would be able to go home the next day. Abby would bring him fruit or dessert from the cafeteria from time to time, or something to read or to keep him entertained, but he was getting tired of being stuck in that room. "How am I supposed to be in a hospital when I can't work?"
Abby laughed at him and shook her head, sitting down on his bed. "Simple, you lay back and take it easy so you can heal." Her smile minimized slightly and she took his hand. "We all really miss you down there." It was so hard to tell him that she loved him. She had tried to tell him, but she couldn't, for some reason. At first, part of her started making up the excuse that it had been because of Carter, but then she realized that she was making the excuses up. That the man that she loved was Luka, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him. She wanted to, but she couldn't.
Luka, at that, smiled slightly and squeezed her hand gently. "Don't worry, I'll be back down there before you know it. I heal fast."
"Well, Dr. Kovac, while you heal here I'll be down in the ER." Smiling, she squeezed his hand gently before starting to leave the room.
Luka stared at her as she left but, before she reached the door, he sat up on the bed quickly. That, though, hadn't been smart because it felt like someone had just kicked him where the wound was. Wincing and holding his stomach, he said, "Abby, wait. Come here, please."
Abby turned to the door, about to tell him that she had to get back-that she shouldn't even be there right then, but she didn't. Smiling, she headed back to her spot next to him. "What, Luka?"
"You. . . When I woke up, you had said that if I needed to talk or say something, that I could always say it later. Do you remember that?"
How could she forget? It had been one of the happiest moments in her life when she had seen him reopen his eyes after she thought that she was about to lose him. Still smiling, she nodded slightly. "Yeah, I remember."
"Well I can't wait for later anymore. . ." Moving close to her, he kissed her. He kissed her as much and as long as he physically could before pulling back slightly. It was hard enough to breathe on his own; let alone when he was stabbed. Right now, though, it didn't matter. Nothing did; only that she was there. And that she had kissed him back. "I love you, Abby. I love you."
Even if Abby had said that she would tell him that she loved him when he'd wake up, now she was taken aback by it. She had been hoping that, when she were to tell him about her feelings, he'd say that he loved her, but now it was her who didn't know how to respond. It took her a while to find her voice but, when she did, she caressed his cheek gently and kissed his lips lightly. "I love you too, Luka. You mean everything to me. . ."
Smiling mutually, they kissed each other again; not wanting to be apart anymore. They had had enough time apart: now they wanted to always be together.
Always and forever.
All usual disclaimers apply.
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Abby had stayed next to Luka's side the rest of the day as much as she could. He had been transferred over to the ICU, and each time she could get a small break from the ER she was there with him, holding his hand. There had been no change in his condition, and he hadn't even woken up at all. She was really worried about him, but she just kept encouraging him on so he could wake up and get better. 'He needs to get better,' she thought. 'I can't lose him. I need him too much. I love him. . .'
That night, she didn't even bother to go home; she was right by his side again, talking to him as 'they made plans for when he'd get out of the hospital.' Everyone had told her to go home so that she could be well rested for when he'd wake up, but she didn't want to go. She was afraid that he would slip away while she was gone from him and that she would never see him again. Even if the chair where she was sitting was extremely uncomfortable and impossible to even think about falling asleep, she started to nod off as she sat. She wasn't sure what time it was but, suddenly, a small movement woke her up. She couldn't believe that she had actually fallen asleep; what if Luka had woken up while she was asleep? What if.
Her thoughts immediately flew out of her head as she saw Luka's fingers starting to move slowly around her hand. It was obvious that he was extremely weak from the blood loss and the pain, but he was still trying even if he wasn't awake. "Luka?" she asked as she tried to fight down the knot that seemed to be choking her. "Luka, can you hear me. . .?" At her voice, a small groan escaped from Luka. He tried talking, but he couldn't because of the respirator that was still in his throat. "Shh, don't talk. . .," she whispered. "Don't talk, it's ok."
Luka opened his eyes very slowly, trying to fight back the blurriness that were preventing him from seeing correctly. Everything seemed to blend in together; nothing seemed to make sense. When his vision started to clear up, though, and he saw Abby sitting next to him and holding his hand, he tried to talk.
"No, please, don't talk." Abby smiled slightly, trying to make him feel better. "You've put respirators in hundreds of patients and you had never known how it felt. . .? Well, Dr. Kovac, I hope that this is your last time." Smiling again, she kissed his cheek gently; relieved that he was awake. It was obvious to her that he was still trying to talk, so she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "It's ok, whatever you want to say can wait for later. Go to sleep, Luka. I'll be right here." Not once losing her smile, she brought his hand up to her lips and gently kissed the top of it before kissing his cheek and starting to pass her other hand along his hair gently.
It didn't take long for Luka to fall back asleep, not realizing when he doctor came in to check on him. He also didn't notice nor feel when Abby kissed his cheek and whispered gently to his ear, "I love you."
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"Luka, you have to stay in this room, ok? You can't help other patients if you're not healed either!"
Sighing, Luka leaned back against the bed. It had been about two days since he had been let out of the ICU and moved to a room but today he had been trying to leave the room and go down to the ER to help around in whatever he could. His wound, according to his doctors, was healing correctly and he would be able to go home the next day. Abby would bring him fruit or dessert from the cafeteria from time to time, or something to read or to keep him entertained, but he was getting tired of being stuck in that room. "How am I supposed to be in a hospital when I can't work?"
Abby laughed at him and shook her head, sitting down on his bed. "Simple, you lay back and take it easy so you can heal." Her smile minimized slightly and she took his hand. "We all really miss you down there." It was so hard to tell him that she loved him. She had tried to tell him, but she couldn't, for some reason. At first, part of her started making up the excuse that it had been because of Carter, but then she realized that she was making the excuses up. That the man that she loved was Luka, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him. She wanted to, but she couldn't.
Luka, at that, smiled slightly and squeezed her hand gently. "Don't worry, I'll be back down there before you know it. I heal fast."
"Well, Dr. Kovac, while you heal here I'll be down in the ER." Smiling, she squeezed his hand gently before starting to leave the room.
Luka stared at her as she left but, before she reached the door, he sat up on the bed quickly. That, though, hadn't been smart because it felt like someone had just kicked him where the wound was. Wincing and holding his stomach, he said, "Abby, wait. Come here, please."
Abby turned to the door, about to tell him that she had to get back-that she shouldn't even be there right then, but she didn't. Smiling, she headed back to her spot next to him. "What, Luka?"
"You. . . When I woke up, you had said that if I needed to talk or say something, that I could always say it later. Do you remember that?"
How could she forget? It had been one of the happiest moments in her life when she had seen him reopen his eyes after she thought that she was about to lose him. Still smiling, she nodded slightly. "Yeah, I remember."
"Well I can't wait for later anymore. . ." Moving close to her, he kissed her. He kissed her as much and as long as he physically could before pulling back slightly. It was hard enough to breathe on his own; let alone when he was stabbed. Right now, though, it didn't matter. Nothing did; only that she was there. And that she had kissed him back. "I love you, Abby. I love you."
Even if Abby had said that she would tell him that she loved him when he'd wake up, now she was taken aback by it. She had been hoping that, when she were to tell him about her feelings, he'd say that he loved her, but now it was her who didn't know how to respond. It took her a while to find her voice but, when she did, she caressed his cheek gently and kissed his lips lightly. "I love you too, Luka. You mean everything to me. . ."
Smiling mutually, they kissed each other again; not wanting to be apart anymore. They had had enough time apart: now they wanted to always be together.
Always and forever.