Nathalie returned from surgery. The operation was a success, but it was now
all up to her recovery.
"If she can cry when she wakes up, that is definitely a good sign and it is very unlikely that, after that, she should need any further surgery. However, only time will tell."
To Abby, that didn't just refer to Nathalie's future, but also her marriage. Would Carter ever come around? Well, she'd just have to wait and see.
She thought that maybe he'd be ok after the surgery was all over but he took one look at the sleeping baby with thick bandages around her chest and tubes weaving in and out of her and he folded his arms in a sullen silence.
She thought that maybe the nightmares might leave her alone now, but she looked at her daughter, so fragile, so vulnerable; and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully that night, not with those images in her mind.
Nathalie was wheeled into a recovery room. Carter stared out of the window into the dark night sky; the operation had taken all day. Abby stood by her heavily sedated and delicate daughter. Two nurses brought a mattress each and put them on the floor, then they closed the door and left.
Carter felt so confused. He had taken in everything Susan had said and he was examining it in his mind, now. He wanted so badly just to be with Abby again, but would she take him back? After everything he had done to her, he knew he didn't deserve it. He had pretended not to be affected by Nathalie's diagnosis but it had hit him harder than anyone could ever know. The only way he could protect himself was to see it as just another patient and not the daughter he loved so dearly. But he had taken it too far. He had separated himself from everything and everyone he loved and he had gotten lost and caught up in the midst of protecting himself. Now he didn't know if he should turn back or not, and even if he decided to try and find his way out, he wasn't altogether sure of how to get back.
Where could he begin to get himself out of this maze he had created for himself? He didn't have a clue, so without thinking, he had carried on, deeper and deeper into the darkness. He saw the mattresses lying side by side on the floor and automatically did the defensive, stupid thing he had grown so used to now.
Carter picked up a mattress and took it to the other side of the room. He saw Abby's despairing and hurt look and he wanted to punch himself so hard in the face. But he turned away and lay down, not knowing what else he should do.
"If she can cry when she wakes up, that is definitely a good sign and it is very unlikely that, after that, she should need any further surgery. However, only time will tell."
To Abby, that didn't just refer to Nathalie's future, but also her marriage. Would Carter ever come around? Well, she'd just have to wait and see.
She thought that maybe he'd be ok after the surgery was all over but he took one look at the sleeping baby with thick bandages around her chest and tubes weaving in and out of her and he folded his arms in a sullen silence.
She thought that maybe the nightmares might leave her alone now, but she looked at her daughter, so fragile, so vulnerable; and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully that night, not with those images in her mind.
Nathalie was wheeled into a recovery room. Carter stared out of the window into the dark night sky; the operation had taken all day. Abby stood by her heavily sedated and delicate daughter. Two nurses brought a mattress each and put them on the floor, then they closed the door and left.
Carter felt so confused. He had taken in everything Susan had said and he was examining it in his mind, now. He wanted so badly just to be with Abby again, but would she take him back? After everything he had done to her, he knew he didn't deserve it. He had pretended not to be affected by Nathalie's diagnosis but it had hit him harder than anyone could ever know. The only way he could protect himself was to see it as just another patient and not the daughter he loved so dearly. But he had taken it too far. He had separated himself from everything and everyone he loved and he had gotten lost and caught up in the midst of protecting himself. Now he didn't know if he should turn back or not, and even if he decided to try and find his way out, he wasn't altogether sure of how to get back.
Where could he begin to get himself out of this maze he had created for himself? He didn't have a clue, so without thinking, he had carried on, deeper and deeper into the darkness. He saw the mattresses lying side by side on the floor and automatically did the defensive, stupid thing he had grown so used to now.
Carter picked up a mattress and took it to the other side of the room. He saw Abby's despairing and hurt look and he wanted to punch himself so hard in the face. But he turned away and lay down, not knowing what else he should do.