*Flashback:
I watch him, unable to close my eyes. I lay on the floor, completely powerless, as he points the gun fixedly down at me.
Then suddenly he changes the direction of the gun as I intently watch.
I am still unable to shut my eyes when he pulls the trigger.
I watch as he kills himself.
I watch as he kills a part of me.
Then when I am finally able to close my eyes I realize that I will forever have the moment engraved in my mind.
Forever.
No tears come. Although I am almost certain that they should have, and I can't explain why they didn't. I sit up, quickly bringing my knees up to my chest.
I don't register the entrance of police officers. No, I just sit there until one of them comes over to me, almost touching me, and I whisper. . .
*Present:
Abby stands across the street from the hospital that she worked at 5 years ago.
She stands there and suddenly feels unsure of herself. She feels out of place. She feels scared.
The image of the place had been burned into her eyes, and the sudden appearance of it brings unwanted tears.
She is about to cross the street when Cara pulls on the hand that she's holding gently.
Abby looks down at the little girl and smiles while trying to mask her tears.
"I'm hungry," she says simply.
Abby nods her head, forcing herself to have the courage to walk into Doc Magoos as well.
The place looks the same. She's unsure of whether she thought it would or not.
After getting settled in a booth, She asks Cara what she wants to eat.
"French Fries," she replies immediately causing Abby to laugh, and forget about where they are for a time.
"I know that," Abby replies back, "but what would you like with them?" she asks amused.
Car looks at her innocently and grins back with her own little smile.
*Flashback:
I enter the room and find her alive. For a moment that is all that I need to know.
She's alive.
I don't allow my eyes to focus on anything else in the room as my eyes fall upon her small form, as she whispers, "please don't touch me," to one of the police officers.
You would think that after spending hours with them outside I would know their names, but I don't. And I can't figure out why that thought crosses my mind at this painstaking moment.
I make my way towards her. The officer is still speaking to her saying, "Miss we really need to get you out of this room."
She repeats her only reply again, "please don't touch me." the words tear through my heart.
I crouch down on the floor next to her and without making a move to touch her I ask, "Abby is it alright if I pick you up and take you to another room?"
She shakes her head 'no.' I shouldn't feel surprised, but yet I am startled.
"Sir, we really need to get her out of here," the officer persists softly. I look up at him, knowing that he is only doing his job.
When I look back towards Abby I realize that she hasn't looked up at all since I entered the room. As reassuringly as I can I say, "Abby I'm going to pick you up," I watch her shake her head before I reluctantly slide one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. I feel her tense up, and I feel ashamed.
"You're okay now," I whisper to her, "I promise you, Abby, you're safe now."
She doesn't reply. She doesn't look at me. Still I feel her head fall against my chest and I know she's crying. It breaks my heart, and I cry too.
*Present:
He's seen the normal number of patients today, so why did it seem like he'd seen millions?
Most of the day is just one blur. Carter keeps finding himself in places nowhere near were he last remembered being. That's what today brought, confusion.
It took him twice as long to do a normal exam, he wasn't sure if it was his focus or the fact that he had been there so long. Was he just tired? Could he blame it on that?
He thought about getting lunch and he had made it outside and about halfway across the street when he realized that he couldn't enter Doc Magoo's today. It wouldn't seem right. For some reason, it wouldn't seem fair.
So he stopped in the middle of the street. He stopped and turned around, slightly disgusted with himself.
He wasn't even aware of the taxi that pulled up across the street as he walked back into the hospital, desperately awaiting the end of his shift. Well Susan's shift at this point.
~~
A/N: I posted it as promised. I don't know when the next chapter will be finished, but I'll try to get it done soon. Thanks for the feedback, please keep letting me know what you think.
~Hailie (hailie_jade24@yahoo.com)
I watch him, unable to close my eyes. I lay on the floor, completely powerless, as he points the gun fixedly down at me.
Then suddenly he changes the direction of the gun as I intently watch.
I am still unable to shut my eyes when he pulls the trigger.
I watch as he kills himself.
I watch as he kills a part of me.
Then when I am finally able to close my eyes I realize that I will forever have the moment engraved in my mind.
Forever.
No tears come. Although I am almost certain that they should have, and I can't explain why they didn't. I sit up, quickly bringing my knees up to my chest.
I don't register the entrance of police officers. No, I just sit there until one of them comes over to me, almost touching me, and I whisper. . .
*Present:
Abby stands across the street from the hospital that she worked at 5 years ago.
She stands there and suddenly feels unsure of herself. She feels out of place. She feels scared.
The image of the place had been burned into her eyes, and the sudden appearance of it brings unwanted tears.
She is about to cross the street when Cara pulls on the hand that she's holding gently.
Abby looks down at the little girl and smiles while trying to mask her tears.
"I'm hungry," she says simply.
Abby nods her head, forcing herself to have the courage to walk into Doc Magoos as well.
The place looks the same. She's unsure of whether she thought it would or not.
After getting settled in a booth, She asks Cara what she wants to eat.
"French Fries," she replies immediately causing Abby to laugh, and forget about where they are for a time.
"I know that," Abby replies back, "but what would you like with them?" she asks amused.
Car looks at her innocently and grins back with her own little smile.
*Flashback:
I enter the room and find her alive. For a moment that is all that I need to know.
She's alive.
I don't allow my eyes to focus on anything else in the room as my eyes fall upon her small form, as she whispers, "please don't touch me," to one of the police officers.
You would think that after spending hours with them outside I would know their names, but I don't. And I can't figure out why that thought crosses my mind at this painstaking moment.
I make my way towards her. The officer is still speaking to her saying, "Miss we really need to get you out of this room."
She repeats her only reply again, "please don't touch me." the words tear through my heart.
I crouch down on the floor next to her and without making a move to touch her I ask, "Abby is it alright if I pick you up and take you to another room?"
She shakes her head 'no.' I shouldn't feel surprised, but yet I am startled.
"Sir, we really need to get her out of here," the officer persists softly. I look up at him, knowing that he is only doing his job.
When I look back towards Abby I realize that she hasn't looked up at all since I entered the room. As reassuringly as I can I say, "Abby I'm going to pick you up," I watch her shake her head before I reluctantly slide one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. I feel her tense up, and I feel ashamed.
"You're okay now," I whisper to her, "I promise you, Abby, you're safe now."
She doesn't reply. She doesn't look at me. Still I feel her head fall against my chest and I know she's crying. It breaks my heart, and I cry too.
*Present:
He's seen the normal number of patients today, so why did it seem like he'd seen millions?
Most of the day is just one blur. Carter keeps finding himself in places nowhere near were he last remembered being. That's what today brought, confusion.
It took him twice as long to do a normal exam, he wasn't sure if it was his focus or the fact that he had been there so long. Was he just tired? Could he blame it on that?
He thought about getting lunch and he had made it outside and about halfway across the street when he realized that he couldn't enter Doc Magoo's today. It wouldn't seem right. For some reason, it wouldn't seem fair.
So he stopped in the middle of the street. He stopped and turned around, slightly disgusted with himself.
He wasn't even aware of the taxi that pulled up across the street as he walked back into the hospital, desperately awaiting the end of his shift. Well Susan's shift at this point.
~~
A/N: I posted it as promised. I don't know when the next chapter will be finished, but I'll try to get it done soon. Thanks for the feedback, please keep letting me know what you think.
~Hailie (hailie_jade24@yahoo.com)