Sorry it ahs taken me so long to update. Been really busy with Christmas
and stuff. But hopefully for the next two weeks I will be able to update
more often. Am off work until the 12th and housesitting with not much else
to do so more writing is called for. Thanks again for reading and please
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The roof meant so much to her. So many memories passed through her head as the elevator doors slid open to reveal her favourite place in the whole of the city. Her wheelchair easily glided over to the edge of the cemented area, the gravel would prove that little bit more difficult. Trying and trying again it just wouldn't go. She eased herself onto her feet and took the slow, tentative steps to where she really wanted to be. The edge of the roof. From there she felt like she was on the top of the world.
Reliving some of her memories from her times on the roof, she thought back to the first time she had found the roof and how its air ad calmed her. She was working in OB and had just experienced a really tough birth, which resulted in the mother not making it. Coming up to the roof she immediately felt better about herself.
Times that she had come up to reflect on things that had happened in her life. Like the day Eric's plane had gone down and she hadn't expected him to live. She had come to the roof tot try and find her serenity that she normally felt. Gallant had followed her, holding an umbrella in case it rained. Gallant was such a good friend. He had really helped her out when she needed to go to Nebraska and find Eric when he had been arrested.
She could even remember that fatal night when Eric's plane had been found and Carter found her smoking her half cigarette up here. He had shouted a proposal that night. 'Why didn't I answer him yes that night?' She thought to herself. And as if b y magic the elevator doors swished open to reveal the man in her thoughts.
"Abby what are you doing up here by yourself?" He asked, his voice full of concern. "Are you okay?" HE asked as he approached her. HE was a little unsure of why she was up here and why she was out of her wheelchair.
"I'm fine John. I just needed to be in my favourite place. Needed time to think. Needed to get away." John looked at her with a hint of confusion again. "I saw Weaver and Luka. Weaver almost balled me out for being here and she thought I had been working at Northwestern. Wasn't she shocked when I told her I was ill?" John stood by her side gently rubbing her back. She had been standing for a while and was starting to get a bit tired but wasn't going to let it beat her. "John I was thinking back to all the times I've been standing on this roof just looking out over the city with so much on my mind. And the one time that sticks out in my mind is when you shouted that proposal at me. I wish so much now that I had answered you."
John stared down to Abby. She looked so small and fragile. "I wish you had answered me too." He turned her chin with his finger so she was looking at him. "Abby you know that I love you and I will love you now and forever. The offer still stands you know. I still want to take you as my wife."
Tears shone in Abby's eyes. She stared into his deep brown orbs seeing his tears glisten back at her. He had so much love and adoration in his eyes for her. "And I want to be that wife for you." She finally managed to choke out. He took her into his arms and cradled her. She had finally agreed to marry him.
After standing for a few more minutes she looked up to him. "John, I'm really tired. Can you take me back home?"
He smiled. "Anything for you Princess." He scooped her up into his arms and headed back to her chair.
The roof meant so much to her. So many memories passed through her head as the elevator doors slid open to reveal her favourite place in the whole of the city. Her wheelchair easily glided over to the edge of the cemented area, the gravel would prove that little bit more difficult. Trying and trying again it just wouldn't go. She eased herself onto her feet and took the slow, tentative steps to where she really wanted to be. The edge of the roof. From there she felt like she was on the top of the world.
Reliving some of her memories from her times on the roof, she thought back to the first time she had found the roof and how its air ad calmed her. She was working in OB and had just experienced a really tough birth, which resulted in the mother not making it. Coming up to the roof she immediately felt better about herself.
Times that she had come up to reflect on things that had happened in her life. Like the day Eric's plane had gone down and she hadn't expected him to live. She had come to the roof tot try and find her serenity that she normally felt. Gallant had followed her, holding an umbrella in case it rained. Gallant was such a good friend. He had really helped her out when she needed to go to Nebraska and find Eric when he had been arrested.
She could even remember that fatal night when Eric's plane had been found and Carter found her smoking her half cigarette up here. He had shouted a proposal that night. 'Why didn't I answer him yes that night?' She thought to herself. And as if b y magic the elevator doors swished open to reveal the man in her thoughts.
"Abby what are you doing up here by yourself?" He asked, his voice full of concern. "Are you okay?" HE asked as he approached her. HE was a little unsure of why she was up here and why she was out of her wheelchair.
"I'm fine John. I just needed to be in my favourite place. Needed time to think. Needed to get away." John looked at her with a hint of confusion again. "I saw Weaver and Luka. Weaver almost balled me out for being here and she thought I had been working at Northwestern. Wasn't she shocked when I told her I was ill?" John stood by her side gently rubbing her back. She had been standing for a while and was starting to get a bit tired but wasn't going to let it beat her. "John I was thinking back to all the times I've been standing on this roof just looking out over the city with so much on my mind. And the one time that sticks out in my mind is when you shouted that proposal at me. I wish so much now that I had answered you."
John stared down to Abby. She looked so small and fragile. "I wish you had answered me too." He turned her chin with his finger so she was looking at him. "Abby you know that I love you and I will love you now and forever. The offer still stands you know. I still want to take you as my wife."
Tears shone in Abby's eyes. She stared into his deep brown orbs seeing his tears glisten back at her. He had so much love and adoration in his eyes for her. "And I want to be that wife for you." She finally managed to choke out. He took her into his arms and cradled her. She had finally agreed to marry him.
After standing for a few more minutes she looked up to him. "John, I'm really tired. Can you take me back home?"
He smiled. "Anything for you Princess." He scooped her up into his arms and headed back to her chair.