Authors Note- okay so this is the last chapter of the day :D I hope you liked it!!!
I see Bryce crying in the passenger seat next to me. He's so worried about her. Worried that she will drink herself to death one day. He had to deal with this up to age five. And then it was pretty much just him and Abby. No one to help him when she went on one of her blind rages. And now she starts again. For no reason. I reach up and ruffle his hair.
"We'll work on her. I promise."
He starts to nod his head, wiping away some of the tears.
I pull up to the hospital, I have a shift. Bryce doesn't look too happy about showing up here, but I see Alex come out and he pulls himself together and gets out to go with him.
"Bryce, I have a half shift, so in about six hours okay?"
He shakes his head, although I know he's not listening. He's making snowball to throw at Alex. I head in and see Susan at the desk.
"Hey."
I smile at her.
"Hey yourself."
She's paying more attention to the chart in front of her though.
"I thought Abby was off today."
I nod my head. Why was she questioning me about Abby. She never did before.
"She is."
She looks up from her chart and towards the Ambulance bay.
"So why is Bryce here?"
At this point I'm pulling off my coat, hat, and gloves, and getting ready to head to the lounge.
"She needed time for herself, and Bryce is gonna stick with me."
She accepts my answer and I turn away before she can ask any more questions. I swing into the empty lounge and collapse on the sofa. I have a huge headache, and I don't exactly know what from. My hands are shaking a bit too. It's probably the stress. The stress I've been going through the last couple weeks. It's worth it, but its just taking its toll on me. I head to my locker and throw my stuff inside. I head out into hell that is only known as County General.
~*~
Six hours later I am about ready to pass out indefinitely. Bryce was watching a movie in the lounge, probably ready to go home. I quickly throw my charts into my bag and grab my coat.
"Ready to go?"
He stands up eagerly, zipping his coat.
"Yeah."
I pull my cell out of my phone and open it, turning it on.
"Have you called to check up on your mother?"
Okay so I know I just called her a bit more formal, and a bit more aggressive. Not mom. Just mother. He shakes his head no in response. I hand the phone to him, and he quickly dials the number and lets it ring. No response for a while, and then he flips it shut.
"She's not answering."
I'm a bit concerned. Her cell was on, she's just not answering it. And she's on call tonight as well. I hope she's not drinking. I hope to god she's not drinking again. Because if she gets called in, she's going to have to come in. And that means she's going to be working drunk or during a hangover. But I don't think she's that stupid to come in. But who knows. Bryce is looking up at me, a worried expression on his face.
"You wanna go check up on her?"
He starts to nod his head, then changes his mind.
"No. Let's go home."
We head towards the car in silence. He's trying to be strong but he knows what the situation might be. It's barely five o clock but the sky is already dark. I pull up at the mansion and park the car. He hasn't really talked to me yet. I might try talk to him later tonight, but he seems so tired and out of it. I don't want to push it. I don't have another shift till tomorrow night so we might find a chance to talk inbetween then. He immeditely heads towards his room and I hear the door shut from downstairs. I walk upstairs to my bedroom to change, and when I flip the light on, the bulb burns out. Great. Darkness. I can't see a damn thing. I go towards the bed and sit down on it in the low light I see. I still have my headache, something's pulling me. I don't know what it is exactly but I know it's not good, and it's going to be the end of me. My hands are shaking more furiously than before. I can't see straight. I've been in this type of daze all day. I head into the washroom to get a glass of water, and instinctively I head for the bottle that I left on my counter last night. I"m not a drug addict. I'm in pain. My back still kills me especially after a shift on full trauma. I pull three tablets out of the bottle and quickly drink them with some water. I'm not a drug addict. I was. But not anymore. I head back towards the kitchen to prepare some dinner for Bryce and me, and hopefully try to call Abby again.
Bryce joins me in the kitchen a few minutes later and puts his head down on his arms on the counter. I'm making a pizza in the oven only because it's the quickest thing right now for the both of us. I'm starving and he is too. He gets agitated if he's hungry. I grab the seat across from him. We had another 20 minutes before the pizza was ready.
"Did you manage to reach her?"
He shakes his head no again. Maybe she's purposely not answering because it's my cell phone. But she knows I have Bryce and that would be a stupid thing to do anyway.
"You think she's okay?"
He's looking up at me with pleading eyes, pleading for an answer I don't have.
"Yeah, probably."
The answer doesn't satisfy him, but it might comfort him just a little.
I turn around heading back to the oven. My headache's gone and my hands stopped trembling. I probably just need to get away from the hospital and from Abby. Who knows how tomorrow is going to turn out. I still need to talk to Bryce, and I need to know if Abby's okay. There are charts to finish and paperwork to do for the foundation. I need more hours in the day.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
CamilaC- Thanks we are trying are best to make Abby as realistic as possible... Yeah we finished the story yesterday... we have a special final chapter for everyone... We most likely will work on another fic together again though.
smilez4eva(CHAP 53)- Haha sorry... I'll have to read the preview for this chapter to see what was so bad about it...
CamilaC (CHAP 56)- thank you!
CamilaC (CHAP 55)- Haha thanks Bryce rocks he is so awesome and fun to write for... we could never hurt him!!!
CamilaC (CHAP 54)- haha cold showers HAHA!!! hehe
CamilaC (CHAP 53)- Haha I was online and checking my mail whie you were reveiwing all of the chapters it was so funny I would check back every couple of minutes and I would find new reviews from you and smilez4eva.
smilez4eva (CHAP 50) Vacation rocks I am so sad its over :(... Ernie :(
smilez4eva (CHAP 47) YAY!!! YOU'RE BACK!!! I hope you liked all the new chapters :)
AbbyLockhart2 - haha don't worry bout the craby ending lol... or should you...Lol thanks for being the first to review :D:D:D!!!!111
Amanda (CHAP 56)- thanks... hold on though the fuxx could end for a while :(
***PREVIEW***
Have you noticed a change in Carter?" He looks at me puzzled.
"What do you mean? He's not a drunk if-"
"I don't mean that." I say roughly. "Is he unhappy?" Bryce crinkles his brow.
"I don't think so, I mean you two are acting crazy towards one another, it could be that. Maybe your fights are hurting him." He spits bitterly
I see Bryce crying in the passenger seat next to me. He's so worried about her. Worried that she will drink herself to death one day. He had to deal with this up to age five. And then it was pretty much just him and Abby. No one to help him when she went on one of her blind rages. And now she starts again. For no reason. I reach up and ruffle his hair.
"We'll work on her. I promise."
He starts to nod his head, wiping away some of the tears.
I pull up to the hospital, I have a shift. Bryce doesn't look too happy about showing up here, but I see Alex come out and he pulls himself together and gets out to go with him.
"Bryce, I have a half shift, so in about six hours okay?"
He shakes his head, although I know he's not listening. He's making snowball to throw at Alex. I head in and see Susan at the desk.
"Hey."
I smile at her.
"Hey yourself."
She's paying more attention to the chart in front of her though.
"I thought Abby was off today."
I nod my head. Why was she questioning me about Abby. She never did before.
"She is."
She looks up from her chart and towards the Ambulance bay.
"So why is Bryce here?"
At this point I'm pulling off my coat, hat, and gloves, and getting ready to head to the lounge.
"She needed time for herself, and Bryce is gonna stick with me."
She accepts my answer and I turn away before she can ask any more questions. I swing into the empty lounge and collapse on the sofa. I have a huge headache, and I don't exactly know what from. My hands are shaking a bit too. It's probably the stress. The stress I've been going through the last couple weeks. It's worth it, but its just taking its toll on me. I head to my locker and throw my stuff inside. I head out into hell that is only known as County General.
~*~
Six hours later I am about ready to pass out indefinitely. Bryce was watching a movie in the lounge, probably ready to go home. I quickly throw my charts into my bag and grab my coat.
"Ready to go?"
He stands up eagerly, zipping his coat.
"Yeah."
I pull my cell out of my phone and open it, turning it on.
"Have you called to check up on your mother?"
Okay so I know I just called her a bit more formal, and a bit more aggressive. Not mom. Just mother. He shakes his head no in response. I hand the phone to him, and he quickly dials the number and lets it ring. No response for a while, and then he flips it shut.
"She's not answering."
I'm a bit concerned. Her cell was on, she's just not answering it. And she's on call tonight as well. I hope she's not drinking. I hope to god she's not drinking again. Because if she gets called in, she's going to have to come in. And that means she's going to be working drunk or during a hangover. But I don't think she's that stupid to come in. But who knows. Bryce is looking up at me, a worried expression on his face.
"You wanna go check up on her?"
He starts to nod his head, then changes his mind.
"No. Let's go home."
We head towards the car in silence. He's trying to be strong but he knows what the situation might be. It's barely five o clock but the sky is already dark. I pull up at the mansion and park the car. He hasn't really talked to me yet. I might try talk to him later tonight, but he seems so tired and out of it. I don't want to push it. I don't have another shift till tomorrow night so we might find a chance to talk inbetween then. He immeditely heads towards his room and I hear the door shut from downstairs. I walk upstairs to my bedroom to change, and when I flip the light on, the bulb burns out. Great. Darkness. I can't see a damn thing. I go towards the bed and sit down on it in the low light I see. I still have my headache, something's pulling me. I don't know what it is exactly but I know it's not good, and it's going to be the end of me. My hands are shaking more furiously than before. I can't see straight. I've been in this type of daze all day. I head into the washroom to get a glass of water, and instinctively I head for the bottle that I left on my counter last night. I"m not a drug addict. I'm in pain. My back still kills me especially after a shift on full trauma. I pull three tablets out of the bottle and quickly drink them with some water. I'm not a drug addict. I was. But not anymore. I head back towards the kitchen to prepare some dinner for Bryce and me, and hopefully try to call Abby again.
Bryce joins me in the kitchen a few minutes later and puts his head down on his arms on the counter. I'm making a pizza in the oven only because it's the quickest thing right now for the both of us. I'm starving and he is too. He gets agitated if he's hungry. I grab the seat across from him. We had another 20 minutes before the pizza was ready.
"Did you manage to reach her?"
He shakes his head no again. Maybe she's purposely not answering because it's my cell phone. But she knows I have Bryce and that would be a stupid thing to do anyway.
"You think she's okay?"
He's looking up at me with pleading eyes, pleading for an answer I don't have.
"Yeah, probably."
The answer doesn't satisfy him, but it might comfort him just a little.
I turn around heading back to the oven. My headache's gone and my hands stopped trembling. I probably just need to get away from the hospital and from Abby. Who knows how tomorrow is going to turn out. I still need to talk to Bryce, and I need to know if Abby's okay. There are charts to finish and paperwork to do for the foundation. I need more hours in the day.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
CamilaC- Thanks we are trying are best to make Abby as realistic as possible... Yeah we finished the story yesterday... we have a special final chapter for everyone... We most likely will work on another fic together again though.
smilez4eva(CHAP 53)- Haha sorry... I'll have to read the preview for this chapter to see what was so bad about it...
CamilaC (CHAP 56)- thank you!
CamilaC (CHAP 55)- Haha thanks Bryce rocks he is so awesome and fun to write for... we could never hurt him!!!
CamilaC (CHAP 54)- haha cold showers HAHA!!! hehe
CamilaC (CHAP 53)- Haha I was online and checking my mail whie you were reveiwing all of the chapters it was so funny I would check back every couple of minutes and I would find new reviews from you and smilez4eva.
smilez4eva (CHAP 50) Vacation rocks I am so sad its over :(... Ernie :(
smilez4eva (CHAP 47) YAY!!! YOU'RE BACK!!! I hope you liked all the new chapters :)
AbbyLockhart2 - haha don't worry bout the craby ending lol... or should you...Lol thanks for being the first to review :D:D:D!!!!111
Amanda (CHAP 56)- thanks... hold on though the fuxx could end for a while :(
***PREVIEW***
Have you noticed a change in Carter?" He looks at me puzzled.
"What do you mean? He's not a drunk if-"
"I don't mean that." I say roughly. "Is he unhappy?" Bryce crinkles his brow.
"I don't think so, I mean you two are acting crazy towards one another, it could be that. Maybe your fights are hurting him." He spits bitterly