A/N: Sorry if it's hard to read, this is the first time I've posted on ff.net and I'm just trying to figure out how it works. Enjoy!

2. A Bumpy Ride

The humvee took them out of town and down a bumpy, windy dirt road in an open range. Abby clutched at the hand railing by her seat, trying her best to hold back throwing up from all the bumping and turning. Her stomach was still reeling from the smell of the city, and now the ride was sending her body into a tailspin. "Luka!" she shouted above the engine.
Luka turned around, his eyes widening when he saw how terrible she looked. He patted the person's shoulder, who was driving, and motioned for him to pull over.
As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, Abby jumped out, hunched over and lost whatever that was in her stomach. The foul smell of bile in her mouth made her gag even more and she fell to her knees, her stomach aching.

"It's okay Abby.just take deep breaths," Luka soothed, coming around and patting her back.
"That's how I got like this in the first place," Abby mumbled.
Luka pulled a bottle of water out of his backpack and handed it to her.
Abby took a drink, and then spit it out to rinse her mouth, then took a short sip.
"You all right?"
Abby nodded. "It's just the smell,"
"Deep breaths," Luka said, looking up at the sky, as gray clouds began to form overhead.
Abby rolled her eyes and took another sip as silence enveloped them. "Do you think he's okay?" Abby asked quietly, fiddling with the bottle cap.

Luka was silent, as he gazed at the sky, and then down at the ground. "I pray he is,"
Abby sighed. "For those who aren't religious," she scoffed.
Luka looked at Abby, and reached forward, brushing her hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear. "We'll find him," he said firmly.
Abby smiled weakly and accepted the hand offered to her as the both got to their feet.
"She all right?" their driver, whom Abby hadn't even met yet, asked.
"She's just getting used to the country's smells," Luka informed, helping Abby back into the vehicle, he climbed into the backseat, as well, and then nodded for the driver to continue.

Another 20 minutes of driving, and a whole bottle of water later, they came to a smaller village. As they approached it, Abby could see little kids scattered everywhere. They were dirty and skinny, flies buzzed around them, and they were either seating, or lying on the ground with very little clothes on and no shoes. Mother's with baskets on at their sides or on their heads, filled with food or dirty clothes, being taken to wash, walked slowly among the streets, depressed looks on their faces to match the children. The smell was even worse than the town they had landed in, Luka looked at Abby, but she couldn't take her eyes of the children that looked so close to death. She couldn't help but realize there were so many more people who needed doctors and nurses in the world, than what they received at County, and that just was one city, and one hospital in the midst of more than 3.
They came to stop in front of an adobe building. Abby slung her backpack over her shoulder and followed Luka inside. People were everywhere, laying on cots or on the dirt floor, some were coughing, some looked like they had a fever, and some looked just about dead. White people, speaking French, hurried to and from the people, checking their temperature and administering the precious medicine.
"This is a clinic.one of the closest ones.for miles," Luka said as they followed their driver straight through the clinic and into a back room. Two men , decked in a white lab coats, sat at a table drinking a bottle of water, a flickering light bulb was the only light in the room, making it dimly lit. Abby could barely make out the faces of the two doctors as they turned towards them.
"Luka!" one of the men greeted, getting to his feet, he embraced Luka in a firm hug and then pulled back.
"Paul.how have things been?" Luka asked.
Abby stood right behind him, as the man began to rattle off stats of the clinic and how well they were doing. She couldn't help but think if they were doing so well, why the heck couldn't they get a new light bulb for the room or fans for out with the patients or maybe even cots so they wouldn't have to sleep on the floor.
"And.who is your lady friend?" Paul asked, putting on a flashy smile as he extended his hand towards Abby.
"This is a colleague of mine, back in the states, Abby. Abby this is Paul, one of the doctors here,"
Abby shook his hand and nodded a 'hello'.
"Pleasure to meet you Abby.we don't' see many girls, except for those that were born here-"
"Paul," Luka said in warning tone. "Is the plane ready?"
Paul let out a laugh and held up his hands as in surrender. "Yup, sure is.Benny is waiting for ya outside,"
"Thank-you. Abby," Luka ushered her ahead as they went out a backdoor, coming out to a clearing where a small plane was tied down. Benny, their pilot, looked to be about in his early, mid, twenties, as they spotted him under the plane checking the engine.
"Luka, what about our suitcases?" Abby asked, as they walked towards the plane.
"Not enough room on the plane,"