"OK, Mr. Dalton, is it?" I looked up from the chart to see a handsome
man smiling at me.
"Call me Mike," he said. "Are you my doctor?"
I nodded. "I am. What happened?" I asked, examining the gash on his head.
"Uh, I fell off the roof trying to clean out the gutters." He laughed. "Classic."
I put on a pair of gloves and picked up the syringe. "I wasn't expecting to have such a beautiful doctor," he said. I ignored him. "You free tonight?" he asked. "If you are, maybe I could take you out to dinner to thank you for fixing this cut."
"I'm sorry. I can't."
He reached up and gently stroked my arm. I drew back. "Mr. Dalton," I said. "Please stop."
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"Hey."
Carter looked up as I walked through the door. "Hi," he said, smiling. "How was work?"
I groaned and Carter laughed. "That bad, huh?"
I shook my head. "It's not that," I said. "I was treating this guy and he kept hitting on me. I had to get Luka to suture him because he wouldn't stop."
Carter's face tensed. "Oh," was all he said.
"You're not mad, are you?"
He shook his head. "Of course not," he said sarcastically. "Why would I be mad? It's not like you have a history of this sort of thing. Oh wait . . .yes you do! I seem to remember something about you kissing another guy."
I slammed my hand on the table. "Could you just, for once, not bring that up?" I screamed.
"Well, I feel it's a valid point on this occasion."
"Nothing happened, John," I said. I only told you because I want you to trust me. Besides, it's not like I'm the only one who's made mistakes. You've made your share."
"Oh, is that so?" he said. "Well, none of my mistakes involved me cheating on you, did they?"
"No, but you left me to go to Africa where you almost got yourself killed, you got engaged to a woman you didn't love, got her pregnant, and then left me again! Not to mention your little drug problem."
Carter was fuming. "People make mistakes," he shouted.
"My point exactly," I yelled back.
"Goddamn it, Abby. What the hell do you want from me?"
"I want you to love me. But you can't open up to anyone, can you? You accuse me of being closed off but so are you. You never tell me what you're thinking or feeling. You just expect me to know. And then when I don't you get angry and close yourself off even more."
Carter just stared at the floor. "I can't be here right now," I said and left. I stood by the elevator waiting for him to come out and apologize like last time but he didn't. The elevator doors opened and I got on.
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I got up the next morning and reluctantly when off to work. Carter was just leaving as I arrived. He avoided meeting my eyes as we passed each other in the ambulance bay. But then, when I got home, there was a single red rose sitting outside my door on top of a note.
I picked it up and unfolded the note. I recognized John's handwriting at once.
'Sorry I've been such an ass. Meet me outside the
ice skating rink at 8:00.
Love,
John
P.S. I would have bought you a dead rose but nobody sells
them that way.'
The last part made me smile. I took the rose inside and hung it over the sink so that it would dry out. Meet him outside the ice skating rink? What was he planning? Whatever it was, it had better be good.
Response to reviews -
ER-Carby-Luva - I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about my fic. It makes me want to write more.
Carbybubbles - Carter was being nice. . .but Abby's become fed up and who can blame her? But don't worry. They always comes to his senses . . .and eventually, they stay there.
Canard - Annie is spunky, to say the least. Her character really starts to show in chapter 25, I think.
CarbyFan100 - Annie might start calling Abby mommy later on but I think that it's a bit too soon. Although . . . there is a little girl who calls me mama despite the fact that she does actually have a mother. Kids are weird.
"Call me Mike," he said. "Are you my doctor?"
I nodded. "I am. What happened?" I asked, examining the gash on his head.
"Uh, I fell off the roof trying to clean out the gutters." He laughed. "Classic."
I put on a pair of gloves and picked up the syringe. "I wasn't expecting to have such a beautiful doctor," he said. I ignored him. "You free tonight?" he asked. "If you are, maybe I could take you out to dinner to thank you for fixing this cut."
"I'm sorry. I can't."
He reached up and gently stroked my arm. I drew back. "Mr. Dalton," I said. "Please stop."
****************************
"Hey."
Carter looked up as I walked through the door. "Hi," he said, smiling. "How was work?"
I groaned and Carter laughed. "That bad, huh?"
I shook my head. "It's not that," I said. "I was treating this guy and he kept hitting on me. I had to get Luka to suture him because he wouldn't stop."
Carter's face tensed. "Oh," was all he said.
"You're not mad, are you?"
He shook his head. "Of course not," he said sarcastically. "Why would I be mad? It's not like you have a history of this sort of thing. Oh wait . . .yes you do! I seem to remember something about you kissing another guy."
I slammed my hand on the table. "Could you just, for once, not bring that up?" I screamed.
"Well, I feel it's a valid point on this occasion."
"Nothing happened, John," I said. I only told you because I want you to trust me. Besides, it's not like I'm the only one who's made mistakes. You've made your share."
"Oh, is that so?" he said. "Well, none of my mistakes involved me cheating on you, did they?"
"No, but you left me to go to Africa where you almost got yourself killed, you got engaged to a woman you didn't love, got her pregnant, and then left me again! Not to mention your little drug problem."
Carter was fuming. "People make mistakes," he shouted.
"My point exactly," I yelled back.
"Goddamn it, Abby. What the hell do you want from me?"
"I want you to love me. But you can't open up to anyone, can you? You accuse me of being closed off but so are you. You never tell me what you're thinking or feeling. You just expect me to know. And then when I don't you get angry and close yourself off even more."
Carter just stared at the floor. "I can't be here right now," I said and left. I stood by the elevator waiting for him to come out and apologize like last time but he didn't. The elevator doors opened and I got on.
******************************
I got up the next morning and reluctantly when off to work. Carter was just leaving as I arrived. He avoided meeting my eyes as we passed each other in the ambulance bay. But then, when I got home, there was a single red rose sitting outside my door on top of a note.
I picked it up and unfolded the note. I recognized John's handwriting at once.
'Sorry I've been such an ass. Meet me outside the
ice skating rink at 8:00.
Love,
John
P.S. I would have bought you a dead rose but nobody sells
them that way.'
The last part made me smile. I took the rose inside and hung it over the sink so that it would dry out. Meet him outside the ice skating rink? What was he planning? Whatever it was, it had better be good.
Response to reviews -
ER-Carby-Luva - I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about my fic. It makes me want to write more.
Carbybubbles - Carter was being nice. . .but Abby's become fed up and who can blame her? But don't worry. They always comes to his senses . . .and eventually, they stay there.
Canard - Annie is spunky, to say the least. Her character really starts to show in chapter 25, I think.
CarbyFan100 - Annie might start calling Abby mommy later on but I think that it's a bit too soon. Although . . . there is a little girl who calls me mama despite the fact that she does actually have a mother. Kids are weird.
