To Shadow Spade and All Readers: Longer Chapter here, apon a request. Don't worry, more will come later, and a long awaited talk between our two favorite characters.
Chapter 7: Wishing and Wondering
What was she doing here? Carter wondered. She wouldn't have just come. He knew that, she wouldn't just come. Especially, why now? Why come now, why not when he left the first time. It made no sense to him.
Carter remember when they were on the roof, when she got so mad at him for saying he was going. Now she followed him, it made no sense. This isn't the same Abby he knew. Well that he already knew. He found that out when he came back the second time.
She had gone back to med school. She was so different. So confident, she was a different person then he knew. She no longer seemed afraid. She acted as if nothing could touch her. She wasn't Abby: sad, depressed, always looking at the bad side of things. She had become, Abby: smart, happy, self sufficient, everything going for her.
This was the Abby he know knew. They had switch places, she had everything going for her, him, he was sinking. So why was she here? Why?
Carter didn't know, he couldn't figure it out. He had spent the day watching her. She seemed so relaxed, so at ease with all that was around her. He knew the pain and suffering affected her, he could see it in ways that other people couldn't. The years he had spent with her, helped him to see the small things, that showed her emotions. Without these, he would have never known.
Carter could see it. But it was hard to see, she seemed to fit in right away. Everything seemed to flow for her. All the other doctors and nurses were impressed. They had pressed Carter for information about her, but he hadn't said anything really.
Carter watched her from across the table. He was finishing his dinner, while she was sitting with the rest of the women. They were all talking about their homes.
"I grew up with my mother and brother....." Carter heard her say. He didn't have to listen to the story. He knew it, he knew it too well. He knew so much about her, and yet, he knew so little.
Why was she here. The question still haunted him. He got up from where he was sitting, growing tired of the food that was in front of him, barely touched.
He walked behind all the women, watching them, their expressions, as she told them. Watching her face, looking unmoved by everything she was telling. But Carter knew, he could see it, he could see inside of her eyes. She was tired of telling this story, she was tired of the sympathy she got for it.
Carter was now standing behind a tree, in the shadows, so no one could see him. But he was still watching, he was watching all the women now, especially Abby.
They were gossiping again. Abby told them some about Luka, she had never told them about him and her though. Carter noticed that. She had left out everything that had connected them, only saying they worked together.
"Did you hear about Carter and Kem." One woman said, after glancing at the table noticing that Carter had left.
Carter ears pricked up at this. He had known the woman had gossiped about them, but he had never actually heard what they said. He looked at Abby again, who at the sound of Kem, suddenly grew quiet.
He watched her, not smiling, not frowning, just listening as all the women talked about him and Kem. How they had seen her when she was pregnant. They saw her recently, and she had told them how the baby had died, how Carter and her had gone different ways. Carter watched Abby as they talked about how great of a couple they had been.
But in her eyes, Carter saw, there was something else, something he couldn't read. Before he had a chance to really see it, Abby stood up. She excused herself, to go to sleep. Claiming the jet lag was getting to her. Carter watched her as she got up, keeping her head down as she walked to the rooms they were sleeping in.
Carter realized he wanted to go to her. He wanted to look into her eyes and see what that look had been. Was she hurt, was she sad, mad, he couldn't tell. He wanted to hold her, hug her.
Suddenly Carter was the one who was sad. He was the one who needed to comfort, the hugs. He wasn't Abby, no, he needed her. He wanted to cry into her shoulder. He wanted to apologize for everything.
Carter took a step from behind the tree, glancing back to the other women. They were still gossiping, then he looked up again, Abby was gone. She had gone inside already.
Just as well, Carter thought, she didn't come here for me.
Chapter 7: Wishing and Wondering
What was she doing here? Carter wondered. She wouldn't have just come. He knew that, she wouldn't just come. Especially, why now? Why come now, why not when he left the first time. It made no sense to him.
Carter remember when they were on the roof, when she got so mad at him for saying he was going. Now she followed him, it made no sense. This isn't the same Abby he knew. Well that he already knew. He found that out when he came back the second time.
She had gone back to med school. She was so different. So confident, she was a different person then he knew. She no longer seemed afraid. She acted as if nothing could touch her. She wasn't Abby: sad, depressed, always looking at the bad side of things. She had become, Abby: smart, happy, self sufficient, everything going for her.
This was the Abby he know knew. They had switch places, she had everything going for her, him, he was sinking. So why was she here? Why?
Carter didn't know, he couldn't figure it out. He had spent the day watching her. She seemed so relaxed, so at ease with all that was around her. He knew the pain and suffering affected her, he could see it in ways that other people couldn't. The years he had spent with her, helped him to see the small things, that showed her emotions. Without these, he would have never known.
Carter could see it. But it was hard to see, she seemed to fit in right away. Everything seemed to flow for her. All the other doctors and nurses were impressed. They had pressed Carter for information about her, but he hadn't said anything really.
Carter watched her from across the table. He was finishing his dinner, while she was sitting with the rest of the women. They were all talking about their homes.
"I grew up with my mother and brother....." Carter heard her say. He didn't have to listen to the story. He knew it, he knew it too well. He knew so much about her, and yet, he knew so little.
Why was she here. The question still haunted him. He got up from where he was sitting, growing tired of the food that was in front of him, barely touched.
He walked behind all the women, watching them, their expressions, as she told them. Watching her face, looking unmoved by everything she was telling. But Carter knew, he could see it, he could see inside of her eyes. She was tired of telling this story, she was tired of the sympathy she got for it.
Carter was now standing behind a tree, in the shadows, so no one could see him. But he was still watching, he was watching all the women now, especially Abby.
They were gossiping again. Abby told them some about Luka, she had never told them about him and her though. Carter noticed that. She had left out everything that had connected them, only saying they worked together.
"Did you hear about Carter and Kem." One woman said, after glancing at the table noticing that Carter had left.
Carter ears pricked up at this. He had known the woman had gossiped about them, but he had never actually heard what they said. He looked at Abby again, who at the sound of Kem, suddenly grew quiet.
He watched her, not smiling, not frowning, just listening as all the women talked about him and Kem. How they had seen her when she was pregnant. They saw her recently, and she had told them how the baby had died, how Carter and her had gone different ways. Carter watched Abby as they talked about how great of a couple they had been.
But in her eyes, Carter saw, there was something else, something he couldn't read. Before he had a chance to really see it, Abby stood up. She excused herself, to go to sleep. Claiming the jet lag was getting to her. Carter watched her as she got up, keeping her head down as she walked to the rooms they were sleeping in.
Carter realized he wanted to go to her. He wanted to look into her eyes and see what that look had been. Was she hurt, was she sad, mad, he couldn't tell. He wanted to hold her, hug her.
Suddenly Carter was the one who was sad. He was the one who needed to comfort, the hugs. He wasn't Abby, no, he needed her. He wanted to cry into her shoulder. He wanted to apologize for everything.
Carter took a step from behind the tree, glancing back to the other women. They were still gossiping, then he looked up again, Abby was gone. She had gone inside already.
Just as well, Carter thought, she didn't come here for me.