John's POV
As I had predicted, yesterday had gone unbearably slow. There was just so much going. Especially now that it was summer. People can do some pretty stupid things, I tell you. It's sad really. Not only that but then we have to explain the family why and how their loved one had died. Obviously you can't just tell them it was a stupid reason and should never have happened, you must put it together, as nicely has possible, so as to not make things much worse. Like it can get any worse.
It turns out, also, that I had almost all my shifts with Abby. Not that she is back in medical school and doing her training, she's been around a lot more. Not that I am complaining. I enjoy it actually.
I can see her walk into the lounge from my position at the front desk. I just arrived and I decided I'd talk to Frank for a while. I'm actually not listening to what he's saying; I've been watching her with a patient for a while.
"Hey Frank, I'm actually kind of late. We'll talk later." I must say I was rude, I'm sure he'll live though.
I walk into the lounge and see her putting her belongings in her locker. She doesn't even look up to see who just walked in. Maybe she's playing a little game again. I walk up and put my hand on her shoulder. She jumps in reaction.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you" I smirk. Ok, so maybe I found it a little funny. She just nods her head.
"Abby? Are you alright?" Something's not right. No smile, no words.
"I'm fine." And that's all I get. Now I know something's up.
"You know Abby, you're usually so talkative in the morning, and you're always smiling. This whole frown thing doesn't suit you very well." I answer, in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I mean look at you, you're so tense. Come on; tell me what's going on. You can tell me anything, you know that."
"Nothing's going on John, just leave me alone." John? I'm shocked. She hasn't called me that in ages. If she does, it usually means she's upset with me.
"Are you upset with me? Is it something I did, or said?" I hope not. I can't remember having done anything wrong.
"I said leave it alone. Is that too much to ask?" She asks me, her voice raising a bit. She must be getting angry.
"Ok, o.k. raise my hands in defense." I'll back off, I'm sorry. But if you ever want to talk, you know where to find me." And with that she walks away. No "Okay. I will" or "Thanks" Nothing.
As I had predicted, yesterday had gone unbearably slow. There was just so much going. Especially now that it was summer. People can do some pretty stupid things, I tell you. It's sad really. Not only that but then we have to explain the family why and how their loved one had died. Obviously you can't just tell them it was a stupid reason and should never have happened, you must put it together, as nicely has possible, so as to not make things much worse. Like it can get any worse.
It turns out, also, that I had almost all my shifts with Abby. Not that she is back in medical school and doing her training, she's been around a lot more. Not that I am complaining. I enjoy it actually.
I can see her walk into the lounge from my position at the front desk. I just arrived and I decided I'd talk to Frank for a while. I'm actually not listening to what he's saying; I've been watching her with a patient for a while.
"Hey Frank, I'm actually kind of late. We'll talk later." I must say I was rude, I'm sure he'll live though.
I walk into the lounge and see her putting her belongings in her locker. She doesn't even look up to see who just walked in. Maybe she's playing a little game again. I walk up and put my hand on her shoulder. She jumps in reaction.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you" I smirk. Ok, so maybe I found it a little funny. She just nods her head.
"Abby? Are you alright?" Something's not right. No smile, no words.
"I'm fine." And that's all I get. Now I know something's up.
"You know Abby, you're usually so talkative in the morning, and you're always smiling. This whole frown thing doesn't suit you very well." I answer, in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I mean look at you, you're so tense. Come on; tell me what's going on. You can tell me anything, you know that."
"Nothing's going on John, just leave me alone." John? I'm shocked. She hasn't called me that in ages. If she does, it usually means she's upset with me.
"Are you upset with me? Is it something I did, or said?" I hope not. I can't remember having done anything wrong.
"I said leave it alone. Is that too much to ask?" She asks me, her voice raising a bit. She must be getting angry.
"Ok, o.k. raise my hands in defense." I'll back off, I'm sorry. But if you ever want to talk, you know where to find me." And with that she walks away. No "Okay. I will" or "Thanks" Nothing.