The cab carried Luka from the airport in the pouring rain, as familiar places and buildings went past. It was half past nine, and Luka couldn't work out how long ago he'd left Croatia. He did know that he hadn't slept. But he wasn't tired. His body was alive and restless, desperate to get to his destination.
He didn't realise they'd stopped until the flashing light of a siren flickered in the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw a long line of cars stretching down the road. It looked like there'd been an accident. Luka sighed and looked at the road. He wasn't too far from where he was headed.
'I'll walk from here.' He said to the cab driver, passing money through the window to the driver.
Luka opened the door and stepped out into the pouring rain. There was nothing like rain in Chicago. It seemed to pour down in ceaseless torrents, even in the middle of June.
He sent off down the street, his clothes already wet through, his shirt clinging to his body. Luka's hair was longer than it had been when he'd left, and his fringe was just falling into his eyes, weighed down by the water. The bag on his shoulder was probably wet through, the clothes inside already wet.
He walked quickly down the route he knew like the back of his hand. Soon bright lights announced his destination and he walked quickly into the ambulance bay. It was deserted. No one wanted to be outside in this weather.
Luka headed straight into admit and right up to nurse at the window.
'Sir can I help you?' She asked. Before he could answer, someone called his name behind him.
'Luka?' He turned to see Susan by the security doors. 'What are you doing here?' He walked over to her.
'I had to come. I had to see her.' He said. Susan looked at him for a moment, then pushed the code into the security lock.
'She's in the lounge.' She said. Luka smiled at her.
'Thanks.' He hurried off towards the lounge.
His heart was pounding, his mouth dry. Carter called over at him while he passed, and Luka waved at him in reply. The door to the lounge was coming closer each second.
He finally reached it and looked in through the window. The door was ajar and made no sound as he pushed it open. They'd rearranged the furniture, and Abby was sitting in an armchair with her back to him, a book in her hands. The rest of the room was empty and dark. He stepped forward slightly and pushed the door closed quietly behind him.
'Hey.' He said quietly. Abby whipped around and looked at him.
'Oh my God.' She said quietly, jumping up from her seat. He suddenly realised what he must look like, soaking wet, tired, unshaven. They stood there staring at each other for a few moments. He felt her eyes gazing into his own, searching, remembering. He could see her eyes glistening as they roamed over his face.
It seemed like an eternity, lost in each other's eyes. Something suddenly clicked. They fell into each other's arms, holding on tightly as though they'd never let go. Abby felt his heart beating against hers, heard his slow, peaceful breathing. She lifted her face to his, gazing into his eyes for a moment, then pressing her mouth softly against his.
She couldn't believe this had happened. She thought he'd gone forever. She buried her face in the wet material of his shirt, urging herself not to cry.
'I love you.' Luka whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.
'I love you too.' She replied. She kissed him gently again, her whole body set on fire. 'Please don't leave me again.' She whispered, laying her head on his chest.
'I won't. I promise.' He replied, tightening his arms around her shoulders.
Is that it? Does it end like that? Tune in tomorrow to find out. Or maybe not. I may do it tonight I don't know. Just spoiled the mystery didn't I? PS, thanks to every one who reviewed, and on my next fic, I'll try to use more American grammar, I promise.
