Chapter 10: You can't the ER out of the Man
Sirens could be heard in the distance. John could hear them. He could hear Abby too, "I'll be okay I promise. I'll never leave you."
"I'm right here," Abby said, never taking her hans off his head." I'll be sure that that the let me go with you."
"Just tell them your my wife." He said blinking his eyes. "You know more about me than anyone else."
"I am your wife, in every way that counts. In my heart I pledged those words to you today."
"I know you did," a tear escaped from the corner of his eye. "Don't let them ruin my tux love
"It might be a little late for that, but we will get you another one," she said, wiping away the tear.
The paramedics pulled up, "what happened?" He asked looking at Abby.
"He was hit by a car. I have been maintaining c-spine precautions, but he is bleeding from somewhere," Abby said, trying to sound professional, but with her heart in her throat.
"We can take him from here Madame." The paramedic put a c-collar and rolled him onto a backboard. "Does he have family with him?"
"I'm family. I'm his wife," Abby said, waving her left hand toward them.
"Do you want to ride with him, or follow us?" He asked as they placed him in the back of the ambulance.
"Can I ride with you, please. I told him I wouldn't leave."
"Yes," he said offering her a hand up into the back of the rig. Abby pulled her dress up with one hand, and reached for the medics with the other. As soon as she was settled in the ambulance,. she touched John's leg, the only part of him she could reach.
"He'll be just fine, we'll take good care of him you don't have to worry." The paramedic said to her as he started an IV.
John could feel Abby touch on his leg. He knew that she was there with him. He stayed awake the best he could cause she had asked him to. This was the last bad thing that was going to happen to them.
Abby wished she wasn't a nurse. She knew what could go wrong, how much danger he could be in. She just hoped the got to the hospital soon.
The medic looked at her, "we'll be there soon. So, have you been married long?"
"No, not long. But we plan to be for the rest of our lives."
"I'm sure you will be too. He's holding his own right now. All his vitals look good." He said to her, "what does your husband do for a living?"
"He's a Doctor, a ER Doctor."
The medic was trying to make small talk to keep her mind off the length of the journey, "and how about you?"
"I work in the ER too, nurse manager," Abby said. " When are we going to get there?"
"We are about 5 minutes out now." He said.
"Is he going to be ok?" Abby asked, her hand still on John's leg
"I honestly think so, he has a gash on the back of his head, but other than that he looks fine.
"All that blood is from a head lac?"
"I didn't see any other injuries, Mrs....I didn't get your last name."
"Carter, Abby Carter. And he's John."
The ambulance pulled up to the hospital. The medic turned to Abby, "You won't be able to go back with him."
"Please, can I stay with him. I won't get in the way."
"I'll see what I can do, but I won't make any promises, Mrs. Carter." He said as they pushed the gurney out of the rig. Abby trailed behind the gurney. This was a nightmare. Seeing John, and all that blood. She wished she would wake up, in the hotel room, in John's arms.
John opened his eyes, "Abby."
Abby sped up and got along side John. "I'm right here, Baby."
He smiled at her the best he could, "how much longer to I have to wear this thing. I swear I am never going to make another patient sit with it on."
"You'll wear it as long as they say you need to wear it, and you will not complain."
"Yes dear." was all he could say to her. He just wanted to get up and get out of here, this was not in his vacation plans.
"Don't give the doctor a hard time, you hear me," she said as she reached the swinging doors.
"What you're not coming?" He said almost terrified.
"They said they would check if I could come back."
He looked at her, he didn't' want her not to be with him. "I need you."
"I'll be there as soon as they say I can. I'm not going anywhere," she said, as he was pulled away from her.
"Don't please," he said as he watched the swinging door go shut.
The doctor finally walked out 30 minutes later. "Mrs. Carter," he said looking around.
"Yes," Abby said, jumping to her feet.
"Your husband has a pretty nasty lac on the back of his head, and a mild concussion but other than that he appears to be all right, we need to keep him overnight. Would you like to go see him?"
"Please."
"He's right in there, he's sleeping right now, we gave him something for his headache."
"What did you give him, he has a past history of narcotic addiction?"
"Vicodan" The doctor said to her.
"I guess that is ok, but from now on, could you please just give him Torodol, since it is not a narcotic?"
"I'll make a note of it on his chart." The doctor said to her.
"May I see him now, please?"
"Yes, right thru that door." The doctor said pointed.
"Thank you," Abby said, as she hurried through the door the Doctor indicated.
John was tired and he wanted to sleep, but he missed Abby. Abby quietly slipped into the room. John was laying quietly on the gurney. He looked so pale.
"Hi baby," she whispered.
"Hey there." He said happy to see her, "I've missed you."
"I missed you too. Are you ok?"
"My head hurts something awful, but other than that I'm just tired." He said looking at her.
"But are you okay, with everything that happened?" Abby hated to ask, but she didn't want anything bad between them.
"I'm as okay as I can be with it." He said to her.
"You know that I didn't do anything, right?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
"I know you didn't." He said, "it's not you that I am upset with."
"All right, then. If your family comes here, do you want to see any of them?"
"It's your call baby."
"Okay, I will take care of everything. You get some sleep."
He closed his eyes and drifted off, he felt better knowing that she was there.
Abby sat with John, until she was sure he was sound asleep, then she tiptoed out of the room, into the lobby.
"Abigail," Eleanor said walking up, "where is my son."
"He's resting right now. I don't think its a good idea for you to see him right now." Abby said, looking Eleanor straight in the eye.
"Of course it's a good idea." She said, "you have no right to say otherwise."
"I have every right. John said it was up to me to make the decision who saw him, and right now, you are the last person I want to see him. I don't know for sure what you said to him, but I know it upset him, and I will not have him upset right now."
"You are not his wife. I am his mother!" She said looking down at Abby, "I will see my son you trollop."
"Trollop? So that's where that word came from. Do you really care so little for your son that you would make accusations like that. We told them here that I am his wife," Abby said, through cleanched teeth. "And before you get on your high horse, that was John's idea, not mine. I will make sure he gets rest, and you will not see him. And if I have to call security, I will."
"My son will wake up and see you for who you really are, mark my words. You won't get any of his money." She said turning to walk away from Abby.
"You wait just a minute. I do not care about John because of his money. And if you think his money is the only think that would attract someone to him you are sadly mistaken."
"No he will find someone who does love him and not his money, but it's not going to be some lowly good for nothing nurse, who is an alcoholic."
Abby's eyes were spitting fire, and her cheeks were flushed. "Please, just go away, right now or I won't be responsible for what I say."
Eleanor turned and walked out, "yes I know you are not refined enough for him."
"At least I love him, which is more than you can say."
"I have always loved my son." She said, "I just don't show it the way you do. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go. You're presence disturbs me."
"If you really loved your son, you would want him happy. But his happiness doesn't mater to you, just appearances. You are a cold woman, and John would be better off without you in his life."
"And you care Abigail, please." She said. "Don't kid yourself."
"I have really heard enough from you, please just go, now."
Eleanor turned on her heels and left. She would get Abigail out of his life.
Barbara came running up to Abby, still in her wedding dress. "Where's Scooter? Abby. is he okay?"
"Oh, Barbara, "Abby said, hugging her soon to be sister-in-law. "He's going to be ok. You can see him for a few minutes if you want."
"Is he sleeping?" She asked her, "I don't want to disturb him, I just needed know he's okay. He's got you here to take care of him."
"Go ahead and go in for a minute. He will be happy to see you." Abby watched as Barbara slipped into John's room. Just around the corner, where she couldn't be seen was Millicent. 'That Abigail was a firecracker,' she thought. 'John had chosen well.'
She walked up to her soon to be granddaughter-in-law, "Abigail."
"Mrs. Carter." Abby said, standing a bit straighter.
"Take care of John. He loves you very much." She said turning and walking back the way she came. They didn't need her here, she just wanted them to know she more than approved. She stopped for a minute and looked at Abigail
Abby stood there, her chin quivering.
"Abigail" Millicent looked at her, "what is it?"
"I just don't think I can take anymore, she said, covering her face and beginning to sob.
She put her arms around Abby. "You're a strong woman, you just don't know it yet. He will need you just like you've needed him in the past. You just need to ignore most of this family....I do." Abby clung to Millicent and continued to cry.
"There, there my dear." She said to Abby, "you cry and long and as hard as you need to."
Abby cried a little longer, then finally let go of Millicent. "I'm sorry, she said.
"No, don't you be sorry. Just take care of my grandson."
"I will," Abby said, picking up her chin. "I plan on taking care of him for the rest of his life." She nodded, "I loved his grandfather just as much. I don't know where this family went wrong. I will see much more of you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Carter," Abby said.
"Your welcome," She said as she walked off down the hall.
Barbie came out of John's room, "Abby can I bring you anything?"
"Something to change into, maybe. And my hairbrush."
"I can do that. I'll bring them first thing in the morning," She said grinning at her soon to be sister-in-law, "I need to spend a few minutes alone with Kevin."
"I'm so sorry we disrupted your wedding, Barbara"
"Don't you worry about it, just take care of Scooter. He's head is hurting him, he seemed pretty uncomfortable in there." Barbie said to her.
"I will. I think he needs rest more than anything. As long as there is no one else coming by to see him, I will just go sit with him for a while. Tell your husband I'm sorry we had to drag you away from him on your wedding night."
"I will." Barbara said to her, "I don't know, I haven't see Dad in awhile, but I can't think of any reason that he wouldn't come by later."
Abby sighed. That was all she needed. "I will talk to him when he gets here. I don't want anybody disturbing John for the rest of the night." Abby gave Barbara a quick hug. "Thanks for coming to see him, I know that means a lot to him.
"I love my little brother Abby." She said turning to walk away, "I want to see him happy regardless of what the rest of the family thinks, I just wish that I could be there for him more."
"Just knowing there is someone in his corner helps." She nodded and walked down the hallway. She wasn't sure what had happened tonight but she would talk with them later, she had her new hubby to get home to.
Abby went quietly back into the room where John was. He appeared to be sleeping. She brushed the hair out of his eyes, then pulled a chair next to his gurney. She suddenly felt so tired. She lay her head down on the gurney, next to John's hand.
John's head was pounding when he opened his eyes. He looked over and saw that Abby was laying with her head down next to him. He ran his fingers thru her hair down the back of head. This was not the way that he had wanted any of this to go. He lay there thinking of how he was going to make this up to her. He didn't bring her to Geneva to have her sit in a hospital ER, they could be doing that at home.
Abby noticed the movement of her hair. He must be awake. She lifted her head, and smiled at him. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts, actually my head is killing me."
"I asked them to give you Torodol, I hope that's okay."
He was silent for a minute, "yeah, that's okay."
"Let me go find the nurse, so you can get a dose." Abby stood, "Are you sure everything is okay?"
"Yeah, my head just really hurts. You'd think I was hit by a car or something."
"Well, it could be worse, you could have hit a tree."
"Very funny Abby." He said, "could you go get her please."
"I will be right back, just close your eyes and try to rest." Abby sipped out of the room, and looked for the nurse.
He laid there, he wasn't sure if torodol was going to cut the pain, closing his eyes he really wished that they would give him something stronger to knock out the pain in his head and his heart. He trusted Abby, he knew that he did, he just couldn't believe that his Dad would do that to him.
Abby found John's nurse and let her know that he needed some medication. She then went back to John's bedside.
The pain was almost more than he could bear. He just wished that they would get there and soon. He heard the door open and he opened his eyes.
Abby grabbed his hand. "The nurse said she would be right in."
"Thank you." He said trying to hide the pain from his eyes. He closed them again so she wouldn't see. But he couldn't get the image of his dad kissing her from his mind.
The nurse came in to give John his shot. "Mrs. Carter, there is someone here to see you." John looked up at her, "go I'll be fine, I just want to sleep. You should see if there's somewhere you can lay down too."
"I will just go and see who it is, then I will be right back. I want to be near you." He nodded. Jack was standing out in the hall waiting for Abby.
"Mr. Carter," Abby said coolly."
"Abby, is my son alright?" He asked.
"He has a bad laceration on his head and a concussion. If nothing else turns up they will probably release him in the morning, " Abby said, her arms crossed in front of her.
"I know that you might not care for me right now. But I do care about what happens to John." He said looking at her, "I'd like to see him for myself."
"I don't think that is a good idea. His head hurts and he needs to rest."
"What are you saying Abby?" He looked at her, "that I can't see him, or that you don't want me to be here around you."
"At the moment, both, " Abby said, looking him straight in the eye. " I don't think John would even be in this hospital if you hadn't acted the way you did. He has been upset enough for one night. I will not have him upset any more."
"Oh I know you liked it." He said, he had been drinking heavily since the accident.
"I really can't believe what a fine man John is with the poor excuse for parents he has. And just remember, if you ever touch me again, in any way, shape or form, I will knock your block off, and I don't care who sees."
The elder Carter stood there for a minute. "Tell him I will talk to him later." He turned on his heels and stormed off. Abby shivered. This was all too much. She walked over to the nurses station to let them know that neither she nor John would be speaking to anyone else tonight, wither they were family or not, then she went back to John.
John was tired. He felt both physically and emotionally exhausted. The scene's from the day kept playing over and over in his head. First the words at Barbie's wedding, hearing Abby say I love you, to his mother and then to his dad. He wanted it all to leave his head, the torodol wasn't doing anything but making everything a dull ache. He tossed and turned in this restless state of sleep.
Sirens could be heard in the distance. John could hear them. He could hear Abby too, "I'll be okay I promise. I'll never leave you."
"I'm right here," Abby said, never taking her hans off his head." I'll be sure that that the let me go with you."
"Just tell them your my wife." He said blinking his eyes. "You know more about me than anyone else."
"I am your wife, in every way that counts. In my heart I pledged those words to you today."
"I know you did," a tear escaped from the corner of his eye. "Don't let them ruin my tux love
"It might be a little late for that, but we will get you another one," she said, wiping away the tear.
The paramedics pulled up, "what happened?" He asked looking at Abby.
"He was hit by a car. I have been maintaining c-spine precautions, but he is bleeding from somewhere," Abby said, trying to sound professional, but with her heart in her throat.
"We can take him from here Madame." The paramedic put a c-collar and rolled him onto a backboard. "Does he have family with him?"
"I'm family. I'm his wife," Abby said, waving her left hand toward them.
"Do you want to ride with him, or follow us?" He asked as they placed him in the back of the ambulance.
"Can I ride with you, please. I told him I wouldn't leave."
"Yes," he said offering her a hand up into the back of the rig. Abby pulled her dress up with one hand, and reached for the medics with the other. As soon as she was settled in the ambulance,. she touched John's leg, the only part of him she could reach.
"He'll be just fine, we'll take good care of him you don't have to worry." The paramedic said to her as he started an IV.
John could feel Abby touch on his leg. He knew that she was there with him. He stayed awake the best he could cause she had asked him to. This was the last bad thing that was going to happen to them.
Abby wished she wasn't a nurse. She knew what could go wrong, how much danger he could be in. She just hoped the got to the hospital soon.
The medic looked at her, "we'll be there soon. So, have you been married long?"
"No, not long. But we plan to be for the rest of our lives."
"I'm sure you will be too. He's holding his own right now. All his vitals look good." He said to her, "what does your husband do for a living?"
"He's a Doctor, a ER Doctor."
The medic was trying to make small talk to keep her mind off the length of the journey, "and how about you?"
"I work in the ER too, nurse manager," Abby said. " When are we going to get there?"
"We are about 5 minutes out now." He said.
"Is he going to be ok?" Abby asked, her hand still on John's leg
"I honestly think so, he has a gash on the back of his head, but other than that he looks fine.
"All that blood is from a head lac?"
"I didn't see any other injuries, Mrs....I didn't get your last name."
"Carter, Abby Carter. And he's John."
The ambulance pulled up to the hospital. The medic turned to Abby, "You won't be able to go back with him."
"Please, can I stay with him. I won't get in the way."
"I'll see what I can do, but I won't make any promises, Mrs. Carter." He said as they pushed the gurney out of the rig. Abby trailed behind the gurney. This was a nightmare. Seeing John, and all that blood. She wished she would wake up, in the hotel room, in John's arms.
John opened his eyes, "Abby."
Abby sped up and got along side John. "I'm right here, Baby."
He smiled at her the best he could, "how much longer to I have to wear this thing. I swear I am never going to make another patient sit with it on."
"You'll wear it as long as they say you need to wear it, and you will not complain."
"Yes dear." was all he could say to her. He just wanted to get up and get out of here, this was not in his vacation plans.
"Don't give the doctor a hard time, you hear me," she said as she reached the swinging doors.
"What you're not coming?" He said almost terrified.
"They said they would check if I could come back."
He looked at her, he didn't' want her not to be with him. "I need you."
"I'll be there as soon as they say I can. I'm not going anywhere," she said, as he was pulled away from her.
"Don't please," he said as he watched the swinging door go shut.
The doctor finally walked out 30 minutes later. "Mrs. Carter," he said looking around.
"Yes," Abby said, jumping to her feet.
"Your husband has a pretty nasty lac on the back of his head, and a mild concussion but other than that he appears to be all right, we need to keep him overnight. Would you like to go see him?"
"Please."
"He's right in there, he's sleeping right now, we gave him something for his headache."
"What did you give him, he has a past history of narcotic addiction?"
"Vicodan" The doctor said to her.
"I guess that is ok, but from now on, could you please just give him Torodol, since it is not a narcotic?"
"I'll make a note of it on his chart." The doctor said to her.
"May I see him now, please?"
"Yes, right thru that door." The doctor said pointed.
"Thank you," Abby said, as she hurried through the door the Doctor indicated.
John was tired and he wanted to sleep, but he missed Abby. Abby quietly slipped into the room. John was laying quietly on the gurney. He looked so pale.
"Hi baby," she whispered.
"Hey there." He said happy to see her, "I've missed you."
"I missed you too. Are you ok?"
"My head hurts something awful, but other than that I'm just tired." He said looking at her.
"But are you okay, with everything that happened?" Abby hated to ask, but she didn't want anything bad between them.
"I'm as okay as I can be with it." He said to her.
"You know that I didn't do anything, right?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
"I know you didn't." He said, "it's not you that I am upset with."
"All right, then. If your family comes here, do you want to see any of them?"
"It's your call baby."
"Okay, I will take care of everything. You get some sleep."
He closed his eyes and drifted off, he felt better knowing that she was there.
Abby sat with John, until she was sure he was sound asleep, then she tiptoed out of the room, into the lobby.
"Abigail," Eleanor said walking up, "where is my son."
"He's resting right now. I don't think its a good idea for you to see him right now." Abby said, looking Eleanor straight in the eye.
"Of course it's a good idea." She said, "you have no right to say otherwise."
"I have every right. John said it was up to me to make the decision who saw him, and right now, you are the last person I want to see him. I don't know for sure what you said to him, but I know it upset him, and I will not have him upset right now."
"You are not his wife. I am his mother!" She said looking down at Abby, "I will see my son you trollop."
"Trollop? So that's where that word came from. Do you really care so little for your son that you would make accusations like that. We told them here that I am his wife," Abby said, through cleanched teeth. "And before you get on your high horse, that was John's idea, not mine. I will make sure he gets rest, and you will not see him. And if I have to call security, I will."
"My son will wake up and see you for who you really are, mark my words. You won't get any of his money." She said turning to walk away from Abby.
"You wait just a minute. I do not care about John because of his money. And if you think his money is the only think that would attract someone to him you are sadly mistaken."
"No he will find someone who does love him and not his money, but it's not going to be some lowly good for nothing nurse, who is an alcoholic."
Abby's eyes were spitting fire, and her cheeks were flushed. "Please, just go away, right now or I won't be responsible for what I say."
Eleanor turned and walked out, "yes I know you are not refined enough for him."
"At least I love him, which is more than you can say."
"I have always loved my son." She said, "I just don't show it the way you do. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go. You're presence disturbs me."
"If you really loved your son, you would want him happy. But his happiness doesn't mater to you, just appearances. You are a cold woman, and John would be better off without you in his life."
"And you care Abigail, please." She said. "Don't kid yourself."
"I have really heard enough from you, please just go, now."
Eleanor turned on her heels and left. She would get Abigail out of his life.
Barbara came running up to Abby, still in her wedding dress. "Where's Scooter? Abby. is he okay?"
"Oh, Barbara, "Abby said, hugging her soon to be sister-in-law. "He's going to be ok. You can see him for a few minutes if you want."
"Is he sleeping?" She asked her, "I don't want to disturb him, I just needed know he's okay. He's got you here to take care of him."
"Go ahead and go in for a minute. He will be happy to see you." Abby watched as Barbara slipped into John's room. Just around the corner, where she couldn't be seen was Millicent. 'That Abigail was a firecracker,' she thought. 'John had chosen well.'
She walked up to her soon to be granddaughter-in-law, "Abigail."
"Mrs. Carter." Abby said, standing a bit straighter.
"Take care of John. He loves you very much." She said turning and walking back the way she came. They didn't need her here, she just wanted them to know she more than approved. She stopped for a minute and looked at Abigail
Abby stood there, her chin quivering.
"Abigail" Millicent looked at her, "what is it?"
"I just don't think I can take anymore, she said, covering her face and beginning to sob.
She put her arms around Abby. "You're a strong woman, you just don't know it yet. He will need you just like you've needed him in the past. You just need to ignore most of this family....I do." Abby clung to Millicent and continued to cry.
"There, there my dear." She said to Abby, "you cry and long and as hard as you need to."
Abby cried a little longer, then finally let go of Millicent. "I'm sorry, she said.
"No, don't you be sorry. Just take care of my grandson."
"I will," Abby said, picking up her chin. "I plan on taking care of him for the rest of his life." She nodded, "I loved his grandfather just as much. I don't know where this family went wrong. I will see much more of you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Carter," Abby said.
"Your welcome," She said as she walked off down the hall.
Barbie came out of John's room, "Abby can I bring you anything?"
"Something to change into, maybe. And my hairbrush."
"I can do that. I'll bring them first thing in the morning," She said grinning at her soon to be sister-in-law, "I need to spend a few minutes alone with Kevin."
"I'm so sorry we disrupted your wedding, Barbara"
"Don't you worry about it, just take care of Scooter. He's head is hurting him, he seemed pretty uncomfortable in there." Barbie said to her.
"I will. I think he needs rest more than anything. As long as there is no one else coming by to see him, I will just go sit with him for a while. Tell your husband I'm sorry we had to drag you away from him on your wedding night."
"I will." Barbara said to her, "I don't know, I haven't see Dad in awhile, but I can't think of any reason that he wouldn't come by later."
Abby sighed. That was all she needed. "I will talk to him when he gets here. I don't want anybody disturbing John for the rest of the night." Abby gave Barbara a quick hug. "Thanks for coming to see him, I know that means a lot to him.
"I love my little brother Abby." She said turning to walk away, "I want to see him happy regardless of what the rest of the family thinks, I just wish that I could be there for him more."
"Just knowing there is someone in his corner helps." She nodded and walked down the hallway. She wasn't sure what had happened tonight but she would talk with them later, she had her new hubby to get home to.
Abby went quietly back into the room where John was. He appeared to be sleeping. She brushed the hair out of his eyes, then pulled a chair next to his gurney. She suddenly felt so tired. She lay her head down on the gurney, next to John's hand.
John's head was pounding when he opened his eyes. He looked over and saw that Abby was laying with her head down next to him. He ran his fingers thru her hair down the back of head. This was not the way that he had wanted any of this to go. He lay there thinking of how he was going to make this up to her. He didn't bring her to Geneva to have her sit in a hospital ER, they could be doing that at home.
Abby noticed the movement of her hair. He must be awake. She lifted her head, and smiled at him. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts, actually my head is killing me."
"I asked them to give you Torodol, I hope that's okay."
He was silent for a minute, "yeah, that's okay."
"Let me go find the nurse, so you can get a dose." Abby stood, "Are you sure everything is okay?"
"Yeah, my head just really hurts. You'd think I was hit by a car or something."
"Well, it could be worse, you could have hit a tree."
"Very funny Abby." He said, "could you go get her please."
"I will be right back, just close your eyes and try to rest." Abby sipped out of the room, and looked for the nurse.
He laid there, he wasn't sure if torodol was going to cut the pain, closing his eyes he really wished that they would give him something stronger to knock out the pain in his head and his heart. He trusted Abby, he knew that he did, he just couldn't believe that his Dad would do that to him.
Abby found John's nurse and let her know that he needed some medication. She then went back to John's bedside.
The pain was almost more than he could bear. He just wished that they would get there and soon. He heard the door open and he opened his eyes.
Abby grabbed his hand. "The nurse said she would be right in."
"Thank you." He said trying to hide the pain from his eyes. He closed them again so she wouldn't see. But he couldn't get the image of his dad kissing her from his mind.
The nurse came in to give John his shot. "Mrs. Carter, there is someone here to see you." John looked up at her, "go I'll be fine, I just want to sleep. You should see if there's somewhere you can lay down too."
"I will just go and see who it is, then I will be right back. I want to be near you." He nodded. Jack was standing out in the hall waiting for Abby.
"Mr. Carter," Abby said coolly."
"Abby, is my son alright?" He asked.
"He has a bad laceration on his head and a concussion. If nothing else turns up they will probably release him in the morning, " Abby said, her arms crossed in front of her.
"I know that you might not care for me right now. But I do care about what happens to John." He said looking at her, "I'd like to see him for myself."
"I don't think that is a good idea. His head hurts and he needs to rest."
"What are you saying Abby?" He looked at her, "that I can't see him, or that you don't want me to be here around you."
"At the moment, both, " Abby said, looking him straight in the eye. " I don't think John would even be in this hospital if you hadn't acted the way you did. He has been upset enough for one night. I will not have him upset any more."
"Oh I know you liked it." He said, he had been drinking heavily since the accident.
"I really can't believe what a fine man John is with the poor excuse for parents he has. And just remember, if you ever touch me again, in any way, shape or form, I will knock your block off, and I don't care who sees."
The elder Carter stood there for a minute. "Tell him I will talk to him later." He turned on his heels and stormed off. Abby shivered. This was all too much. She walked over to the nurses station to let them know that neither she nor John would be speaking to anyone else tonight, wither they were family or not, then she went back to John.
John was tired. He felt both physically and emotionally exhausted. The scene's from the day kept playing over and over in his head. First the words at Barbie's wedding, hearing Abby say I love you, to his mother and then to his dad. He wanted it all to leave his head, the torodol wasn't doing anything but making everything a dull ache. He tossed and turned in this restless state of sleep.