7:15 p.m.
Abby stormed down the hallway, and ducked into a nearby medicine pantry. She crossed her arms over her stomach, and leaned back against the wall. That bitch! No, Weaver was not a bitch. Yes, she had her Nazi moments, but the woman was tarnished to a point. Abby bit her lip. What was she supposed to do? She had waited so long to become a doctor, and it had finally happened. She was faced with many patients a day, barking orders, but it never necessarily bothered her. Until now. Nightmares of her mother's attempted suicide, and a helicopter crash plagued her mind. She let out a loud sob. She was with Carter now. It didn't matter anymore.
Suddenly the door to the medicine pantry burst open. Susan strolled in to retrieve some syringes. "Oh hey Ab- are you okay?" she asked, worried.
"Fine, I just encountered Weaver in a bad mood" she said, as a tear rolled down her cheek. Susan placed a warm hand on her shoulder. "She's just like that" she stated, "but anyway, Carter's looking for you. Should I tell him your in here?" Abby nodded solemnly, and turned her head away, more tears escaping her eyes. She kept thinking about the girl that had cut herself. Poor thing.
"Well I have to be on my way, Chuck is waiting outside in the car. I'll see you later, maybe we can go get lunch sometime? Well, goodbye." Susan exited the room. Carter entered the room a few minutes later. Abby didn't say anything, just turned her back to him.
He hugged her from the back. "Weaver was out of line" he said into her shoulder. She turned and faced him. "I know, Carter." Before she knew it, she was in his arms, kissing him ferociously.
She ran a hand through his thick brown hair, and she backed herself up against the wall. He smiled and carefully removed her stethoscope and coat. She did the same with him. He started to tug on the waistband of her scrubs, when a thought suddenly popped into her head. Her mother was trying to commit suicide….
"NO!" she yelled loudly, and Carter stopped. He studied her closely. "Abby, is everything ok?"
"Um, yea. I just have to- you know- get some air." She said, and left, leaving a confused Carter, hair ruffled, standing behind.
7:45 p.m.
Susan walked past the front desk, to see Kerry studying some charts. "I'm off." She said. Kerry looked up abruptly.
"Alright, goodbye Susan" she retorted. Her mind was still severely focused on young Sally. She had ordered Sam to watch over her, and page her when she woke up. She drummed her fingers on the table.
"And Kerry?" added Susan, interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" she said.
"Lay off Abby, okay?"
"What do you mean?"
Susan moved closer to her, and said in a low tone, "look, I know you yelled at her when you guys were taking care of the teenager. I don't know what's wrong with her, but I found her crying in a medicine pantry in the hallway. Just, you know, take it easy on her?"
This got Kerry's attention. She hurt Abby? Well…she did scream at her. God, what had she done? "Yea" Kerry nodded quickly, "yea."
"Ok, bye Dr. Weaver." Susan left.
8:00 p.m.
Abby blew a cloud of smoke from the cigarette she was smoking. She felt a hand enclose around her wrist, and the cigarette was plucked from her hand, and thrown into the snow. Kerry turned to face her. "Abby, you don't smoke."
Abby stared at her in disbelief, and pulled free from Weaver's grasp. "Do NOT fucking tell me what I don't do!" she yelled, and stormed away.
Kerry hobbled after her, and forced her to turn around. "I can understand why you're mad at me…"
"YOU SURE AS HELL BETTER UNDERSTAND!" Abby screamed. She felt like she was going to throw up. Tears began to pour out of her eyes, worse than before. Her mother, her brother, the girl…
"I'm sorry-' said Kerry, trying desperately to get Abby to calm down. "NO! YOU'RE NOT!" With that, she turned on her heel, and stormed out of Kerry's sight.
8:30 p.m.
Susan bit at her nail nervously, watching Chuck drive. "Have you been drinking?" she asked, addressing his bloodshot eyes.
"Just a few beers.." he muttered.
She glared at him. "Chuck, do you know how dangerous that is?! Come on, pull over and let me drive."
"No! Let me do it!" he yelled.
"CHUCK!" she screamed as he nearly drove to the other side of the freeway. Susan reached over for the wheel.
"No! Stop it Susie! Don't touch I-' but he couldn't finish his sentence, because a huge semi crashed into the side of their car.
