Chapter 8:
A few hours later Abby has finally calmed down. She goes into the lounge, only to find Carter. "Hey, sorry about my rambling… I was just…"
Carter cuts her off. "Confused? Yeah I know, and I'm sorry about all of that."
"It's okay." Abby pauses. "We're okay right?"
"Yeah, we're okay. We're okay right?"
Abby laughs. "Yes, we are okay," she says, reassuring him. They hug. Carter wraps his arms around Abby. She looks up at him. "You know we should really talk about this, us, whatever you want to call it."
"Yeah. Um, how about tonight. When are you off?" Carter asks.
"Seven. You?"
"Same. How about we go get something to eat. We can talk about this, us, whatever." Carter suggests.
"Sure, that sounds great. I'll meet you in the lounge then at seven."
"Okay. Don't be late!" Carter says as Abby starts to leave.
"You know how it gets here, sometimes you can never leave!" Abby yells back. Carter smiles, he knows that Abby is right.
Abby looks at the clock. It's five to seven. "GSW coming in about a minute!" somebody yells. Shoot, Abby thinks. I will never be able to get out of here on time. She looks around and spots Carter, who is thinking the same thing. Just then, a gurney comes flying in with the gun shot victim. Abby and Carter rush over. They go over the patient's vitals, and then start wheeling him to a trauma room. "I told you one can never leave this place on time!" Abby yells over the commotion to Carter.
About an hour and one stable gang member later, Abby and Carter leave to go get something to eat and talk.
"There's nowhere to go eat at this time." Abby says complaining. She is starting to get hungry.
"Come on, we'll go to my place. I'll cook something up."
"Are you sure?"
"Yea, come on," Carter says.
"I meant if you could cook," Abby replies, following Carter to his Jeep.