A/N: I'm UPDATING! Sorry it's been a while, I'll try to write ch. 3 as soon as possible. Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 2: Break Down & Company
Carter's POV
We talked a while longer, well at least the things she felt like talking about, and then I left. That was last night, and today I am walking to work for my shift. I hope she's on; even though things are weird between us two.
I walk in and there she is by admit. I can't help but think about how … beautiful she looks and I can't help but think about the last time I felt like this… when I was sixteen and falling in love with her. I shake my head. I can't possibly be falling for her again after fifteen years.
I go by admit and pick up a chart, quickly trying to walk away to avoid any confrontation with her, but she pulls me aside. "Carter… can we maybe… I don't know, talk later," she asks me.
"Didn't we try that last night?" I say, brushing her off. I start to walk away.
"John, come on, please talk," she says, following me and calling me by my first name, something she only does when she is serious. I go into a dark empty room, and she follows me in, closing the door. I turn around. I stay silent, not knowing what she wants and not knowing what to say. Then she says it, clear and simple, "Cristina," and then starts to slowly break down.
I wrap her in my arms, letting her tears stain my green scrubs. "I never… mourned John, I never truly mourned…" she sniffles.
"I know, I know," I say, rocking her gently.
"That's why I couldn't talk about it," she says, tears still flowing from her eyes. I grab a tissue from behind me and dab her face, trying to erase the tears. She looks up at me. "Everything's gonna be okay," I reassure her, wiping away a stray tear with my finger.
Abby's POV
Before that moment in the empty exam room, I never realized how much I missed him. Just being near Carter made all of our old memories back from the good old Evergrove days come back. But that was then, and this was now. I wipe away one last tear with the back of my hand and head out of the room.
He follows, making sure I'm okay. I turn around. "Carter, I'll be fine," I say, putting on a fake smile to assure him of this. "Okay," he says nodding and then turns around the other way to continue working.
A little while after I get home, I hear a knock at the door, so I get up to go and open it. I don't remember to look through the peep hole before opening the door, so I open it and Carter is there. It was getting late and was around ten, about an hour after our shifts ended, and on a lonely night like this I figured I could use the company, so I invite him in.
End of Abby's POV
Carter walks into Abby's apartment. It looked the same as it did a day ago when Carter visited, but there were a few less boxes as Abby had obviously started put some stuff away. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Even though you said you would be I had a feeling you might need some company," Carter tells her, explaining his reason for showing up at her door.
"Oh, well I'll go put on some coffee then. If you want to stay."
"Sure. We can talk," he tells her. Talk… such a dreaded word between two people with such complicated pasts.
As the coffee finishes brewing, Abby gets out two mugs while Carter sits at the small wooden kitchen table. She pours the think dark liquid into the mugs then brings them over to the table, where she sits down across from Carter. "You know you were right," Abby tells him.
"About what?" he asks.
"I did need the company," she says, sipping her coffee.