The Letter

Jake couldn't finish the rest of his shift. He went over to Abby's apartment and broke down once he entered the door. He then walked into her bedroom and sitting nicely on the bed, saw a white envelope with "ER Gang" written across the middle. He opened it and started to read.

Dear Jake, Susan, John, Sam, Luka, and anyone else who cares to listen,
I'm really sorry. It became too much for me. I tried to be strong, but I don't think I was fooling anyone. If I was, then I'm sorry that this came as such a surprise. But I definitely wasn't fooling myself. I have learned a lot today. I came in to work after just finding out I was pregnant with Jake's child. No one even noticed my existence. I was pulled into a trauma and sat in the room for 5 minutes before Susan or Carter realized I was there. Susan killed a patient because she forgot to act in his favor. Carter, you were right. Femoral cut-down would've worked and saved his life. I then left for the abortion clinic and (what else would I have done there?) had an abortion. (I'm sorry Jake, I got scared) I begged Susan not to tell you, Jake. And I still don't know who it was that she told, but somehow it got to you. I expected you to talk, Susan, so unless you told Jake, I don't blame you. I got a phone call from Jake while I was sitting in the bathroom stall of a bar. He knew. I was distraught. I'm sorry. If you get this in time, I took 59 Lunestas (a new sleeping pill). One for every time I wrote in my journal the phrase "I failed…" So I'm giving you a chance to save me. Luka, John, and Susan. You guys know how to treat this. So, I guess, I'm putting you to the test. I took them with water, not alcohol. Actually, Carter, I didn't have a single drink today. If you find this in time, I'll be with you when you're reading this letter. Thanks for trying, I trust that you did. You were all great friends and I'm lucky to have had you. The one good thing in my life. I love you all, no one more than another. And as a last thing to say to you all before I go is always remember… sometimes you need to run away, just to see who will follow.
Love,
Abby