Déjà-Vous

"Abby?" Jake rubbed his eyes trying to make the ghost leave… but it didn't. Then one more sentence was all he needed to believe it.
"They need you in Trauma 1, Abby! This isn't a—"
He needed not hear anymore. He spun back around to Abby to get another look, then ran ecstatically into the lounge where he fell into pieces crying on the couch. Tears of joy? Sadness? Fear? Confusion?

Hours later, Sam approached Jake to ask him if he knew where Abby was. A gleaming smile left his mouth at the sound of her name, so he couldn't really make sense of what was happening.
"No, sorry." Was all he could make out.

After what had seemed to be the longest, strangest day every, Jake was walking out of the lounge on his way home. But before he could make it to the door, Carter was behind him yelling.
"How could you do that?"
Jake was confused, but figured Carter was talking to him, so he turned around.
"Do what?"
"Did you make her do it? Did you get scared that you'd get in trouble? Did you decide you weren't ready? Or did you just decide you don't love her?"
Jake, still confused as to where this was all coming from, responded "What are you talking about? Love who? Abby?"
"Yes, Abby!"
"I really don't know what you're talking about."
"If you love her, then great, you can have her. But don't go making her have an abortion. If you love her, then show it."
What is happening? "Abby's pregnant"
"Not anymore!"
She was pregnant? "What! You mean she had an abortion?"
Carter was no longer angry, but, instead, just as confused as Jake.
"You mean you didn't know about this?"
Um… um… um… um… "No I didn't know… um I have to go… I'll see you tomorrow."
Jake ran out the door before he could even finish his sentence. After vomiting in the ambulance bay, Jake called Abby's apartment.
"Hi. It's Abby. Leave me a message."
He hung up and dialed her cell phone. It stopped ringing but the only proof anyone was there was the occasional inhale followed by a sob.
"Abby?"
Another sob, but no answer.
"Sweetie… you had an abortion?"
The crying stopped, along with the breathing. Then the line went dead.
"Sweetie? Are you there? Abby?"
The only reply was the monotonous buzz of emptiness. Jake sat down to think, and remembered earlier that morning with the 27 El victims. It had happened before. Then he realized he had the same conversation with Carter yesterday. That was when it struck him. Today was exactly like yesterday. Or maybe yesterday didn't happen, but instead he already saw today. If that were true, Abby was going to die soon.