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A.N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Sorry these seem like very short chapters but this wasn't originally intended to be posted on here.

Groggily he opened his eyes, the room around him spinning. Desperately searching to see if he could make anything out of the distorted shapes around him he twisted uncomfortably just catching sight of a drip standing close to his right. Hearing him stirring a doctor dashed across from the left hand side of the room ready to interrogate him to the fullest. It was all he deserved, he'd been

a selfish idiot, and she told him so.

"You selfish idiot! Why did you go and do that? Your lucky Weaver understands, if Romano had still been here you'd already be out of this hospital conscious or not! All that work, all those years, all just thrown away in a stupid, selfish grief stricken instant. If things were that bad you should have talked to someone. Anyone! I was here, so was Luka and Weaver and Debs and even Pratt! We're your friends, we're here to help! Well are you going to answer me John Carter!" shouted Abby so loudly that patients outside were staring and Luka and Debs rushed in.

"What's going on in...?" Luka began before raising his eyebrows at Carter giving him a stern look.

"Do carry on Abby he deserves everything he gets. Weak or not. Just tell me once you're done so I can have my turn," asked Debs in a hollow voice.

None of them could believe Carter had been such a fool. They all cared about him, trusted him and loved him but sometimes love hurts. He had been there for all of them at some stage and now they were going to be there for him. Whether he liked it or not, and if that meant being tough that's what they'd do. He needed to come back down to reality with a good hard bump.

Carter held his hands up in a mock plea and spoke to them in a husky, pleading voice, "Look guys, whatever I've done I'm sorry okay. Can someone just tell me how I got here and why I feel as if Ray has been playing his blasted music in my head for twenty-four hours straight?"

The three glanced at each other before Luka spoke in his deep Croatian voice. There was something about his voice which just made the words he said seem to sink in that little bit deeper.

"You were found in a hotel. Drug overdose mixed with alcohol not a good combination Carter. You of all people should know that, you should especially know it's the slowest way of killing yourself. No one suspected that you were going to jump off the wagon. The hotel manager rang for an ambulance and you just happened to end up here in County. Now if you excuse us, we have some real patients to see."

With that he and Debs strode out of the trauma room, but Luka turned back to add another sentence. "Some one will be through to move him up to the narcotics ward soon enough. Can you squeeze through another bag to help wash his system out, thanks Abby, I know it's not your job but…"

Silently she moved gracefully around the room, not even able to look at him, never stopping until her task was done. The awkward silence remained until she burst out of the room and slumped onto a nearby chair. Her head nestled firmly into her hands. Weaver came to sit on the chair directly behind her.

"He'll get through this Abby. He has done before. I know it's painful but he really needs us to be strong. Now we've you got the shouting over the way you can get on with helping him. He needs you Abby, more than you know and a damn sight more than he'd be willing to let on."

"Has anyone phoned Kem?" she replied mulling over Kerry's words, a slight sense of deja vu falling over her, from the time her mother had turned up unexpectedly.

"Not yet," replied Kerry, "Do you want to or should I?"

"I'll do it." Abby said trying to sounds casual yet professional, it wasn't working but Weaver just played along, she understood that Abby needed time to deal with this.

Abby and Carter had been friends since forever it seemed. He had paid to keep her in med. school. She sponsored him through his rehab. They had once, even, been an item, but despite all that being in the past they still remained close friends. She thought that if Carter needed help coming to terms with the recent events he would have told her. She'd have been there like a shot.

She knew how hard it was to fight temptation.

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