"So that's it. We're agreed? Regular blood and urine samples every week, AA and narcotics meetings everyday for another ninety days, and you need some one to stay with you for a while to keep an eye on you."

"Yelp, sure thing," replied Carter to Kerry, "One thing though. Do I really need baby sitting?"

"It's not baby sitting Carter." answered Kerry, "It's just so you have someone you trust to keep an eye on you, check your doing okay and to be there in case of another relapse. It's just precaution Carter, that's all. You decided who you want to do your tests?"

"Erm, yeah. I'll ask Abby, I know she's a Med. Student now but I'd prefer her to do it." replied Carter wearily rubbing his forehead absentmindedly as the doors to the staffroom swung open. As if on cue Abby walked through, about to head to her locker but stopped abruptly at the sound of her name.

"You want me to go?" she quickly asked Kerry.

"No, no we've just finished. I was wondering if you would carry out the tests for Carter over the next three months?"

"Yeah sure, no problem." Abby answered.

"I think Carter has something to ask you, so I better be off." replied Kerry before making her way back to the ER.

Abby began sifting through things in her locker waiting for Carter to speak. Slowly he stood and leaned his head onto the locker beside her. Glancing into her face he had a flash back off the last few moments before he passed out. Tensing he coughed, diminishing the memory quickly, before speaking.

"Well, as part of my programme I have to be supervised at home as well as work. It's a precaution in case I have another relapse and no-one finds me, so Weaver says, basically she wants someone to check-up on me and be her spy. So, I was wondering, if, you possibly could..."

"You want me to move in with you don't you?" Abby questioned, cutting him off abruptly.

Slightly nervously Carter replied, "Yeah. If that's not too much of a problem? It's just you're my best friend and I don't really have anyone else, but most importantly I trust you and I know it wouldn't be... weird. So will you?"

"Yeah, okay." answered Abby casually shrugging her shoulders, she had been sick of being so apprehensive about everything. Carter was a mate and he needed her help, and that's what she'd give him. No hesitation, no thought, just actions.

"Well I'm free and you're off shift, so will now be okay?" Carter asked deciding to grab the opportunity with both hands. Abby nodded grabbing her belongings and headed out of the now quiet ER.

Deep in the back of his mind that small snippet of memory which had returned earlier, nagged him persistently. Walking casually along West 31st side by side he couldn't help but ponder that tiny memory which held so much significance. Mentally shaking himself he decided to ignore it. He didn't mean what he said, he was semi-conscious, drugged up to the eye balls and drunk, he didn't have a clear mind; it was just a random thing to say in a time of pain.

Yet the picture still remained in his wallet.

So when temptation takes over, does it cause you to be confused or just tell yourself the truth?