Title: Breathe
Season: Season 11
Summery: 'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button girl, so cradle your head in you hands. And breathe, just breathe. Samka
Disclaimer: The only think I own is my imagination. My parent's own everything in my room and those NBC peeps own ER. Anna Nalick owns the song…I don't even think I own the notebook this story was written in.
Author's Note: Something I thought of while listening to Breathe (2AM) by Anna Nalick.
Rating: T or PG-13
She chews her fingernails, something she hasn't done for quite some time. She sits on the toilet seat staring at the small stick that will tell her if she is or not. It takes her back ten years and she rests her head on the wall behind her as she remembers.
She stares at her watch waiting for that finial minute to pass. It's close to two in the morning and when everyone one else is sleeping she is waiting to find out if her life is over. She sits on the toilet seat and leans her head against the wall behind her. She glances at the test again. The phone rest besides her waiting for her to dial Hannah's number and tell her the result. Her watch tells her it's time and she slowly unravels her body. She shakes as she crosses the small bathroom to the sink where the test lies waiting upside down. She counts to three before flipping it over and seeing that plus. She's pregnant. She wraps her hand around the test and grabs the phone. She knows what she has to do.
The phone rings and I answer it quickly before my parents hear it. I hear the sound of crying on the other side and I know its Sam. I bite my lip and wait for her to tell me.
"Can you help me unravel this mistake?"
I hear her ragged breaths and my heart breaks. I mentally curse Steve and tell her I will. She asks me to keep it a secret and I tell her I always will. She says she's going to tell him but she wants me to go with her. I tell her I will. We hang up the phone before either of our parents finds out we're on the phone at two in the morning. I grab the phonebook of the floor next to me and I sit on the edge of the bathroom while looking for a place Sam can have an abortion.
I never thought I would be doing this.
I met her on the corner of Driftwood Drive and Beverly Avenue. We get on the bus together quietly and the ride is long. She has tears rolling down her face and when I ask her what's wrong she tells me Steve couldn't come because he had a gig and he didn't pay his half. I squeeze her hand and hand her the money I brought along with me. She may think he is her knight in shining armor but I know better. She smiles a small smile at me.
When we walk into the small waiting room people stare at us with an accusing glance. Sam just keeps walking and she signs in. We sit together.
"Hypocrites," she says in a whisper to where only I can hear her.
I laugh a little because she's right. They have no right to do so. They're here for the same reason. They call her name but she doesn't stand up. She just sits there.
"I can't Hannah."
I nod and follow her out.
She reaches out and picks up the test. Another plus sign glares back her.