"Say bye to daddy." Abby says a soothing voice squeezing gently the little hand that held onto hers.
"Buh bye dada." The words were said as requested, though if the meaning was understood Abby had her doubts; she did each time they came here. It used to be daily visits, even multiple times a day. She needed to feel close to him even if it were a limited one sided closeness. It brought her comfort and that's all she needed. Then time and life or life with a growing infant stole away the daily visits. She had to move on. They both had too. This had been the longest extension between journeys here; three weeks.
"Morning Dr. Griffin." Abby looks over and smiles softy. Amelia Winters lost her son just four days ago in a shooting incident. She is fiddling with some flowers almost absentmindedly. Abby knew what that was like.
"Morning. How are you?" She regrets the words.
"Fine. Good. Better?" They both can't help but to laugh at the struggle of trying to find the right lie.
"Down!" The youngest becomes vocal and kicks for good meature. Abby tightens her hold.
"They sure do get big quite quick don't they?' Abby knows Amelia flashing to memories of her child, trying to hold it together. 'I should leave you three alone."
"It's okay. Did you need anything?"
"It can wait. Sorry I interrupted you." She rushes out. Abby assumes part of guilt of walking in on the assumingly private family affair and part trying to remain strong not wanting witnesses when she broke.
"I want down."
"Fine.' Abby leans down and places her child down. 'Happy?" No answer is given but the steady woobly walking, a task just discovered, with a grin gave the answer. She stands there watching and taking it in. This child, this beautiful, intelligent child, the one she for a few moments didn't want. The one that shouldn't exist in every imaginable way. The second greatest blessing of her life. Who had a birthday…the big one, the first in eight days. Abby knew some were planning a little party, at least Abby hoped it was little. Though with this angel she won't mind too mu…
"Dada." Abby thoughts are jumped back as she watches a set of hands yanking on the bed. She rushes over picking them up and met by screams.
"It's okay. It's okay."
"Dada!" It is breaking her heart.
"Do you want to give daddy a kiss?' A sniffle and a nod. Abby shifts her weight in her arms and leans them over to give the kiss. 'Good job! That was really sweet."
"Seepin?"
"Yes daddy is sleeping."
"Wake up." The tears start to sting. The innocence of the statement. Her willing to give almost anything to have him wake from this coma and be fine. As a doctor Abby knew the chances of that reality kept slipping further and further away.
"Maybe soon. Come on it's time to get breakfast." She pauses for a second to brush a stray piece of hair off of Marcus's forehead. 'You really do need to wake up. I need you. We need you." She whispers.