AN: Thanks so much to Laura who wrote this chapter during my small case of writers block.
Susan's POV
I'm running up the stairs, two steps at the time. I was already a little late and the traffic lights also weren't helping. I knock on Abby's door.
"Wait a second," she says. She unlocks the door and I walk in.
"I'm sorry I'm late, but the traffi... Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm great. My boyfriend's funeral is in 4 minutes and I look like hell. I don't even know what to wear, and-"
"Please Abby. Just sit down."
"Sit! How can I sit when I'm late for Carter's funeral."
"Ok, just get dressed. I'll be here, I'm not going anywhere. Then we can go."
When Abby was dressed, we went to my car and we drove to the church as fast as we could.
"I'm sorry I freaked out like that," Abby said softly, "I even forgot that you were gonna come get me"
"It doesn't matter, we're all a bit stressed lately. It must be very tough for you, since he was your boyfriend though."
"Yeah," Abby whispered.
The rest of the ride was silent, as we both had our own thoughts.
When we reached the church we were ten minutes late, but in time for the funeral. The reception had already started.
When we went in, we saw Carter's parents and other doctors and nurses from County. We walked towards Mr and Mrs Carter to say our condoleances. When they started to ask personal questions, and things like what his last words were, I saw that it was a little too much for Abby to bear.
I took her to the ladies' room and let her calm down a bit.
"Hey, are you ok?" I asked.
"Uh no, not really. Richard called today. My mother, she uh... she's… she's dead," Abby said between sobs.