A/N: Ok. This is probably the longest chapter I write but oh well. And I wanna thank EVERYONE who has been reviewing my fic. THANX!

"What!"

"Today…R-Richard called…she's d-dead," she said crying even harder

"Oh my God," Susan said more to herself than to Abby.

"Um, we should get you home."

"O-okay."

Susan waited for Abby while she 'cleaned herself up' before they went back out into the church.

Susan went over to the rest of the ER staff to say goodbye, but Abby just walked out to Susan's car.

"What's wrong with her?" Pratt asked Susan.

"Greg!" Jing-Mei frowned.

"Oops," he said, "Well, I mean other than all of this."

"Um…I'll tell you later," she answered unsure if Abby wanted anyone to know.

"Okay?" he sad suspiciously, "Bye!"

Susan walked out to the parking lot to find Abby yelling at the car.

"Whoa!" Susan said grabbing Abby's arm before she hit the car. "What has the car ever done to you?"

"The damn door won't open!" she said frustrated.

"Try turning the key to the left." (A/N: hehe…I do that a lot)

"Oh", she said embarrassed, "Sorry."

"Hey, it's okay."

"My life totally sucks," Abby said once they started driving down back to her apartment, "I…I wish I was dead."

Susan hit the brakes almost immediately.

She looked at Abby with pity and disappointment in her eyes.

"Hey," she said more harshly than intended, "You don't wanna die Abby."

"Yes I do," she said in a whisper.

"I know that this week has been very hard but everyone goes through something like this at least once in their life."

"Then what's the point of living?"

"Abby, listen to me!" she said shaking the woman's shoulders slightly, "There are a lot of people who care about you and wouldn't wan you to die."

"Yeah, like who?"

"ME, ABBY ME!" she yelled, "I CARE ABOUT YOU AND I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU GET HURT!"

Abby now had tears in her eyes. She just looked blankly at Susan.

"I care," Susan repeated softly this time.

She let go of Abby and started driving again. The rest of the ride to Abby's was silent. Once they got home, Abby said that she had to go to the bathroom and raced upstairs. Susan knew better than to leave Abby alone so she waited outside the door.

Abby looked around the bathroom and noticed that all of John's things were still scattered out on the sink counter. She sad down on the floor and started sobbing. Of course she forgot to lock the door so Susan ran into the room.

"Shhh," she tried to comfort Abby who was now shaking, "It's okay Abby, it's okay."

An hour later, Abby finally stopped crying and was now sleeping on the couch while Susan sat on the floor watching Fear Factor.

Why Abby? Susan thought to herself. She's such a nice person and she's already gone through a lot. Now this. It's not fair at all.

Abby sat up with a jerk. Still trying to wake up, she rubbed her eyes and looked to see where Susan was.

"Susan?" she asked groggily.

Then she spotted her on the floor.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Then headed toward the window.