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Post by anna982 on Jun 26, 2006 3:39:47 GMT 10
[glow=red,2,300]Update again soon[/glow]
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Post by *Natalie* on Jun 26, 2006 5:32:29 GMT 10
Great update! More soon please natalie x
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Post by zelda on Jun 26, 2006 6:49:51 GMT 10
I hope Luka's shins are blue with so many kicks from Abby. When men WANT to be short-sighted, sure they are. I am so with you Abby. Luka's" innocence" is very funny, Sammie. I laughed a lot.
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Post by lubylubylu on Jun 26, 2006 10:37:54 GMT 10
This is unbelievably awesome!!! Please, please PLEASE update!!! ;D
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Post by anna982 on Jun 28, 2006 15:56:27 GMT 10
[glow=red,2,300]UPDATE THIS PLEASE[/glow]
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Post by Noora on Jun 29, 2006 22:13:57 GMT 10
I hated Nicole when she was on the show Abby has all the rights to be jealous and angry. Haha. Love this fic ^^
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Post by sammiejm on Jun 30, 2006 3:17:27 GMT 10
So sorry I haven't updated for a while, I've been really busy this week.
Weekend is looking clearer though, so hopefully I'll get the next couple of chapters up by the end of the weekend.
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Post by sammiejm on Jul 2, 2006 18:36:32 GMT 10
Here's the next chapter.
*****
Who’s Mad at Who? – Abby
I ate the soup and I had to admit that it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. Not the greatest, and certainly not what I had wanted for dinner, but not bad all the same.
Luka and I had walked a little while I ate, but now he’d left me to go and play pool with one of his new “friends”. I’d never seen Luka like this before, normally he was quite reserved until he got to know someone, it was strange to see him laughing and joking with almost complete strangers. I realised that I didn’t like it very much. I felt jealous of the attention they were getting.
Anyway, he left me talking to one of his new acquaintances, an older guy who seemed to be on his own. We were making small talk, trying to find a subject that we could both have something to say about. He asked me who I decided to become a nurse.
“I can’t remember.” I told him. That wasn’t the truth, I could remember, it’s just that it wasn’t my decision. I’d wanted to be a doctor and had actually got nearly all the way through med school until my lovely ex-husband decided to stop paying my fees. So, I switched to nursing.
The guy held his hand out to me. “Ever seen anything like this?”
Oh, that is gross. A huge, pus filled boil on the back of his hand. Yuck. I know I’m a nurse, but I still find some things gross. “How long has it been like that?”
The guy thought for a moment. “Two, three years.”
Two or three years? How could you have something like that on your body for that length of time and not want to get rid of it? “You should really get that looked at?”
“So look.” He thrusts his hand under my nose again. Oh God, it’s horrible.
“Ah, by a doctor. You should ask Luka.” That’ll teach him for deserting me. “He’s good with pus.”
I was starting to get really tired, I just wanted to go home and curl up in bed. Mine, Luka’s, I really didn’t care which. I managed to catch Luka’s eye in between his shots at the pool table and pointed to my watch, raising my eyebrows hopefully.
He shrugged and gestured to the pool table, indicating that he couldn’t leave in the middle of a game. Just hurry. I thought. Or I’m going to leave on my own.
“Cigarette?” Pus-guy was holding a packet out to me. I was tempted, very tempted, but I refused his offer.
“You sure?” He asked again.
No, I mustn’t. I really mustn’t. I was trying so hard to give up. At that moment I could have really done with a shot of nicotine, but I wasn’t going to give in.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m trying to quit.”
I caved in shortly after that and bought my own packet of cigarettes from the barman and went outside to get some air. Luka was still playing pool and I couldn’t stand talking to pus-guy any longer.
All of a sudden my cell phone rang and I rummaged frantically in the bottom of my bag for it. It was Carter, he was still at the hospital, not enjoying himself at all and asked if I was having fun. A train rattled past and I could hear footsteps on the pavement behind me.
“Luka dragged me to this bar.” I told Carter.
“So much for quitting.” Luka’s deep voice came as a surprise in my ear. Oh no, he’s going to give me hell for this. There’s nothing worse than a reformed smoker is there?
“Hey.” I said.
Luka indicated the phone, “Who’s that?”
“Carter.” I switched my attention back to the call briefly. “Can you just hold on for a second?”
I was aware that Luka was staring at me as if I was a naughty child or an unpleasant smell. He was clearly not happy about something. As I glanced at him he took a drink from his beer bottle, but didn’t say anything.
“I gotta go.” I told Carter. It really wasn’t worth getting into an argument over. Carter and I were friends, nothing more. Yes I talked to him a lot, sometimes I found him easier to talk to than Luka. But then I’d never been very good at talking to people if I really cared about them.
“You don’t have to hang up for me.” Luka told me. Oh, really?
“It was about a patient.” Why am I having to justify myself to him? “You ready to go?”
“If you want.” Luka took another mouthful of beer.
“Yeah, Luka. I want.” If you’re going to treat me like a child, then I might as well behave like one.
He turned and headed back towards the bar. Where’s he going now? I’ve just told him I want to go home.
“Fine,” he muttered.
“What, now you’re mad?” I couldn’t believe it.
He paused and turned back slightly. “Finish your cigarette. I’ll pay the bill.”
*****
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Post by zelda on Jul 2, 2006 19:56:12 GMT 10
Hey, Sammie, " pus-guy" cracked me up. But now, I'm a bit anxious: Will there be a break up, and will it be as nasty as the real one??? ;D Great update, don't make us wait too long!
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Post by *Natalie* on Jul 3, 2006 0:12:34 GMT 10
Please update again soon... want to see Lukas side of this
natalie x
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Post by kirstin on Jul 4, 2006 20:59:50 GMT 10
Excellent update! Looking forward to more!
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Post by sammiejm on Jul 4, 2006 21:22:18 GMT 10
Please update again soon... want to see Lukas side of this natalie x I'm tempted just to write something really bloke-ish like "Played pool in bar, couldn't understand why Abby was p***ed off", but I'm resisting I think hubby is going to watch football tonight, so I will amuse myself by writing Luka's side of this part.
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Post by Caffy on Jul 4, 2006 21:29:05 GMT 10
Hoorah!
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Post by Noora on Jul 4, 2006 23:29:29 GMT 10
Great!
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Post by sammiejm on Jul 5, 2006 6:10:02 GMT 10
Who’s Mad at Who? – Luka
Nicole brought the soup over for Abby and I was relieved to discover that Abby actually seemed to find it acceptable. I knew that it wasn’t what she really wanted to eat and I felt guilty for dragging her to this bar. I decided that I had to make it up to her somehow, the very next time we both had a night off I’d take her somewhere really nice for dinner. Somewhere we could spend the evening uninterrupted and enjoy each other’s company.
As she ate, one of the guys I’d got talking to at lunchtime wandered over and asked if I wanted to join him in a game of pool. I hadn’t played for ages and Abby assured me she didn’t mind, so I went off to join him. Thinking about it afterwards though I realised that Abby really did mind. She was doing one of those ‘No, no, it’s okay, really’ numbers on me and if I’d just paid a little more attention I would have seen that she actually minded very much. But as it was I settled into the game and it seemed only minutes later that I looked up to see Abby sitting opposite an old guy that had come in a little earlier. He was trying to engage her in conversation, but it was obvious she wasn’t interested in what he was saying.
As I watched her she looked up and caught my eye, frowning slightly as she pointed to her watch. Even with a frown on her face she looked pretty. She wanted to leave and really I couldn’t blame her. I was hardly the image of the perfect boyfriend this evening, ignoring her whilst I played with my new toys, taking her to a place that had stopped serving food and then leaving her on the sidelines while I played pool. I really don’t know what the matter with me was; normally I gave Abby my full attention when we were together. Normally I couldn’t take my eyes off her; she was so beautiful I wanted to be with her all the time.
Recently though it was getting harder, she seemed unhappy, unsettled and preferred to confide in Carter rather than in me. And the more she pulled away the harder I found it to talk to her. I mean, I never found it easy, but I thought it had been getting easier. Now I wanted to ask her why she wasn’t happy, why she would rather share her troubles (if she had any) with Carter, but I couldn’t. I suppose I was scared of what she would say. I suppose I was scared that she would say she didn’t want to be with me any more, that she wanted to be with Carter. I was becoming increasingly unhappy about the amount of time they were spending together. I was getting jealous.
When I looked up again at the end of the game, Abby’s seat was empty and glancing round the bar I couldn’t see her. I set the pool cue aside and wandered outside, finding her talking on her cell phone, a cigarette between her fingers. I thought she was trying to give up smoking. I hated her smoking. As I walked towards her she was so involved in her phone call she didn’t hear me approach, or if she did she gave no sign. I wondered instantly who she was talking to.
“So much for quitting.” I said as I walked up to her, making her jump in surprise.
“Hey.” She said.
“Who’s that?” I indicated the phone.
“Carter.”
Oh great. That’s all I need. She’s obviously having such a crap evening she decided to phone him and bitch about me. They’re probably having a great time, the two of them, agreeing on how useless I am.
The feelings of insecurity were welling up inside me and I could feel myself getting annoyed as she continued talking. I took a gulp of beer to try and calm myself down. She snapped the phone shut and put it back in her bag. “You don’t need to hang up for me.” I said, trying to make light of the situation when really I was very unhappy about it.
“It was about a patient. You ready to go?”
I wouldn’t have minded staying a while longer, but I supposed the least I could do was take her home. I hadn’t really done anything else right as far as she was concerned. “If you want.”
Abby rolled her eyes in exasperation, a habit that drove me mad. It seemed to be her response to pretty much everything at the moment. “Yeah Luka. I want.”
“Fine.” I just had to go back inside and pay the bill first, so I turned back towards the bar. My actions were interpreted the wrong way though, because Abby then said, “What, now you’re mad?”
I sighed under my breath. Couldn’t I do anything right this evening? The sooner we got back to my place the better. Perhaps then I could try and make up for such a lousy evening so far. Hold her in my arms and tell her I was sorry for ignoring her half the night. “Finish your cigarette. I’ll pay the bill.”
*****
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