Post by Chephren on Oct 6, 2008 7:27:19 GMT 10
Hello in there,
My first try not beeing a real succes, I'll try a second one. But Please ( I'm pleading, really ) tell me what you think about it. Maybe I'm sucking as a writer and I should just stop, but you just need to tell me.
This story takes place in let's say season 13th, somewhere, I guess.
Sorry for my english
Never the same
He was there, lying in his bed. Alone. Again. It was about 3 a.m. There was no light execpt from the stars outside. The sky was clear ( for once ), and it was very very cold. He couldn't sleep. He decided to get up and walked toward Joe's room. His son was still fast asleep, a gentle snore coming out from him. His conforter was spilled at the end of the bed. He took it back to cover the little body. He loved to look at the small face, so peaceful. He looked like his mom. His mom. Where has she gone again? It's been more than a week now. She would wake up every night when he was sleeping and will get out of the house. She knew he wouldn't go after her because of Joe, he couldn't leave him alone. Even asleep. He couldn't ask anyone to come watch over him at the hour of the night. He was scared. She didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering her and they were fighting over and over again. He couldn't help it. He was so scared. Scared to loose her over something he didn't had a clue about. What was he supposed to do? Stay here? Waiting for her? Night after night? Denying that a gap appeared between them? He couldn't stand it. It was killing him. He loved her that much.
- I'm sorry Joe... You've gotta wake up. He said rubbing the little boy's belly.
His son stirred, his eyes still closed.
- C'mon buddy, we're going to find mommy. You'll go back to sleep in the car ok?
Joe open his eyes. A sleepy smile spread across his tiny face at the look of his father above him. He open his arms toward his dad and Luka took him against his chest. The little boy's head dropped in his neck. It really wasn't a time to wake a kid up. Luka started to feel a little angry at his wife. He dressed his son with warm clothes. Took
his coat, his keys and flew off the appartment. He settled Joe in his car seat and the baby drifted back to sleep as soon as his father had kissed his forehead.He started the engine and drove down the empty streets. It was time to try and think about where she could have gone. It wasn't in any bar or so because he has checked out and he was sure now that it wasn't a drinking problem ( thanks God ). He had asked Neela if she had seen her on the past few nights but she had answered by checking her head. No. But she had felt something weird though, but Abby didn't wish to talk about it, so she had let go, not wanting to get involved in a fight with her. He went over all the places he could thought of even the ER. Not a clue. She was nowhere to be found.
It was 4.30 a.m now and he started getting scared. He had assumed she came to one of these spots. His shift started at 6 a.m and he knew he had to go back home to take a shower, make breackfast for Joe and go to work. Defeated, he drove home.
Later that day, after bringing Joe to the day care, he was busy with a young girl having troubles breathing. He didn't see her coming through the ambulance bay. She noticed him and went straight to the opposite direction. A few hours later, exhausted, he layed in a curtain, just for a few minutes, he thought. Meanwhile Abby was having a hard time trying not to run into Luka. So far so good. She entered a curtain just to breathe a few minutes, alone.
It was all too late when she she did notice him, lying flat on his back, his arm resting on his eyes. His breathing deep and slow. She couldn't help herself and starred at him. His lab coat was open, exposing his grey shirt tugged into his pants. He looked sad, even asleep. She knew it was all her fault. She knew he was worried about her. It was just impossible for her to explain to him. Her eyes dropped to the floor. She sighed. She was hurting him. God, she was hurting THEM. The three of them.
- Aren't you tired?
The sleepy voice came as a surprise. It caught her offguard. His arm was no longer on his eyes, and he was looking directly in her eyes. Holding her gaze. She couldn't run. She had to face him. Face the hurted spark he showed.
- What?
- Aren't you tired? Of avoiding me? Of running away? Of standing alone?
God, that will be hard to handle.
- Luka...
- No. No Abby. I'm done with awaking in the middle of the night and beeing scared out of my mind because you're not here. Because I have no idea where you can possibly go at 2 o'clock, knowing that none of your friends have the slighest idea where you can be. I'm tired of wondering what I could possibly have done or said for you to stop loving me. I'm sick to have to wake OUR son up at some hour where he should only be in his dreams of teddys and put
him in a car when it's 40° outside. I don't wanna drive up and down all Chicago's streets, looking for you, with our kid behind me wondering what the hell we're doing here with strange people looking at him when we stop to a red light, and I don't wanna come to work and have to hide myself to finally find you, avoiding me. I don't know what to do Abby. So tell me. I don't have a clue about what I am supposed to do. I don't wanna lose you, nor everything
that we have. So tell me, talk to me, whatever's bugging you, I want to know about it, and help you with it. Just, you know, let me be there.
As he waited for her answer which didn't come, he added, sighing
- You know, I may not be a lot to you anymore, but even if you don't see me as an husband or even a friend, I'm still the father of your child, and I though that at least THAT implied beeing close enough to share a few things.
He left the room, feeling the tears fill his eyes, he passed near the central desk, throwing his lab coat over at Jerry .
- I'm off!
On his way to pick Joe up, he wondered how many times in a lifetime a man could lose everything he had... He felt like if it was already way too much for him to handle.
So? What do you think guys?
My first try not beeing a real succes, I'll try a second one. But Please ( I'm pleading, really ) tell me what you think about it. Maybe I'm sucking as a writer and I should just stop, but you just need to tell me.
This story takes place in let's say season 13th, somewhere, I guess.
Sorry for my english
Never the same
He was there, lying in his bed. Alone. Again. It was about 3 a.m. There was no light execpt from the stars outside. The sky was clear ( for once ), and it was very very cold. He couldn't sleep. He decided to get up and walked toward Joe's room. His son was still fast asleep, a gentle snore coming out from him. His conforter was spilled at the end of the bed. He took it back to cover the little body. He loved to look at the small face, so peaceful. He looked like his mom. His mom. Where has she gone again? It's been more than a week now. She would wake up every night when he was sleeping and will get out of the house. She knew he wouldn't go after her because of Joe, he couldn't leave him alone. Even asleep. He couldn't ask anyone to come watch over him at the hour of the night. He was scared. She didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering her and they were fighting over and over again. He couldn't help it. He was so scared. Scared to loose her over something he didn't had a clue about. What was he supposed to do? Stay here? Waiting for her? Night after night? Denying that a gap appeared between them? He couldn't stand it. It was killing him. He loved her that much.
- I'm sorry Joe... You've gotta wake up. He said rubbing the little boy's belly.
His son stirred, his eyes still closed.
- C'mon buddy, we're going to find mommy. You'll go back to sleep in the car ok?
Joe open his eyes. A sleepy smile spread across his tiny face at the look of his father above him. He open his arms toward his dad and Luka took him against his chest. The little boy's head dropped in his neck. It really wasn't a time to wake a kid up. Luka started to feel a little angry at his wife. He dressed his son with warm clothes. Took
his coat, his keys and flew off the appartment. He settled Joe in his car seat and the baby drifted back to sleep as soon as his father had kissed his forehead.He started the engine and drove down the empty streets. It was time to try and think about where she could have gone. It wasn't in any bar or so because he has checked out and he was sure now that it wasn't a drinking problem ( thanks God ). He had asked Neela if she had seen her on the past few nights but she had answered by checking her head. No. But she had felt something weird though, but Abby didn't wish to talk about it, so she had let go, not wanting to get involved in a fight with her. He went over all the places he could thought of even the ER. Not a clue. She was nowhere to be found.
It was 4.30 a.m now and he started getting scared. He had assumed she came to one of these spots. His shift started at 6 a.m and he knew he had to go back home to take a shower, make breackfast for Joe and go to work. Defeated, he drove home.
Later that day, after bringing Joe to the day care, he was busy with a young girl having troubles breathing. He didn't see her coming through the ambulance bay. She noticed him and went straight to the opposite direction. A few hours later, exhausted, he layed in a curtain, just for a few minutes, he thought. Meanwhile Abby was having a hard time trying not to run into Luka. So far so good. She entered a curtain just to breathe a few minutes, alone.
It was all too late when she she did notice him, lying flat on his back, his arm resting on his eyes. His breathing deep and slow. She couldn't help herself and starred at him. His lab coat was open, exposing his grey shirt tugged into his pants. He looked sad, even asleep. She knew it was all her fault. She knew he was worried about her. It was just impossible for her to explain to him. Her eyes dropped to the floor. She sighed. She was hurting him. God, she was hurting THEM. The three of them.
- Aren't you tired?
The sleepy voice came as a surprise. It caught her offguard. His arm was no longer on his eyes, and he was looking directly in her eyes. Holding her gaze. She couldn't run. She had to face him. Face the hurted spark he showed.
- What?
- Aren't you tired? Of avoiding me? Of running away? Of standing alone?
God, that will be hard to handle.
- Luka...
- No. No Abby. I'm done with awaking in the middle of the night and beeing scared out of my mind because you're not here. Because I have no idea where you can possibly go at 2 o'clock, knowing that none of your friends have the slighest idea where you can be. I'm tired of wondering what I could possibly have done or said for you to stop loving me. I'm sick to have to wake OUR son up at some hour where he should only be in his dreams of teddys and put
him in a car when it's 40° outside. I don't wanna drive up and down all Chicago's streets, looking for you, with our kid behind me wondering what the hell we're doing here with strange people looking at him when we stop to a red light, and I don't wanna come to work and have to hide myself to finally find you, avoiding me. I don't know what to do Abby. So tell me. I don't have a clue about what I am supposed to do. I don't wanna lose you, nor everything
that we have. So tell me, talk to me, whatever's bugging you, I want to know about it, and help you with it. Just, you know, let me be there.
As he waited for her answer which didn't come, he added, sighing
- You know, I may not be a lot to you anymore, but even if you don't see me as an husband or even a friend, I'm still the father of your child, and I though that at least THAT implied beeing close enough to share a few things.
He left the room, feeling the tears fill his eyes, he passed near the central desk, throwing his lab coat over at Jerry .
- I'm off!
On his way to pick Joe up, he wondered how many times in a lifetime a man could lose everything he had... He felt like if it was already way too much for him to handle.
So? What do you think guys?
