Post by Joosje on Jun 17, 2007 21:33:53 GMT 10
Hello, I'm here to make a complete fool of myself ^^
There's lots of "Abby goes into coma " and "Abby moves away" so I want to mix them together but this time it's "Luka goes into coma" and "Abby moves away". The first part in italics are a flashback and the second is a POV.
Thanks to Ella for beta-reading the whole story!
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"You lied to me all the time. All the time!"
"What do you mean?" Abby retorted as she stood in the kitchen cooking the dinner.
"They called from the hospital today when you were out with Julie," Joseph said.
"So that means that I lied to you? I'm not working today, I told you that, and don't talk to me with that tone."
"Mum, they didn't call from your hospital. They called from Cook County in Chicago."
"How are you going to do it now? With the baby and everything?”
"I'm going to keep it, it's our baby and I want him to see the baby when he wakes up."
“Abby, I don’t even know if he will ever wake up.”
"Mum, did you hear what I just said?"
"I heard you, Joseph."
"Why did you lie to me?"
"Because...because I wanted to protect you from it."
"Protect me from what, having a dad? I wrote the number down if you want to call."
Joe stormed out of the room and into to his own bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.
"What was that about?" Lance, Abby’s husband for the last six years, asked as he came into the kitchen.
"Someone from my past has shown up again."
"Aren't you happy about that?"
"It's Joseph's dad." Lance turned around.
"Are you sure? Sounds like it's not good news then."
"Nope, it’s bad news, I think. We haven't talked much about him much, you and I."
"I know, you made it fairly clear that you didn’t want to talk about him. About him or your past. What are you going to do now?"
"I need to call the hospital and see what they want first." Abby said and opened the fridge to get some carrots.
"Hospital? You know Abby, sometimes I don't understand what you are talking about."
"He's in hospital."
"He calls you because he's in hospital?"
"He didn't call me, it was probably a nurse, and besides, Joe took the call."
"You haven't heard from him in six years and now he chooses to make contact..."
"If you really want to know, it’s been ten years not six. Lance, Luka fell into a coma twelve years ago.”
"So you're saying that Joseph’s dad was, or is in coma and all this time you kept this from me? Thanks a lot Abby." Lance spat bitterly.
"Don't get mad at me! Luka fell in coma when I was pregnant with Joe. He hasn't seen his son. Our son."
"I can take care of the cooking part if you want to make that call now," Suddenly Lance was normal again, no bitterness in his voice.
"Thanks, I think I'll do that. I think Julie is asleep, just so you know."
"I love you Abby, you know that right?"
"Yeah, I know," Abby glanced at Lance and smiled, a bit surprised that he wasn’t jealous, but on the other hand, who would be jealous of a coma guy?
--/--
Abby sat on the couch, thinking, with the piece of paper in her left hand and the phone in her right. She dialled the number quickly, quickly so she wouldn't bottle it.
"Hi I'm Abby Lockhart-Lashelle, I was told to call here about Dr. Kovac," she blabbered into the reciever.
"Wait a minute, I need to find his doctor," Replied the nurse, before she ran away on search of the doctor. A few moments later, a doctor answered.
"Dr. Stamler here,”
"Hi. I'm Abby Lockhart-Lashelle, I was told to call here about Dr. Kovac."
"Yeah, right. I know that you haven't visited him in a few years but you're the person he wanted us to contact if something happened, and something has happened. Something big." Abby glanced at Joe, who had just emerged from his bedroom.
"The last time I visited him was ten years ago,"
"I just wondered, if there's any possibility that you could come over to County tonight?"
"No, I don't think I could come tonight. But tomorrow is a possibility. I'm living in NY now so..."
"I understand, do you want to hear the news now or when you come tomorrow?" Interrupted Dr. Stamler. Joseph sat down on the sofa, he was crying, the tears pouring out from his eyes.
"When I come tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll see you then. Goodbye," he said before the line went dead.
Abby moved closer to Joe and put her arm around his shoulders.
“Don’t be scared,” She whispered to her son, “Don’t be scared.”
What if he's dead? What if he's awake? Why couldn’t I have said that I wanted to know now? What if he is dead and tomorrow I'll have just travelled over half of the country, and he'll be dead? I think that I would feel relief if he died. But what kind of mother wishes her child's father dead? If he was dead, I could finally move on. Move on for real. I’m married to Lance and we have Julie too. But I never felt the way for him that I felt for Luka. Never. Now everything has just got so complicated. I haven’t heard a word from him in ten years, not one word. Not one. Ten long years. Now suddenly some doctor calls and wants me to fly over to Chicago? Maybe it’s because I haven’t spoken to him, that I haven’t seen him in years, maybe that's why I didn't want to hear the news over the phone. Why I want to hear it face to face. If he’s dead, would my life, and Joe’s, move on like before? Someone called and destroyed the wall that I so carefully built up to forget. To forget Luka. But the wall isn’t completely destroyed. It can't be ‘cause otherwise I wouldn’t think like this. Then I would think something like, “Now his dead, finally. The only thing that needs to be fixed is my relationship with Joe.” I still need to fix that, I doubt that we will be as close that we once were. He’s too hurt that I couldn’t, didn't tell him about his father. I think that I still lie about my feelings for Luka. Even to myself. I don’t want to know really, my life is here. Here in NY with my husband and kids. That's right. Yes. But if that's the truth, why is it that the only thing I want to do right now, is to catch the first plane and fly to Chicago. To see if he’s alive.
There's lots of "Abby goes into coma " and "Abby moves away" so I want to mix them together but this time it's "Luka goes into coma" and "Abby moves away". The first part in italics are a flashback and the second is a POV.
Thanks to Ella for beta-reading the whole story!
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"You lied to me all the time. All the time!"
"What do you mean?" Abby retorted as she stood in the kitchen cooking the dinner.
"They called from the hospital today when you were out with Julie," Joseph said.
"So that means that I lied to you? I'm not working today, I told you that, and don't talk to me with that tone."
"Mum, they didn't call from your hospital. They called from Cook County in Chicago."
"How are you going to do it now? With the baby and everything?”
"I'm going to keep it, it's our baby and I want him to see the baby when he wakes up."
“Abby, I don’t even know if he will ever wake up.”
"Mum, did you hear what I just said?"
"I heard you, Joseph."
"Why did you lie to me?"
"Because...because I wanted to protect you from it."
"Protect me from what, having a dad? I wrote the number down if you want to call."
Joe stormed out of the room and into to his own bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.
"What was that about?" Lance, Abby’s husband for the last six years, asked as he came into the kitchen.
"Someone from my past has shown up again."
"Aren't you happy about that?"
"It's Joseph's dad." Lance turned around.
"Are you sure? Sounds like it's not good news then."
"Nope, it’s bad news, I think. We haven't talked much about him much, you and I."
"I know, you made it fairly clear that you didn’t want to talk about him. About him or your past. What are you going to do now?"
"I need to call the hospital and see what they want first." Abby said and opened the fridge to get some carrots.
"Hospital? You know Abby, sometimes I don't understand what you are talking about."
"He's in hospital."
"He calls you because he's in hospital?"
"He didn't call me, it was probably a nurse, and besides, Joe took the call."
"You haven't heard from him in six years and now he chooses to make contact..."
"If you really want to know, it’s been ten years not six. Lance, Luka fell into a coma twelve years ago.”
"So you're saying that Joseph’s dad was, or is in coma and all this time you kept this from me? Thanks a lot Abby." Lance spat bitterly.
"Don't get mad at me! Luka fell in coma when I was pregnant with Joe. He hasn't seen his son. Our son."
"I can take care of the cooking part if you want to make that call now," Suddenly Lance was normal again, no bitterness in his voice.
"Thanks, I think I'll do that. I think Julie is asleep, just so you know."
"I love you Abby, you know that right?"
"Yeah, I know," Abby glanced at Lance and smiled, a bit surprised that he wasn’t jealous, but on the other hand, who would be jealous of a coma guy?
--/--
Abby sat on the couch, thinking, with the piece of paper in her left hand and the phone in her right. She dialled the number quickly, quickly so she wouldn't bottle it.
"Hi I'm Abby Lockhart-Lashelle, I was told to call here about Dr. Kovac," she blabbered into the reciever.
"Wait a minute, I need to find his doctor," Replied the nurse, before she ran away on search of the doctor. A few moments later, a doctor answered.
"Dr. Stamler here,”
"Hi. I'm Abby Lockhart-Lashelle, I was told to call here about Dr. Kovac."
"Yeah, right. I know that you haven't visited him in a few years but you're the person he wanted us to contact if something happened, and something has happened. Something big." Abby glanced at Joe, who had just emerged from his bedroom.
"The last time I visited him was ten years ago,"
"I just wondered, if there's any possibility that you could come over to County tonight?"
"No, I don't think I could come tonight. But tomorrow is a possibility. I'm living in NY now so..."
"I understand, do you want to hear the news now or when you come tomorrow?" Interrupted Dr. Stamler. Joseph sat down on the sofa, he was crying, the tears pouring out from his eyes.
"When I come tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll see you then. Goodbye," he said before the line went dead.
Abby moved closer to Joe and put her arm around his shoulders.
“Don’t be scared,” She whispered to her son, “Don’t be scared.”
What if he's dead? What if he's awake? Why couldn’t I have said that I wanted to know now? What if he is dead and tomorrow I'll have just travelled over half of the country, and he'll be dead? I think that I would feel relief if he died. But what kind of mother wishes her child's father dead? If he was dead, I could finally move on. Move on for real. I’m married to Lance and we have Julie too. But I never felt the way for him that I felt for Luka. Never. Now everything has just got so complicated. I haven’t heard a word from him in ten years, not one word. Not one. Ten long years. Now suddenly some doctor calls and wants me to fly over to Chicago? Maybe it’s because I haven’t spoken to him, that I haven’t seen him in years, maybe that's why I didn't want to hear the news over the phone. Why I want to hear it face to face. If he’s dead, would my life, and Joe’s, move on like before? Someone called and destroyed the wall that I so carefully built up to forget. To forget Luka. But the wall isn’t completely destroyed. It can't be ‘cause otherwise I wouldn’t think like this. Then I would think something like, “Now his dead, finally. The only thing that needs to be fixed is my relationship with Joe.” I still need to fix that, I doubt that we will be as close that we once were. He’s too hurt that I couldn’t, didn't tell him about his father. I think that I still lie about my feelings for Luka. Even to myself. I don’t want to know really, my life is here. Here in NY with my husband and kids. That's right. Yes. But if that's the truth, why is it that the only thing I want to do right now, is to catch the first plane and fly to Chicago. To see if he’s alive.