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Post by larue on Jul 11, 2006 7:14:03 GMT 10
Chapter 8 = Montreal
Luka felt as if he were swimming through mud. Every muscle in his body ached with exertion. His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn’t open them. He fell back into the swirling mist of dreams and floated. Danijela, Jasna and Marko ran just a head of him in the park in Vokovar...laughing and calling for him to come. He looked up at the sun sparkling through the bare trees...and then heard the whistle and boom as a a missle hit the apartment building behind him. “Nooooooo!”he cried and began to run. “He’s my soul mate...” Carol’s face loomed large in front of him. “I have to find out if he still loves me...my soul mate...my soul mate...” her voice echoed. The Bishop’s whispered words of absolution...the African sun beating down on his head while he waited for the bullet that never came...reciting the Lord’s Prayer from his childhood... and then Abby. “Not pretty enough,” he heard himself saying to her, “...nothing special...I can’t make you happy!” The hurt in her eyes tore into his heart and then he relaxed as the hurt changed to a sparkle. “...I passed my Boards after all...I am officially DR. Lockhart... BUG up my ASS, Luka, if you are going to insult me at least get the words right!...” Again came Carol’s voice “...my soul mate...”
“I’m pregnant...” she said and his heart began to sing again. “Papa! Papi! Catch me, Papi!” Jasna cried happily from high in a swing, her long curly hair flying around her. He felt a tug on his leg and looked down into the dark eyes of his little son. Luka picked him up and tossed him into the air as Marko squealed with delight. Danijela laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek as she took Marko from him.
“Go now, Luka,” she said. “You are going to be late!” The mist swirled and he felt heavy again. “We always seem to find our way back to each another...” he heard himself saying. “I’m pregnant...” she said. Gillian screamed as a car bore down on their’s and then...silence.
Luka’s eyes flew open with a start. He didn’t move but slowly took in his hospital room surroundings with his eyes. The room was bathed in soft light from a bedside lamp and he could see lights from the city through the window. It was night. He lifted his head slowly and saw the white cast that encased his right leg from toe to hip. He lifted his hand and saw the small cuts from broken glass on his arms. His head ached so he pressed it carefully back into the hospital bed pillow. He turned his head slowly and his eyes rested on the sleeping form sitting in a chair pulled close to the bed. Abby’s head rested on her folded arms at his side. She still wore her familiar County Hospital scrubs and her face was turned away from him. He smiled slightly. She was snoring. He picked up a strand of her silky fine hair and rubbed it carefully between his fingers. He hesitated a moment and then laid his hand gently on her head. She turned to look at him and smiled.
“Hi...” she said softly and took his hand in her’s. ‘How are you feeling?”
“Sore...” he whispered. “Very sore.”
“Yeah...well, you can kiss your plans for a career in major league baseball good bye,” she said. “And say hello to a life time of metal detectors singing at the airport. They put four screws into your knee cap.” She kissed his hand.
“A patella fracture?” he asked. She nodded.
“ You have a concussion but no sign of any hematoma at this point. There is a very colorful shiner developing. Your spleen, kidneys and liver all checked out okay,” Abby went on slowly. “And we owe Frank for a plane ticket.” Luka chuckled. He drew her closer and kissed her. Abby slipped her arm around his neck gently and blinked back the tears in her eyes as she held him close. Luka drew back and looked into her eyes. His own filled with tears. Abby nodded and kissed him again. Sometimes words were not enough. She pulled away and lifted an envelope from the bedside table.
“Gillian left you a note,” she said as she gave it to him. “If it’s like the one she wrote to me, it says that she is sorry and that she is going back to Africa as soon as she can. Something about wanting to spend the rest of her life doing something she loves?” Abby sat back down in her chair.
“What?” she said wryly. “You didn’t make it any...fun... while you were staying with her?” Luka closed his eyes and crumbled the note. It fell to the floor. He reached for Abby’s hand and squeezed it tightly. Her eyes widened.
“Oh!” she said suddenly. “Guess what happened on the plane coming?” She took his hand and spread it across her stomach under her scrubs. She moved his fingers to the side a bit and then smiled.
“Did you feel it?” she asked. He opened his eyes and smiled softly at her. He couldn’t feel it...not yet. But he would soon.
“Sleep with me?” he asked.
“They are bringing me a cot,” she said. “I’ll be right beside you.” Luka shook his head.
“Sleep with me...here,” he said. He held out his arm and Abby eased carefully on the hospital bed beside him. Luka snuggled her close and drifted off to sleep again. And it wasn’t long before she joined him there.
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Post by larue on Jul 11, 2006 7:16:50 GMT 10
Chapter 9 - The Symphony
“Wow! Cool cast!” Alex exclaimed as he rounded the end of Luka’s couch. “Can I write something on it?”
“Only if it’s clean,” Luka warned. Alex rolled his eyes and swung his backpack off his shoulder. He unzipped a pocket and searched for a marker to write with.
Abby frowned slightly as she went through the stack of mail Alex had handed her.
“Special delivery...” she murmured when she saw the top envelope. Sam had attached a note saying it had been delivered by courier to the hospital the day before. She sat in a chair and opened the envelope. She read the letter and the tickets that had fallen out.
“Oh great...” she sighed. “You wouldn’t want to go to the symphony with me, would you?” Luka straightened a bit and then indicated his cast.
“I would love to but I don’t think I would fit in a seat right now,” he said as he warily watched Alex drawing a figure on his cast.
‘Where did they come from?” Luka asked.
“I had this patient about four weeks ago,” Abby said. “It’s kind of a thank you note.”
“Man...did you kill him or something? Amputate something...vital... maybe?” Alex asked not looking up from his work.
“No...” Abby laughed. “I did a wonderful job suturing a finger laceration.” Luka cast a glance at Abby and grinned as he nodded toward Alex. Abby grimaced in disbelief. Luka nodded toward Alex again. Abby shrugged.
“Um...Alex,” she asked. “You wouldn’t be interested in ...well...going with...me, would you?”
“Hell no!” Alex said.
“Hey!” Luka said firmly. ‘Don’t talk like that in my house.”
“ Okay...” the boy said. “But I still don’t want to go.”
“Oh...come on,” Luka cajoled. “Abby needs an escort. I can trust you with her. It will be fun.” Alex and Abby looked at one another for a moment and then rolled their eyes in unison.
Three days later Abby took a sideways glance at the boy sitting next to her in the Chicgao Symphony Orchestra’s auditorium. She suppressed a smile and sighed softly. He was actually being a very good sport about the whole evening. He’d even brought her flowers... ’because Luka told him too.’
Alex slumped further in his seat and toyed with the dark tie Luka had loaned him to wear. He’d been very disappointed to find out there was no popcorn or candy counter during the intermission. The lights dimmed again and the audience sat in anticipation as the conductor made his entrance. There was applause and then a vocalist entered the stage. Abby glanced over at a still frowning Alex as the first notes of the operatic aria filled the auditorium. It would be a while yet before Carly’s solo set. She reached across and hooked her fingers into his. Alex looked up at her in confusion. Abby winked and mouthed carefully and silently, “One, two, three, four...I declare a thumb war?” Alex sat up a little straighter and glanced around him. His fingers tightened on Abby’s and they began sparring their thumbs.
When the house lights came up again and they were getting ready to leave, an usher appeared in the aisle.
“Dr. Lockhart?” he said. Abby nodded. “Miss Mendoza has requested that I bring you backstage if you have time.” Abby nodded in surprise and glanced at Alex. She tipped her head toward the usher and Alex sighed.
Maybe we can get an autograph or something,” she said. They followed the usher through the crowd toward the stage doors. The hubbub of the backstage area had a different tone that the crowd out front. Alex surveyed all the equipment and paraphernalia that was stored along the walls and behind the stage backdrop as he followed Abby. He looked up and saw a huge Christmas scene hanging from the ceiling. They entered a hall with lots of doors indicating they were rehearsal rooms and finally several with name plates on them. The usher tapped the door and it opened.
“Dr. Lockhart!” Carly’s mother exclaimed. “It was so nice that you were able to come.”
“Thank you for sending me the tickets,” Abby said. “She was wonderful!” Carly appeared from around a dressing screen dressed in jeans and a sweater. She held her black satin performance dress out to her mother. Her long blonde curls, which had fallen over her shoulders as she performed, were caught back in a pony tail holder. Alex’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t look anything like she had on stage.
“Carly!” Abby exclaimed. “You were great! Why didn’t you tell me you did this?” Carly flashed a bright smile at Abby and then dragged her huge blue eyes toward Alex. Her mother put the dress on a hanger and covered it with a garment bag before she put it on the hook on the wall.
“This is a friend of mine, Alex Taggert,” Abby said. “Alex, this is Carly Mendoza.”
“Hello,” Carly said shyly. Alex shrugged.
“Hi,” he said quietly. Abby suppressed a smile as the two teenagers surveyed one another. She nudged Alex and he trust his program toward Carly. She didn’t take her eyes from him as she instinctively took the pen her mother held out for her. She scribbled something next to her photo in the program and then handed it back to Alex. Abby nudged him slightly.
“Oh...um...thanks,” he said as he took the booklet from her. Carly smiled and nodded slowly. Her mother stared intently at her in surprise.
“You’re welcome,” Carly said, never taking his eyes off Alex. Abby snagged Alex’s shirt in her fingers.
“Well, I need to get Alex home soon,” she said. “I’m sure you both have school tomorrow.”
“My Mom home schools me,” Carly said.
“Cool...” Alex said slowly. Abby pulled him along to the door of the dressing room.
“Thanks again for the tickets,” she said brightly. Carly’s mother smiled and nodded in dismay.
“I couldn’t believe it,” Abby laughed as she helped Luka ease himself into bed. “I have never seen Alex tongue tied over anything.”
“She’s a tart,” Luka said with a grin.
“She’s thirteen,” Abby said and tucked a pillow under his cast.
“She’s a thirteen year old tart,” he said.
“Okay...well, they are worlds apart from one another,” she said. “They’ll probably never see each other again.” Luka folded his arms behind his head and watched Abby as she dressed for bed.
“You didn’t see the autograph, did you?” he asked. Abby shook her head and ran a brush through her hair.
“Are you kidding?” she said. “He wouldn’t let go of it.”
“She wrote down her e-mail address,” Luka said with a satisfied smile.
“How do you know that?” Abby asked as she climbed under the covers.
“Because Alex called as soon as he got home,” Luka said. “He wants to come over tomorrow after school to use the computer for some... homework...project.” Abby turned to look at him for a long moment.
“Oh no...” she said. “She is a little...”
“Tart,” Luka finished. Abby and Luka began to giggle together and he pulled her on top of him for a long kiss. Abby pulled away and laughed.
“Speaking of tarts...” he said.
“Your cast...” she said.
“Is coming off tomorrow...” he said. “If I have to cut it off myself!” Abby laughed and snuggled back beside him.
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Post by *Natalie* on Jul 11, 2006 7:38:41 GMT 10
Brillient updates!! Hope theres more to read when i come back off my holidays natalie x
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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Jul 11, 2006 13:07:33 GMT 10
Loved it!
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Post by jaana on Jul 11, 2006 18:04:23 GMT 10
Great updates!
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Post by Maryna on Jul 11, 2006 18:48:53 GMT 10
great update! but what's going on with the baby...?they didn't discuss anything about this...
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Post by Lubyfanatic316 on Jul 11, 2006 23:24:36 GMT 10
Great update!
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Post by Little Amy on Jul 12, 2006 7:34:33 GMT 10
great update!!! so funny!!!
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Post by larue on Jul 12, 2006 21:21:30 GMT 10
Firecrackers.....
“Well, would you look at that!” Greg Pratt said as he gestured toward the elevator doors. Luka was making his way toward the desk with a cane. His cast had been replaced with a less cumbersome leg brace.
“You are definitely on the mend there, man!” Pratt said as he exchanged high fives with Luka and headed toward one of the exam rooms. “Glad to see you back!” Luka grinned and then turned to Abby, who was standing across the desk from him.
“So, what did ortho have to say?” she asked.
“You were right about that baseball career thing,” he shrugged and then added with a sly grin, “They put me on a physical therapy schedule and okayed a ‘slight range of motion’ that would be...safe.” He winked seductively at her and turned around to make his way carefully through the busy corridor toward his office. Abby watched him as he stopped along the way to speak to people, to sign an offered chart and to laugh. She blinked back the tears that began to form in her eyes. Was it truly possible to care about someone as much as she cared about him? She’d never felt that before. She had to stop short and take a deep breath because it actually hurt.
Alex was waiting for them when they reached Luka’s loft at the end of the day. He dropped his books on the couch and headed right for the computer station.
“Ho...wait,” Luka said. “Homework first.”
“This IS my homework,” Alex insisted. Luka shook his head. Alex grimaced and went back to his backpack. He pulled out a Math textbook and sat down at the table. Luka opened the refrigerator and took out an apple. Alex looked up and caught it as Luka tossed it to him. Abby was caught a little off guard at the familiarity that was apparent between the two of them. She’d forgotten that it hadn’t been that long ago that Alex...and Sam...had been living in this very place with Luka. She almost envied Alex having someone like Luka in his life at this age. How different things might have been for her if she’d had someone that she could have counted on when she was thirteen. Instead she’d spent that year covering for Maggie and taking care of Eric. That had been a horrible time for them and her face burned remembering. She was startled from her thoughts as Luka touched her cheek gently. He looked at her worriedly.
“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly. Abby shook her head.
“I’m just tired,” she sighed. Luka took her coat off her shoulders.
“Go take a nap,” he said. “I’ll deal with Casanova here and fix something for dinner.” Abby glanced down at the brace on his knee.
“It’s nothing,” Luka insisted. “It’s my turn to take care of you.” Abby sighed and kissed him.
“Thank you,” she whispered and traced his smile with her fingers. She went into the bedroom and stretched out on top of the bedspread.
When she woke up later she’d been covered with a light blanket. The room was dark except for a single candle that burned on the bedside table. She stood up and pulled the blanket around her shoulders and extinguished the candle’s flame. She wandered out into the livingroom and Luka looked up from his seat on the couch where he’d been reading. His leg was propped up on the coffee table which had also been set for her dinner.
“Feeling better?” he asked as he held out an arm. Abby sat on the couch and snuggled next to him. Luka sighed and set his book aside. He held her close and they sat quietly for a long moment.
“You missed some firecrackers while you were sleeping,” he said. “Alex...forgot...to tell his mother he was coming here after school.”
“Fireworks...,” she corrected him and grimaced. “Ouch. Was Sam angry?”
“ I...uh...think so,”Luka chuckled. “He won’t be coming around here for a while.”
“I like him,” Abby said. “He’s tough.”
“Like you?” Luka asked. Abby tipped her face to look at him.
“Yeah...” she grinned. “Sometimes life will do that to you.”
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Is there any doubt?” Abby rolled her eyes. Luka reached forward for the covered plate on the table and Abby pressed him back onto the couch. She took the cover off a plate of sliced cold cuts, boiled eggs, cheese and fruit. She looked at him disappointedly.
“Any chance that I could get a good old fashioned steak around here sometime? Like with this huge baked potato?” she groaned and settled back under his arm with the plate in her lap.
“Tomorrow,” Luka laughed. Abby smiled and slipped a piece of cheese in her mouth. She looked up and lifted a strawberry to his lips. Luka’s eyes were dark as he watched her eat her dinner. He played with the hair that fell across her shoulders.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked quietly. “This afternoon...before you took the nap?” Abby looked up for a moment, thinking.
“Oh,” she said. “I was thinking about my life when I was thirteen." Abby shook her head.
"We were finally living in this rental house in Minnesota." she said. "Maggie had lost her job again and couldn’t pay for her medication...not that she was good about taking it anyway...but needing the money didn’t help.” Luka stroked her head gently.
“It’s a wonder I managed to pass in school that year,” Abby shrugged. “Maggie would have us up all night long pacing and crying and trying to hide us from something only she saw.” Abby fed him another strawberry.
“Then she would sleep so hard during the day that I could get Eric on the school bus where he’d fall asleep,” she sighed. “But, it would start all over again...every night.” She looked at him and smiled.
“We were both so terrified that someone would find out and come to take us away,” she said, “you know... separate us from each other... that we were perfectly behaved students.”
“No one ever knew...” her voice trailed off.
“I’m sorry,” Luka whispered and kissed the top of her head. Abby smiled and shrugged.
“It’s not your fault,” she said. “I was thinking that Alex was lucky to have you in his life right now.” Luka rubbed his face with his hand.
“I’m not so sure that Sam would agree with you,” he sighed. “She accused me...us...of trying to take him away from her.” Abby frowned.
“Maybe I should talk to her,” she said. Luka grimaced and shook his head.
“Not a good idea, Abby,” he said. “Not right now.”
“But...” she said.
“Not now...” he repeated and bent to kiss her gently. Abby’s hand slipped up to his neck and she held him close as they kissed again.
“I have other things on my mind...” he sighed heavily as he slipped his hands inside the warm blanket cocoon she had wrapped around her. Abby chuckled and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. Neither of them noticed when the plate slipped off her lap and fell to the floor.
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Post by hollygirl on Jul 12, 2006 21:33:19 GMT 10
great update!
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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Jul 12, 2006 22:48:20 GMT 10
Great update!
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Post by Little Amy on Jul 13, 2006 0:18:35 GMT 10
love it!!! update soon!!
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Post by Maryna on Jul 13, 2006 6:13:06 GMT 10
great update!!!love it!but again you didn't say nothing about their baby or abby's pregnancy...anyway, UPDAAAAAAAAATE SOOOOON!!!
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Post by larue on Jul 14, 2006 3:47:52 GMT 10
Chapter 11- Mothers
Luka peeked into the darkened exam room. She was sound asleep on a gurney. He smiled softly and watched her for a long moment. She looked so vulnerable when she slept. He sighed heavily. He was overwhelmed with protectiveness. It had been easier with the mugger...Brian, her neighbor...with people who had attacked her physically. He could put them in their place. But there was a fear within her that he had not been able to touch...yet.
“Luka,” Chuny came up behind him. “Automobile accident coming in. Three victims...all critical...ETA is three minutes.” Luka nodded.
“Abby?” he said. “Come on. We need you.” She opened her eyes and sighed.
“Well...that was nice,” she said. “I should be good for another hour or so.” He laughed as she climbed off the gurney and they hurried down the corridor to the ambulance bay. Sam was coming in the door. Luka threw her a glance and tipped his head toward the doors.
“Three crits coming in, Sam,” he said. She nodded and hurried to shove her things behind the admit desk. Two ambulances rolled up to the doors and the back doors swung open. The rolling gurneys were pulled out and paramedics hustled the patients inside.
“Male, 33...blunt trauma to the head...dislocated shoulder” one called.
“Pratt!” Luka called out. Greg Pratt nodded and helped push the stretcher to an exam room.
“Female...aged 3...backseat passenger...car seat incorrectly fastened...” a paramedic cried. “Name’s Kristin.”
“This one’s crashing!” someone called as a third stretcher was pushed inside. Luka hurried to assist as the gurney careened into the nearest trauma room with Ray close behind. Abby and Sam took the gurney with the little girl into the room next door.
“Mommy!” the little girl screamed. Sam bent over her and adjusted the neck brace and oxygen mask that had been placed on her in the ambulance.
“It’s okay sweetie,” she said as she cut away the little girl’s bloodied shirt. There was a gash over her eye.
“Oh geez...” she breathed as she saw the bruises from the seat belt that already crossed the baby’s chest. Abby looked up from the blood pressure cuff and her eyes met Sam’s. The little girl screamed again and Abby bent down to examine the cut closer.
“Let’s get a butterfly on this right away,” Abby said. Chuny nodded and gently pressed a gauze sponge to the cut.
“I want my Mommy...” Kristin screamed. Sam leaned over her and held her in place gently.
“Kristin? I like your pony tails. Did Mommy put those ribbons in?” Abby spoke calmly as she carefully examined the little girl’s extremities and chest. The little girl was clammybut responsive to pain. “ Let’s get a type, CBC, serum amylase...”
“Probable rib fracture on the left side,” she continued. “We need an x-ray.” Chuny hooked the heart monitor to the little heaving chest and the blips sounded in the room.
“Blood pressure is dropping,” Sam warned. Kristin stopped mid scream and vomited. Abby turned her gently on her side and Sam helped clear her mouth.
“What have we got here?” Luka asked.
“Three year old with blunt trauma to the chest,” Abby said. “Probable broken rib on the left side, tenderness to the abdomen and left shoulder, dropping blood pressure and rapid heart rate.”
“Spleen...,” Luka said. “There’s an open OR now. Let’s get her out of here. They can an ultrasound upstairs. Call and let them know they will need a pediatric surgeon instead. I’ll go with her.” Sam detached the monitor lines and tossed them onto the gurney. She reached for the telephone on the wall.
Abby tucked a warmed blanket over the little girl and helped Luka push the gurney to the elevator. She smiled worriedly as he pressed his stethescope to the little girl’s chest. The elevator doors closed in front of her and they were gone. When she turned back to the corridor she saw Dori pulling a sheet over the lifeless figure of the woman in the trauma room next to the one she’d just used.
“Oh damn,” she sighed. Sam came out of the trauma room pushing a red hazard container. She followed Abby’s gaze and frowned sadly.
“How is her Dad?” Sam asked. Abby shrugged and shook her head. Sam looked back at Abby and then averted her eyes quickly as she pushed the covered container to it’s place in the hall.
“ I haven’t seen you in a while, Sam,” Abby said. “We seem to be on opposite shifts. How are you?”
“Fine...” Sam said. “Busy. You know.” Abby nodded. Sam’s eyes dropped to Abby’s waistline and then she smiled slightly.
“You’re looking good,” she said. Abby chuckled.
“Yeah...right,” she said. “Ever growing...always eating and constantly sleeping” she said with a satisfied pat to her side. Sam’s smile faded wistfully.
“Well,” she said. “I need to go check in.” Abby watched Sam head for the admit desk to retrieve her purse and jacket. She frowned slightly and followed Sam.
‘Do you have a minute?” she asked her. “It’s kind of quiet.” Sam looked around and then shrugged. She followed Abby into the doctor’s lounge and dropped her things on the table. She crossed her arms and waited.
“Look,” Abby said. ‘I am not good at small talk, especially when I have
something on my mind so I am just going to come out with it.” Abby took a deep breath.
“I think you are really making a mistake keeping Alex away from Luka,” she said.
“Well, that’s my decision to make, isn’t it?” Sam replied. “I’m his mother.”
“You’re a good mother, Sam,” Abby said. “Why would you want tohandle this alone?”
“I can take care of my son,“ she retorted angrily. “I always have.”
“You are always on the run from someone or something,” Abby said sharply. “I grew up like that and it’s not pretty.” Sam’s mouth dropped open in disgust.
“Are you comparing me to your mother?” she said angrily, ‘because if you are...”
“I am comparing Alex to me,” Abby interrupted her. “It took me a long time to learn to trust...and maybe I still can’t do it completely... but do you really want him to be like that? He’s a thirteen year old boy. He is going to need someone to talk to. If it can’t be his dad or...or someone else...wouldn’t you rather it be Luka ? Someone that cares about him?”
Sam glared at her for a long moment and then gathered her coat and purse from the table. Without a word she opened the lounge door just as Luka appeared in front of her. Sam looked up at him wordlessly for a moment and then stepped around him. He watched her as she hurried toward the staff locker room. Luka frowned and turned to Abby.
“Abby...” he asked slowly. “What did you do?” Abby sighed heavily and shrugged.
“Are you ready to go home?” she asked. Luka shook his head.
“I want to wait and see how the little girl does in surgery,” he said. “We lost her mother today.” Abby nodded.
“ I’m going to go to my place tonight,” she said. Luka nodded.
“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll see you there later.” Abby shook her head slowly.
“I think I want to be alone for a while,” she said softly. “Okay?” Luka crossed the room and tipped her face up to look into her eyes.
“What did you and Sam say to each other?” he asked.
“Nothing important,” she said. ‘I’m just feeling a little melancholy.” She smiled softly and he kissed her.
“Put your coat on and I will walk you out,” he said. Abby took her hospital jacket off and hung it in her locker. She slipped her arms into the sleeves of her coat and buttoned it as Luka watched her. He draped his arm across her shoulders as they walked out of the ambulance bay into the night. He hailed her a cab and stood watching until the cab was out of sight.
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Post by hollygirl on Jul 14, 2006 4:15:27 GMT 10
great update!
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