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Carter was running through the crowd, desparately looking for Abby. Where was she? He had been looking for her for an hour. She wasn't in the bathroom, she wasn't outside. He was getting really worried now. Abby wouldn't just disappear without saying anything. A million thoughts buzzed through his head as he stopped and scanned the room again. What if she was hurt? She could be lying in pain somewhere. Why did he have to act like such a moron? Sophie ran up behind him. She intertwined her arm with his and purred, "Come on John, let's get out of here." He didn't pay much attention. Again, he ran towards the exit. Maybe she had gone outside for a cigarette. He was breathing hard. He frantically ran his fingers through his hair as he stopped at the door. God! Where was she? He turned and almost banged into the doorman. "Sorry, sorry." "It's okay Dr Carter." He said politely. Carter nodded and began to leave. "George, have you seen Ab... The woman I arrived with?" "Oh Dr Carter, I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you. She left you a message." He crosses over to a small table to the left of the room and picked up a pad of paper, "Here it is." He read off the paper. "She said, she's happy you moved on, don't call her and she'll be fine now." Carter bowed his head. He'd ruined everything. Happy he moved on? 'She must think I'm interested in Sophie,' he thought. Damn! He ran to the door and pulled the handle. He had to talk to her, to tell her he was sorry for acting like a fool. He felt a hand an his shoulder. "There you are. Just let me get my coat." Great! All he needed! "Look Sophie, I'm sorry but I have to go." "Where?" "I have to find Abby." "Abby? Oh you mean the nurse? Why? I thought she was just a friend." She sounded angry. Well too bad. He turned to her and looked at the ground, thinking. He took a deep breath and looked up. "Abby's not just my friend. She's... My everything." He ran out the door. He had to tell her, make her listen. And he had to do it now.
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Abby lay on her couch in a pair of baggy pyjamas. He hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail. She was surrounded by tissues, her eyes red and puffy. What was she gonna do now? She had asked herself this question like a million times and she still didn't have an answer. Life with Carter was hard, really hard. But she didn't know if she could actually live without him. It sounded dopey and slushy, but it was true. Carter had been a huge part of her life for two years now. He had been there for her through everything and she could talk to him about anything. Could she really give up on that? Give up on the most important thing in her life? She sighed and wiped her eyes again. What was she doing? She picked up the tub of chocolate ice-cream that was sitting on the table next to her. She pulled the spoon to her mouth. Even ice-cream wasn't helping right now! She jumped as when she heard a knock at the door. Who the hell was that? She comtenplated ignoring it. Chances were it would be someone she didn't want to talk to. Flashbacks on Brian's attack flooded her brain. No, they'd go away. KNOCK KNOCK Damn! "Abby, come on. Open the door." She heard him say impatiently. Great! She didn't need this right now. She pulled herself up and over to the door. She spent like five minutes unlocking the door and swung in open.
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