Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of NBC, Warner Brothers, John Wells, and whoever else. I just borrow them and promise to return them. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt them. I make no money off these fics, I write them for fun.
The music in this story is “When She Loved Me” by Sarah Mclachlan
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Writer's Notes: This story is set about 2 months after the last one, it's mid- August. And a warning, these first few fics have been all sweet, but all hell will break out in part 4 :) Just to keep you all entertained.
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When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives winthin my heart
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"Abby, maybe you should come to the hospital, you don't look very well." Luka said, early that morning, as he got dressed for work. He pulled his shirt over his head as Abby sat on the side of the tub, waiting for the next wave of nausea to wash over.
"I'm fine. It's just the stomach flu. Everyone has it." She mumbled miserably, as the sound of gagging again came from the bathroom.
"I'm going to stay home with you." Luka said, as he himself walked into the bathroom, and pulled Abby's hair out of her face and held it until she had finished.
"No, go to work. I'm ok." she replied, wiping her face and going to the sink to wash her mouth out. "Kerry will throw a fit if neither of us go in, she'll think we went off somewhere or something." she explained, sitting back down on the edge of the tub.
"Fine." he sighed, grabbing her a fresh face towel and helping her over to the bed. "But I'm going to call you later ok?"
"Yeah." she managed to mumbled, ready to fall asleep. "If I don't pick up leave a message,” she mumbled.
"I will." he replied, kissing her forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"Good."
"Do you want me to pick you up anything on my way home later?" he asked, grabbing his coat. "Some soup, or juice?" Looking over at her, he smiled as he watched her. Her head was buried in his pillow and she was on top of the comforter, already sound asleep.
Walking over to her, he kissed her lightly and grabbed an extra blanket from the chair near the bed and covered her with it. Making sure she was covered, he pulled his coat on a left.
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Walking out of trauma two later that day, Luka threw his gloves on the floor and sighed. They had just lost another child, an 11-year-old girl, to gang violence. As Dave pranced away, looking for a new patient to poke and joke with, Luka walked down the hallway to admit and signed off on the dead girl's chart. Placing it into the rack, he looked up at the clock and saw it was already 3 o'clock.
"If anyone needs me, tell them I'm in the lounge." Luka told Randi, as he walked over toward the entrance to the lounge.
"Hi Kerry." he greeted Dr. Weaver who was hanging her coat up in her locker.
"Hi Luka." she replied, grabbing her lab coat. "Abby called in sick today?" she mentioned, hanging her stethoscope around her neck.
"Yes, she wasn't feeling well this morning." he explained, plopping onto the couch. "I think she has that stomach flu everyone has."
Kerry nodded as she adjusted her lab coat and opened the door to exit. "Ok, tell her I hope she's feeling better soon." she replied, exiting the lounge and walking down the hall.
Sighing, Luka leaned back and looked over to the phone sitting on the table. Extending his arm to grab it, he pressed 9 and dialed their phone number. Settling back, he closed his eyes and waited for Abby to pick up.
"Hello?" a voice picked up on the other end. "Who's calling?"
"Abby, it's me." Luka replied, staring at his shoe as he pushed it around on the floor.
"Oh, hi." she replied, sounding as if she was dead tired.
"How are you feeling?" he asked Abby, wishing he were at home to care for her instead of the hospital, caring for sick people he didn't know.
"A little better, just tired and woozy," she responded, flipping through the TV channels, settling on an episode of 'The Jerry Springer Show'.
"Woozy?" Luka repeated, sounding clueless.
"Dizzy." Abby corrected herself.
"Dr. Kovac, we've got a multiple MVA coming in, ETA 2 minutes." Chuny called, poking her head into the lounge.
"Do you have to go?" Abby asked, her head pounding.
"Yes, there is a trauma coming in." Luka told her. "A car accident."
"Oh, ok."
"I'm going to see if I can get someone to cover for me. Maybe I can come home early."
"No, you don't have to. I'll be ok." Abby protested. "I'm feeling better." she lied.
"Are you sure?" Luka asked, not believing a word coming out of her mouth.
"Yes, now go Luka."
"Ok, I'll see you when I get home."
"Ok."
"I love you Abby."
"I love you too”
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And when she was sad
I was there to dry her tears
And when was happy
So was I
When she loved me
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“Randi!” Dr. Weaver barked early that afternoon as the paramedics who had just rolled up began going through everything that was wrong with the elderly man strapped to the gurney. “I thought I told you to close us to trauma!”
“Yeah, you did.” she replied, flipping the page in her latest issue VOGUE magazine. “But Dr. Romano told me we have to stay open. He said something about we closed to many times this month or something.”
“Find him and tell him I need to talk to him!” Kerry yelled, following the paramedics down to trauma 2.
“On my count, 1.. 2.. 3.” She said, as they lifted the patient to the trauma table.
“Have fun!” Doris called, as she and her partner wheeled the gurney out and left.
“Somebody find Carter and tell him to get in here!” Kerry called, as Abby began checking the man's vitals.
“BP’s 140/90, his pulse is thready.” Abby reported, beginning a second IV in the man's arm.
What’do we got?” Carter called, as the trauma room doors swung open and a nurse helped him into a yellow trauma gown.
“68 year old man, possible MI, BP’s 140 over 90, pulse is thready.” Abby called, as she grabbed the tray of instruments Dr. Weaver needed.
“Carter, go next door and help Dr. Malucci.” Dr. Weaver instructed him. “Abby can go with you. Chuny, you and Malik stay with me. He’s got a 5 year old boy, found his dad’s back pain medicine and thought they were candy.”
Pushing through the doors to trauma 1, Carter pushed his way past the nurses to the patient, whom Dr. Malucci was giving charcoal to.
“How’s he doing?” Carter asked, as Abby helped keep the little boy still.
“Vitals are stable. I just started the charcoal. He swallowed the whole bottle of pills.” Dave pointed to the counter where the empty bottle sat.
“Why do you need my help then?” Carter asked.
“I don’t know, I thought he was my patient.”
“Hey, his parents are here.” Abby called as a frantic man and woman appeared outside the trauma room doors.
“Abby, go talk to them.” Carter told her, “Tell him he’ll be fine, but we’re going to keep him overnight for observation.”
Pulling her yellow gown off and throwing it to the floor with her gloves, Abby pushed passed the remaining nurses in the room and made it to the hallway.
“Mr. and Mrs..”
“Gould.” The man said frantically. “How is Michael, is he going to be ok?”
“Michael is going to be fine. Dr. Malucci pumped the pills from his stomach and gave him charcoal to absorb the remains of what was left. We’re going to need to keep him overnight for observation, but he’ll be ok.” Abby assured them.
“Thank god.” Mrs. Gould let out, as she let the grip ease on her husband’s hand. “Can we go see him?”
“In a few minutes. The doctors have to….whoa,” Abby said, as she grabbed the nearby counter for stability. “I’m sorry… I.” She managed to let out before she fell to the floor.
“Abby!?” Dr. Chen called out, as she was passing by. “Abby!” she called, leaning down to her. “Somebody get me a gurney!”
“What happened?” she asked the parents of the boy, who were now trying to help Abby.
“I don’t know. She was explaining what they were doing to our son and she fell!” the man said.
As Haleh and Cleo pushed the gurney up the hallway to them, the trauma room doors swung open as Dave and Carter pushed the gurney with Michael on it, on their way to the elevator.
“What happened?” Carter asked, as he saw them lift Abby’s body onto the gurney.
“She passed out.” Deb replied, “Get her into trauma 1.” She called.
“Michael!” Mrs. Gould called as the gurney was wheeled by her. “Hey, how are you doing sweetie?”
“Dave can you take him?” Carter asked, looking back as they wheeled Abby into the trauma room.
“Carter, go. We’ll take care of Abby! Find Luka!” Cleo called as the doors swung shut behind her.
Once they wheeled her into the trauma room, Haleh began and IV as Deb and Cleo took her vitals.
“Her Blood Pressure’s a little high.” Cleo said, pulling the cuff off her arm.
Slowly, her eyes opened and she stared up into the light being shined in her face. “What is that?” she mumbled, turning her head away. “Cleo, what are you doing?”
“Do you remember what happened?” Cleo asked, as the three women now stood staring at Abby.
“I don’t know. I was talking to the parents, and I got dizzy.” She replied, lifting her head up. “Can I get up?”
“No, just lay down. We’re going to run a few tests first.” Deb replied, grabbing in the chart and writing something in it. “How do you feel now?”
“I’m fine.” Abby lied. “I just want to get up.
“How long have you been dizzy?” Deb asked. “And tell me the truth.”
“I don’t know. I’ve been getting dizzy spells for a week or two now.” She replied.
“Is this the first time you passed out?” Cleo asked, turning to Haleh. “Did Carter get Luka?”
“How would I know?” Haleh replied. “I’ve been with you.”
“Yes, it’s the first time I passed out.” Abby replied. “I’m ok.”
“What else, have you been sick at all?” Deb asked.
“I’ve had that stomach flu thing for awhile now.” She replied, sighing.
“How long is awhile?”
“I don’t know. A week maybe.”
“You’ve been vomiting?” Deb asked again.
“Yes.”
“Headache?” Cleo asked, checking Abby’s pulse.
“On and off.”
Looking up at each other, both Deb and Cleo nodded.
“Abby, when was your last period?” Deb asked.
When the words passed through Deb’s mouth it hit her like a ton of bricks.
“Oh god.” Abby mumbled.
“Do you remember?” Cleo asked, as all 3 women in the room continued to stare at Abby.
“The beginning of May, around the 4th or 5th.” Abby replied as her head again began to pound.
“Ok, Haleh, order a CBC, Chem 7, and a pregnancy test.” Deb ordered her. “And run in under the name Jane Doe.”
“Got it.” Haleh mumbled, leaving the trauma room.
“Thank you.” Abby thanked her.
Deb nodded and smiled. “Did you know you were late?” she asked Abby, who was turning a pale color.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Abby mumbled, as Cleo hurried over to the counter and grabbed an emesis basin. Handing it over to Deb, she gave it to Abby just in time.
“Do you want me to go get Luka?” Cleo asked, as Abby nodded and continued to vomit.
Exiting the trauma room, Cleo made her way down the hallway to the admit desk. “Has anyone seen Carter? I sent him to find Dr. Kovac 10 minutes ago.”
“Kovac went to the roof about half hour ago, could have taken him awhile to get up there and back down.” Frank called, as the phone rang. “ER?”
“Well if him and Carter aren’t back in 5 minutes, beep them both!” Cleo called.
Back in the trauma room, Abby had finished vomiting and was now leaning back against the gurney, now propped in the upright position. The waves of nausea had again begun, but it seemed she would be ok again for a few minutes.
As Deb handed her a cup of water to wash her mouth out, she sat next to her. Setting the chart down on the gurney, she took Abby’s pulse again.
“So, you had no idea you were late?” Deb again asked, looking at Abby.
Abby smiled back at her. “I don’t know. I mean, you have to swear this doesn’t leave this room.” She said seriously to Deb.
“Doctor patient confidentiality.” Deb said, offering Abby a reassuring smile. “No one will find out.”
“Ok. A few months ago I thought I was pregnant but I wasn’t. After that, Luka and I decided we’d start trying after we got married. But I didn’t think it would happen so fast. That’s why I didn’t think anything of the vomiting, or dizziness.” Abby confessed.
Deb nodded and smiled. “So it wouldn’t be such a horrible thing if the test turns out positive?”
“No.” Abby replied, playing with the blanket draped over her. “It would make Luka happy.”
Deb laughed and went to respond as the trauma room doors swung open and Luka rushed in.
“Abby.” Luka said, sounding out of breath as he hurried to her side where he kissed her. “What happened, are you ok?” he managed to get out as he took a deep breath for air.
“Luka, why are you so out of breath?” she asked, as he took another deep breath.
“I ran,” he replied, sounding concerned. “Abby, what happened?”
“I’m ok,” she assured him, glancing over at Deb who was pretending to wash her hands. “I just fainted.”
“You fainted. Abby, that isn’t anything? What tests did they run?” he asked frantically. “Did you eat today? I told you, you should not have come back to work when you’re still sick.”
“Luka, I’m ok. I was just dizzy.” Abby explained. “They’re just doing blood tests.”
“You should go home. Until your feeling better.” Luka told her. “When your tests come back, I’m taking you.”
He took hold of Abby’s hand and leaned over to kiss her. As he did, Abby’s stomach fluttered, god how she wanted those results.
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“The test results for Jane Doe in exam 3 are back.” Randi said aloud later that evening, as she opened a lollipop and popped it in her mouth.
“I’ve got them.” Chen said, reaching for the chart. Looking through them, she read the results and put the chart on top of the two others in her arms.
Walking down the long hallway, passing by a drunken man sitting in a wheelchair who grabbed at her skirt, she made her way to exam 3 where Abby was sitting in the bed, staring at the wall.
“Where’d Luka go?” Deb asked, shutting the door behind her and pulling the curtain around the bed.
“Dr. Weaver came and got him about an hour ago. She needed help with a patient.” Abby replied. “Did the tests come back?”
Deb nodded and looked down at the chart. “I ran them unanimous, though everyone out there knows you passed out. But they won’t know why though.” she assured Abby. “You ready?”
Taking a deep breath and smiling, Abby nodded. “Yes.”
“It’s positive.” Deb replied, reading off the results.
“Positive.” Abby repeated back, like she wasn’t sure was hearing right. “You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent.” Deb replied. “Congratulations.”
“Yeah..... thanks.” Abby replied, a million thoughts floating through her head.
“Well, if you’re feeling ok now, and the dizziness is gone, I can discharge you.” Deb told her. “I’ll just write you a script for some prenatal vitamins.. you know the whole procedure with those.”
Abby nodded, still in a daze to the news. “Yeah, I know how they work.”
“Ok, well you can get dressed and I’ll go discharge you.”
“Uh huh.” was all Abby replied, as she went to stand up. As she did, Deb gave her one last smile and left the room.
Quickly dressing, Abby exited the exam room and made her way back down to admit.
“I thought you were going home.” Dave said to her, noticing as she grabbed a chart from the pile.
“No, I’m ok.” Abby replied, her mind wandering elsewhere.
“You passed out didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m fine.” snapped at him, walking away.
“Whoa, calm down.” he mumbled, looking through the rack for a new patient. “Some has major PMS.”
“Dave, shut up.” Haleh said, passing by, walking for exam 1.
“Jeez, both of em have it.” He mumbled, low enough for no one to hear. As he set out for curtain area 2, he passed by Dr. Greene and Dr. Kovac and muttered, “Steer clear of Abby and Haleh, major PMS.”
“What?” was all Luka replied. “Where’s Abby? I thought she was still in the exam room."
“Not anymore, just grabbed a chart and took off.”
“Damn it.” Luka muttered, walking away.
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Through the summer and the fall
We had each other that was all
Just she and I together
Like it was meant to be
And when she was lonely
I was there to comfort her
And i knew that she loved me
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“Abby.” Luka called a few minutes later, as he found her in Curtain area 3, taking a sleeping woman’s vitals. “Why haven’t you gone home?”
“Luka, I’m ok.” She replied, writing in the woman’s chart.
“Passing out is not ok. Now no one even answered me before. Why did you pass out?”
“Could we talk about this somewhere else?” Abby asked, setting the chart down.
“No, I want to know now. What happened, why are you trying to hide this from me?”
“Luka, come on. I don’t want to tell you right here.” Abby said.
“Abby, tell me. Are you sick? I want to know so I can help you!” he said, his voice sounding more and more concerned.
Seeing the hurt, the concern in his face, Abby took his hand and pulled him out of the exam room. Pulling him down the hall, she peeked into the woman’s room and seeing it was empty, pulled him inside.
“I’m not supposed to be in here.” Luka said, looking around. “But this bathroom is much nicer than the men’s.” he commented.
“Luka, I didn’t bring you in here to talk about the bathroom.” Abby said, impatiently.
“I know.” He said, touching her arm. “Abby, please tell me what’s wrong.”
She looked to the floor and then back up to him. Squeezing his hand, she took it and gently placed it on her stomach. She held it there with her own hand and grinned up at him, as he watched her.
“That’s what’s the matter with me.” She told him, as his eyes widened and a huge grin spread across his face.
“Oh my god!” he cried, happily as he wrapped his arms around Abby and lifted her into the air. “We are going to have a baby!”
She too laughed as he lifted her into his arms and kissed her. He then leaned down and kissed her stomach, all while wanting to jump around like a 5 year old on Christmas morning who just received the toy he had begged for months to have.
“You’re having my baby.” He said, as he kissed her again. “I’m sorry I got mad before.” He apologized.
“It’s ok.” She replied, his arms still wrapped around her. As she leaned up to kiss him again, the bathroom door swung open and Elizabeth walked in.
“Hello Abby….. Luka.” She greeted them, looking at the oddly.
“Elizabeth.” Luka said politely, as Abby burst out laughing and buried her face in his chest. “Come here.” Luka said, grinning and pulling Abby from the bathroom. “What’s so funny?’ he asked, his grin growing wider and wider as he looked at her. She was carrying his child, inside of her body. It was his, he had another chance, a chance he had waited so long for.
“Just the way you said hello, it was funny.” She admitted, as he pulled her toward the lounge. Pulling her inside, he again kissed her.
“I love you.” He said, millions of thoughts running through his head.
“I hope so.” She replied, as she stepped back. “When are you off?” she asked, looking at her watch.
“Not for a few more hours.” He replied, as her face fell.
“Can you get off early?” she asked hopefully, not wanting to go home alone.
“Weaver will kill me. I already took two days off last week when I stayed home with you.” He said, sounding unhappy. He had just found out he was going to be a father for Christ sake! He wanted to be with Abby.
“Damn.” She mumbled, as he hand wandered down to her stomach. “Do you want me to hang around and wait for you?”
“No, you should go home and rest. I’ll see if I can try and get out an hour early maybe.”
Abby nodded. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, go home. Take care of our baby.” He ordered her, as he kissed her one last time. “I’ll see you in a little while ok?”
Kissing her one last time, he felt like he couldn’t move.. he didn’t want to move. He wanted to go home with her and never leave. Just be with her.. forever.
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When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives winthin my heart
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After returning home from work and spending another good 45 minutes glued to the toilet, Abby wandered into the living room and fell asleep on the couch. Later that evening, Luka returned home with a shopping bag and found Abby fast asleep. Smiling as he watched her, he threw his coat on the chair near the TV and pulled what he had purchased out of the plastic bag. Tossing the bag to the floor, he tiptoed over to Abby and kissed her forehead lightly before sitting on the floor next to her, his head level with her on the couch. Pulling Abby's shirt up ever so carefully, exposing her stomach, he opened the book he had just bought and began to read quietly.
"I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am." He whispered to her stomach, as he turned the page. "I do not like them with a house, I do not like them with a mouse."
As he read, Abby's arm moved and now hung off the side of the couch. As it hung, it woke her up, because her eyes slowly opened and she looked down to see Luka, leaning about 2 inches away from her stomach, reading a book out loud.
"Luka, what are you doing?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?"
"It's about 7:30." He whispered back. "And.. I was reading a book."
"To my stomach?" she whispered back. "Why are we whispering?"
"I don't know." He giggled. "But I heard that if you read to the baby while it's in the womb, it.. what the word?" he asked.
"Can identify with it after it's born?" Abby finished, grabbing the book from Luka's grip. "I've heard that. Green Eggs and Ham?" she laughed, leafing through the book. "I remember reading this to Eric, when I would put him to bed."
"You put Eric to bed?" Luka asked. .
"Yeah, most of the time. When I would, my mom was either already asleep, or off her meds and crying in her bedroom. So I would put him to bed, make sure he was ok." Abby explained. Sitting up, and making room for Luka, he joined her on the couch, her stomach still exposed. "Are you going to finish?" she asked, wanting the topic changed.
“You want me to finish?” he asked, as she put her hand to her stomach.
Abby nodded and smiled, as he re-opened the book and kissed her. “Ok,” he replied. “Hey in there,” he said, again speaking to Abby’s stomach. “I’m your daddy. Do you want me to finish reading to you?”
“What kind of response are you looking for?” Abby laughed as a smile spread across Luka’s face.
“I don’t know,” he said slyly.
“Read.” she ordered him, as he continued to laugh.
“Ok, ok.” He replied, giggling. “I will not eat them here or there. I will not eat them anywhere.”
“I do not like green eggs and ham… I do not like them Sam I am.” Abby finished, remembering the book from years ago. Sighing, she stretched her arm and looked over at the clock. “How many books did you buy?” she asked, eyeing the plastic bag on the floor, which still contained books.
“I don’t know. I think maybe 4.” He replied, leaning over and grabbing the bag. “I went to that bookstore near the hospital before I came home.” He explained.
“Which one’s?” she asked, grabbing the bag from him. “’Green Eggs and Ham’, ‘The Cat in the Hat’, ‘One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish’, ‘The Cat in the Hate Comes Back’” she said, reading aloud the titles. “What’d you buy, exclusively Dr. Seuss?”
Luka smiled. “Marco and Jasna, I remember how Danielja and I used to read these books to them before bed every night.” He remembered, putting his hand to Abby’s stomach and rubbing it. “I thought the new baby would like them.”
Abby smiled and leaned over into Luka. “I’ll bet he or she loves them.” She replied, in a voice slightly above a whisper. “Because you’re his or her dad, and they’ll love you for that.”
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When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives winthin my heart
3/20/01