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I need help [RP for Lee] (spoilers for tonight's ER)
standing in the elevator
After a strangely jarring conversation with the new hospital chaplain, Abby finds herself taking the elevator upstairs, to the surgical department. Making her way to her husband's office, she waffles outside the door, pacing, stalling.

It's not until she sees one of the surgical nurses casting a curious look in her direction that she knocks softly on the door, then pushes it open. She takes a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair, and lets the door close behind her as she steps into Lee's office.

She begins to speak but has to clear her throat before she tries again.
Hey...how's the leg feeling? She approaches her husband slowly, gesturing to his injured leg.

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She shakes her head, not knowing how else to tell him the fault is all on her.

He continues to hold her, all ready stealing himself against the fact that he's going to miss her terribly.

She hugs him to her, feeling small and weak and horrible at the thought of leaving him and Lily again. I'm sorry...

I know. He looks down at her, plainly worried about their future. But you want to change...you don't want this any more do you?

Of course. She purses her lips together tightly before speaking again. I hate that this is...me. I hate it.

It's not you. He shakes his head, he won't believe that of her. It's the disease. It's not you. You're so much more...

That's always seemed like a cop-out to me. She mutters.

He frowns at that. Am I nothing more than someone who's cancer has gone into remission?

No, of course not. She's never equated his disease with hers.

And you are more than someone with an addiction to alcohol. He reminds her. So much more.

You actually really still believe that? She asks quietly, doubtful.

Why shouldn't I? He tucks his hand under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. You're my wife. Lily's mother. One hell of a doctor. My best friend...

She closes her eyes, though she lets him tilt her head up. She doesn't deserve this, the belief he still has in her, despite everything.

He bites his bottom lip as he studies her upturned face. Glad that she's not looking at him so she can't see the disappointment in his eyes, he finally leans down slightly and presses a kiss to her forehead. He does still love her regardless of everything that's happened, she stood by him and he'll do the same for her.

Her face flushes at his kiss, and she dips her head again, tucking it under his chin instead, so he doesn't have to see her face.

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