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I need help [RP for Lee] (spoilers for tonight's ER)
standing in the elevator
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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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He smiles at her a bit sadly, knowing they can't stay like this. Should probably take a shower...

She lets out a small sigh, turning her head away, resenting the end to their relative calm even though she knows he's right. Yeah...I know.

He kisses the side of her neck when she turns away, murmurs against her ear. I was talking about me too...

She turns her head back towards him when he kisses her, nodding. I'm going to miss you...

He brings his hand up to cup the side of her neck, give her a gentle squeeze. I'm going to miss you too. I wish there was something else, another means to help you...but I trust you to know what you need.

She slips her arm back around his middle. I do need this...I wish I didn't, but I do.

He uses his thumb to caress the side of her neck. I know, Abigail. I do know. I don't like how much time we've spent apart lately but I guess this can't be avoided.

I'm sorry. She can't help repeating it again; she knows she won't be able to say it enough, especially to him.

He shakes his head. Stop apologizing, please. I'm happy you want to do this, get sober.

She swallows. I've been a bad wife, a bad mother.

He bites his lip, wanting to tell her that's not true but he can't lie to her. Not the greatest lately...but we love you.

She turns her head away; it hurts more to hear it from him. Should take that shower...

He sighs. I know it's not how you want to be, Abigail...don't be mad at me...

I'm not mad. It's the truth, though she shifts away from him, intending to get up.

He doesn't believe that, doubly so with her moving away. I'm sorry.

She sits on the edge of the bed, head in hands. It's okay.

He sits up beside her, rubs a hand over her back, kisses her shoulder. No one's perfect all the time. I'm not always the best husband or father, you know that. He's trying to soften his words from a moment ago.

She merely nods, then eases herself off the bed, picking up his shirt from the floor and slipping it over her head as she walks towards the bathroom. She looks back at him. Are you taking a shower too?

He smiles at the way she looks in his shirt, nods. Yeah...if you don't mind sharing.

She shakes her head and holds her hand out for him. I don't mind.

He stands, takes her hand as he reaches her, giving her fingers a light squeeze. Sharing's always been my problem, not yours.

She manages a small smile at that, walking with him into the bathroom where she turns on the water, letting it warm up.

He watches her get the shower ready, reaches over to tug at the hem of the shirt she's wearing. Come here, Mrs. Dubenko...

She turns and walks to him, letting him pull her to him by the hem of the shirt.

His lips curl into a small smile as she comes closer. You look good in my shirt. He offers, not really having much to say but wanting an excuse to wrap his arms around her again.

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