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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 can't help but laugh softly as she grabs a towel instead of facing him. Hey...

Hey what? She does turn around then, wrapping the towel around her body.

He pulls her a little closer by tugging on the top of her towel. Just hey...He murmurs before brushing his mouth against hers.

Hey...She murmurs against his mouth.

Mmmm. He kisses her again, liking the way she feels against him.

She kisses him back, then pulls away slightly. Lee...

He rests his hands on her shoulders and nods. Okay...I know, we need to get going.

She nods, finally pulling away from him and stepping out of the shower.

He reaches for his own towel and follows her out of the shower.

She finishes drying her body off, then brings the towel to her hair, rubbing the excess water out as she walks back into their bedroom.

He doesn't bother to dry off properly, just wraps the towel around his waist. Do you want me to call the sitter and have her bring Lily home?

She nods, pausing in pulling her jeans up, stomach clenching as she thinks about leaving her little girl again. Yeah...Yeah. I want to see her before...

He nods before she finishes the sentence, reaching for the phone as he heads towards his dresser for something to wear.

She purses her lips together, running her hand over a framed picture of Lily on her dresser.

He keeps the phone call short as he asks the sitter to bring Lily back to the house early since he and Abby are home. After hanging up he pats her back gently and gets dressed himself, pulling on jeans and a sweater.

She pulls on a sweater as well as her jeans, and returns to the bathroom to run a comb through her hair and brush her teeth. She's moving methodically, not wanting to think about what comes next.

He lets her get dressed and putter around in the bathroom, giving her some space not that he feels any better about their impending departure. He sits on the bed to put on his socks and shoes, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Coming back out into the bedroom, she watches him for several moments before going to sit beside him on the edge of the bed.

He looks over at her as she sits down, rests a hand on her thigh.

She leans into him lightly when he touches her.

I'm sorry...He's not sure if he's apologizing for his reluctance or the fact that he'd been so oblivious to how serious things had gotten. Maybe both.

You don't have anything to be sorry for. She protests. This is my fault.

He shakes his head. I'm sorry I didn't know.

I'm good at hiding it. She reminds him, not proud of that fact.

He nods, hating the truth in her statement. I wish you wouldn't do that. Hide from me.

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