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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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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.

I know. She doesn't have an explanation or excuse, not a satisfactory one.

I wouldn't have been mad at you. He assumes that's why she keeps things from him.

She shakes her head. I know, that's not...She thought she could handle it this time, didn't want him to see her so weak if she couldn't.

He doesn't feel any better about things, she's only confirming the fact that she never wants his help, doesn't need him for anything. Do you understand that I love you? Really love you.

She pulls back slightly to look at him. Of course I do.

He wants to believe that, he really wants to think that she knows how much he cares for her. Then why can't you come to me with things? He shakes his head, knowing he won't get an answer about anything now. I'm going to take your bag down and put it in the car.

She presses her lips together, knowing he's upset with her but not knowing how to fix things. Okay...

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