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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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He nods in response as he turns back around in his seat. Fastening his seatbelt again, he looks at Lily in the rear view mirror. Ready to go bye bye, Lily?

She turns to smile at the little girl as she parrots her father's "bye bye" in the midst of other happy babbling.

He smiles slightly as he listens to Lily. Well, at least someone's happy. He makes the comment quietly as he backs the car out of the driveway and heads towards their destination.

She clears her throat, awkwardly. Um...I just bought more diapers, so you should be set for a while with that... She wants to go on, wants to tell him to remember this and don't forget that, but she knows he knows their daughter's routine as well as she does. She's been wanting Make Way for Ducklings for her story lately...

He lets her talk, not bothering to tell her that he knows this, and that he's capable of buying more diapers should the need arise. Read it twice, right?

She nods. At least. Last night we had to read it four times.

He gives her a sideways glance at that one. Four?

She shrugs a shoulder. It's not a *long* book.

I know that. He shakes his head. I understand the benefits of repetition but really...

Had to get her drowsy somehow. She admits.

Turn the lights down, rock her, talk quietly...He offers his own method for getting the baby to sleep.

Make Way for Ducklings...He repeats the title mostly to remind himself then shrugs. Okay. Is there anything else I need to know?

No...She shakes her head, then stops herself, swallowing. Could you just...remind her that I love her...that I'm coming back?

He takes one hand off the wheel and places it on her thigh. Of course I will. I did the same thing while you were in Texas.

She rests her hand over his, squeezing lightly. I love you, too.

I know you do. He turns his head towards her briefly, giving her a small smile.

Good. She nods, returning his small smile.

We'll be just fine, Abigail. He tries to sound reassuring. You don't need to worry about us.

I know. She rubs her thumb over his hand absently. I know I don't have to, but that doesn't mean I won't.

He squeezes her thigh again, hating this more the closer they get to their destination. We'll be fine, you just...you just concentrate on you, okay?

I know. She swallows, the knot in her stomach growing tighter as they grow nearer. I will.

Good. This was becoming awkward for him and he was at a loss as to what to say to her. That's good.

She feels his awkwardness and sighs, looking out the window.

He pulls his hand back, placing it on the steering wheel again, tapping his thumb against the leather nervously. So ah...phone calls, visitation...am I going to be allowed to?

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