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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 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?

She plays with her fingers on her lap anxiously. There are visiting days...I don't know about phone calls, except they did say I won't be able to call until I'm through...She clears her throat. Through with detox.

He nods, this is what he expected. You said you needed to do this alone...does that mean you won't want me to come see you?

She bites her lip; she honestly doesn't know what she'll need. She's never been in rehab and in a serious relationship at the same time before. But then when she thinks of her previous rehab experiences, she shakes her head. It doesn't mean that.

He just nods, knowing he needs to be patient and adopt a wait-and-see attitude even if it's harder for him this way. All right. Well...you'll just have to let me know. You know I'll want to see you.

She nods. I know. I'll call you, okay?

Okay. He tenses somewhat as they reach their destination, pulling the car into the facility's parking lot. How many times are they going to torture themselves with good bye? Should...we...come in with you?

She looks at him anxiously, unsure. Do...do you want to?

He parks the car before looking over at her. I want whatever's going to make this easier for you.

She nods. I'd...like you to come in. If you could?

Of course I can. He pats her leg then unfastens his seatbelt. Hey, Lily...you ready to come say bye bye to Mommy? He asks the little girl in a too cheerful voice, not wanting her to be upset by what's going to transpire.

She unfastens her seatbelt, thinking this was a mistake to bring Lily. The little girl won't understand, and she can only hope she won't get too upset. She gets out of the car, taking her bag, and opens the back door for Lily.

He gets out of the car and comes around to help her with Lily. I'll get her...

She nods, stepping aside to let him get their daughter out of her carseat.

He keeps up the happy chatter with Lily as he gets her out of the car, adjusts her coat and mittens and finally holds her close as he pushes the car door shut. Giving Abby an expectant look, he nods at the building. You ready for this?

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