I'm technically proficient

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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 lets go of her when she moves, nods. Of course. I mean if you want, I can come home now...well as soon as I get this thing out of my arm. He's all ready pulling the tape off, meaning to take out his IV.

You said you have a meeting...She puts a hand over his arm, not wanting him to pull his IV out.

He stops what he was doing and looks at her. It's not as important as you. Neela can run things without me. I all ready had her go home and pick up her laptop.

If you're sure...She bites her lip. I'm just going to make some calls...Pack a bag...

Sneak off with out saying good-bye...He sighs. I know I can't do this for you, but why won't you let me help where I can?

I wasn't going to do that. She responds sharply. I was going to say goodbye.

He closes his eyes, presses his lips together as he shakes his head. Why does he even bother? If you don't want me there, I'll stay at work.

She takes a breath and lets it out slowly. She knows she needs to let him help as much as she can. I want you there, Lee.

Then I'll come home with you. I don't have to be at the conference. He starts pulling at the tape holding the IV in place again.

She has to bite her lip to keep from protesting again. How are you feeling?

Like I've been used as a camel's chew toy. He tells her honestly. And I've had enough of this anti-camel drip. I doubt I'm going to develop humps on my back or a spitting habit if I remove this.

If you think so. She looks at the bandage on his thigh. You want me to go find you some crutches?

He nods. Pants would be even more appreciated.

She nods. You have some here, or do you want a pair of scrubs?

Camel ate mine. He finishes pulling out the IV, studying the needle as he talks to her. Scrubs are fine. Want to toss this stuff for me? I think enough of the staff has seen my backside today.

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