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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, stretching out on the couch until he's in a more comfortable position. He waits until he's alone to let out a sigh full of deep relief and gratitude. Maybe things will get better after all.

She disposes of the IV supplies and finds him a pair of scrubs from the surgery supply closet before returning to his office, knocking softly before she enters.

He's pulled back his bandage, inspecting the damage the camel did to his leg and he doesn't look up when she comes back in. This is going to be an ugly scar.

She winces as she gets closer and sees the wound. Are you sure you should be going home yet?

I *could* sit here and be uncomfortable or I could go home and be uncomfortable. He shrugs. I'd rather spend the time with you. Not like there's anything to be done for an animal bite. Can't close it, infection would be sure to set in.

Okay. She nods. Want me to find you a pair of crutches, or do you want a chair?

Crutches. He refuses to sit in a wheel chair unless it's absolutely necessary. He holds his hands out for the scrubs.

She hands him the scrubs, glad he's not refusing crutches, too. All right, let me go hunt some down.

Thank you. He nods before pulling the hospital gown off and quickly putting the scrub top on, the pants being a bit more tricky as he tries to avoid putting any pressure on his injured leg.

Here, let me help...She moves to help him with the pants.

He starts to protest but realizes he actually needs the help and relents. I am never agreeing to do another Christmas pageant, I hope you know that.

I know. She eases the pants on and pulls them up carefully before tying them at the waist. I don't think anyone's going to blame you for that.

He rests his hands on top of hers as she ties the scrub pants. I don't know what I'd do without you. He gives her hands a squeeze, hoping she knows he isn't talking about getting him dressed.

She keeps her gaze down after she ties the pants. She knows what he's talking about but doesn't want to go there. Call Harold to help you? A joke is better.

He snorts. Knowing what she's doing, he humors her for now. I'd sooner go naked.

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