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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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Yeah, ready. She nods, moving towards the door of his office, meaning to hold it open for him as he's on crutches. Do you have everything you need?

Yeah. He nods, making his way across the office to the door. He honestly doesn't care about anything he's brought into work with him. It will be here when he comes back.

She opens the door for him, holding it open as he exits the room before following him, letting the door shut behind her. She's anxious about what lies ahead, both at home and when she checks herself into a rehab facility.

He ignores his colleagues as they head towards the elevators. Between concentrating on uses the crutches and his thoughts on personal matters, people harassing him about the camel are the last thing he has time for.

She pushes the button for the elevator, her mind still on this mess she's created. She avoids meeting anyone's gaze, feeling exposed, even though she knows their coworkers don't know about her relapse; most don't even know about her alcoholism at all.

He waits with her, content to let people think she's only here to take him home after the pageant incident. Anything else is none of their business, though he knows eventually Anspaugh and the hospital's advisers will have to be made aware.

When the elevator door opens, she waits for the occupants to get out before walking in, holding the door open for Lee.

He gives her a small smile of thanks as he joins her. Thanks.

You're welcome. She pushes the button for the ground floor and leans against the wall as the door closes. She's clearly distracted, thinking of all she needs to do when they get home, not only calling facilities and getting herself into one, packing, but also getting rid of the alcohol she has in the house.

His own thoughts are similarly occupied. He doesn't know what to really expect when they get home, besides a flurry of activity and possibly a chance to have an honest discussion with Abby before she leaves...for yet another indefinite absense.

As they near their floor, she swallows hard, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. I'm sorry about this...I never wanted this.

He nods, looking down as he clenches and unclenches his hands around the crutches. I don't think anyone ever *wants* it, Abby.

She blinks, not sure what he's implying. I guess not.

He looks up at her then. I know you didn't set out to sabotage yourself, okay?

Or us. Our family. It's important to her that he knows that; it's more important now than herself, alone.

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