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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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If he is lying, she doesn't want to know it. She'll believe the lie if that's what it takes, and she's grateful for it. She swallows with difficulty before speaking again. I have to.

She pulls back from him then, wiping at her eyes before looking up at him. I will do everything I can. I promise you.

He reaches up to wipe at a stray tear with the side of his thumb. Thank you.

She nods. Don't give up on me yet, okay? Her tone is light, almost as if she's joking, though she's not.

He shakes his head. Abigail, I'm not giving up on you. You've stood by me. All I want to do is the same thing.

Thank you. She squeezes his hand, tightly.

I love you. He says the words slowly and with conviction, needing her to understand that he's not just saying them without meaning.

She looks at him for a long moment, wanting to remember the expression on his face. I love you too. She says it with just as much conviction.

He chews the side of his lip, the way he always does when thinking or worrying. Is there anything I can help you with?

She looks down, thinking. Um...I need to make some calls...maybe you could find my suitcase so I can pack a few things?

He nods, wanting this for her because she needs the help and dreading it at the same time. He doesn't want another prolonged separation from her. I can do that. Which one do you want? The set we took to Cabo or the smaller bag?

She shakes her head; she can't imagine she'll be needing too much. The smaller one's fine.

All right. He runs his hand down her arm before turning to carefully make his way upstairs. He knows where the bag is but he'll afford her the privacy she wants to make her calls.

She sits at the kitchen table as she calls various rehab programs within the city. She finds one that has a space for her, and is told she can check herself in as early as tonight. She arranges to check in in a few hours and hangs up her phone, making her way upstairs to look for Lee.

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