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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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She steps towards him then, wrapping her arms around him, letting her hands explore him instead of her eyes.

He relaxes under her touch, much more comfortable with this sort of admiration. He brings his hands up to brush her hair back from her face. This is turning into a fantastic shower.

She looks up at him, nodding. It is...thank you.

He brushes his lips over her brown, kissing away the drops of water on her skin. I love you.

I love you too. She reaches up to rest her hand at the back of his neck, massaging lightly.

He lets his head fall forward, his forehead rest against her brow. I'll do whatever I can, whatever you need me to do...to help you.

She closes her eyes, nodding slightly against his forehead. I know...

Just needed you to know. And part of him wishes that all she needed was to be held like this.

She nods again, shifting to rest her head on his chest.

He sighs deeply as he holds her, one hand continually sluicing the warm water from her back.

She relaxes against him, wishing they could just stay like this. We could just stay like this...She mumbles.

He smiles sadly at her words then shakes his head. We could...but then things wouldn't change. And they need to.

I know. She pulls away from him, tipping her head back to the water, then wiping her face off. We should get going.

He bites his lip, not liking that she's right. Yeah...

She raises up to kiss him lightly. I'll get better, I promise. Okay?

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