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phoning home [RP for Lee]
standing in the elevator
After three hellish days in detox, Abby is finally feeling well enough, relatively speaking, to settle into a routine of sorts at the inpatient rehab center she's checked herself into. Throughout the detox process, throughout the tremors, nausea, debilitating headaches, and insomnia, all she's thought of (other than having a drink) is Lee and Lily. She's cried more than she'd ever admit, missing her husband and daughter and home almost to the point that she feels it physically. She almost regrets saying she needs to do this alone, but knows she'd never be able to do it if this wasn't her decision and hers alone.

But she still needs them. More than she's ever admitted to herself before. She takes a shower, subconsciously wanting to be fresh and clean for her first allowed phonecall after a successful completion of the detox process. She makes her way from her room to the main floor where she waits, impatiently, for her allotted time slot to begin.

When she finally gets on the phone, she freezes for a moment, her fingers forgetting what to do, what numbers to dial. When she shakes herself and dials the familiar numbers of Lee's phone, she can feel her heart banging around in her chest. What can he think of her now? Maybe he won't even want to talk to her. Maybe he's relieved to be rid of her and the mess she's made of her life. She wouldn't blame him, and she can feel her palms sweating as she listens to the phone ring.

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You're loss. He shrugs, happy to talk about either case, really. So I walk into the trauma room and before I can ask what the situation is, the patient coughs and the next thing I know, I've been smacked in the head with *something*, the patient sighs with relief, his wife groans and Pratt's trying not to choke on his laughter. Sam? She's doubled over and in danger of turning blue from the way she's laughing and not breathing. I'm still standing there trying to figure out what happened.

Oh my god...She looks warily at him. What was it?

He pushes his glasses up and scratches his nose before continuing, stalling as he chooses his words carefully. Once Sam was able to somewhat speak coherently again, I was informed that the patient and his wife were having um...intimate fun with a rubber ball. Let's just say that it got pulled in too far for them to remove it themselves and once the patient coughed, there was sufficient force built up to expel the object. It bounced off the wall and cracked me in the head.

She stares at him for a moment before she cracks, letting out a burst of laughter, her shoulders shaking at the mental image his words give her.

He sits there quietly as she laughs, having to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from joining her. He's still not amused at this having happened to him, but hearing her laugh is well worth sharing the story.

She gasps with laughter, leaning against him. Sorry...that's just too funny...

He looks down at her and shakes his head slowly, barely able to contain a chuckle of his own. Why do these things always happen to me?

Her laughter dies down, though she still smirks as she sees him holding back his own laughter. No idea...but I'm not complaining.

Brat. He says it with warmth. I suppose you think it's funny that Sam took a picture of me in my underwear too? And that it's been emailed around the hospital.

She arches an eyebrow at that, not sure if she likes that at all. In your underwear?

Seems that no one felt the need to inform me that my gown was hanging wide open after the camel incident. Sam captured it on the digital camera for everyone. He looks mortified even now.

Her mouth drops open at that, shaking her head. Yikes...I'd have closed it, you know.

Well, you love me. He says softly, adding with a bit of uncertainty, Or so that's the rumor anyway.

She pulls away from him slightly, hurt by the uncertainty she hears in his voice. Well, for once the rumor mill's right. She sounds stubborn, slightly wounded.

He tries to pull her back, sorry that he's said anything. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that. This is, it's been hard. And I miss you.

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