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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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He shrugs, not having any idea about problems between the two women. You know how she is...Neela. Though she's got some guy she's seeing now. I met him the other day. Seems nice enough. Came to the hospital to pick her up for a date.

Oh yeah? She raises her eyebrows in surprise. How'd she meet him?

He tilts his head as h tries to recall if he even knows. You know...I don't know. It's not like she tells me that sort of thing. Most of our conversations are work related.

Of course. This would be the kind of thing she'd have talked at length about with Neela - but not with the turn their relationship had taken recently. And she knows that's mostly, if not all, her fault. Yeah...I guess so. As they re-enter the common room they'd been in earlier, she leads the way to the couch again.

He lets Lily down onto the couch, the little girl immediately holding the back of the furniture to balance herself as she stands on the cushions. Lee sits next to her, a hand at her back so she won't fall. Oh and um...she's discovered she can jump on the sofa...

She can't help but chuckle at that, her hand also supporting Lily at her back. Oh *has* she?

That might be my fault. He admits sheepishly.

She arches an eyebrow at that. Somehow, that doesn't surprise me.

Why do you say that? He tries not to sound defensive as he frowns at her. For her part, Lily is happily bending her knees and bouncing on the couch.

She looks amused, though she keeps her eyes on the "dancing" toddler. Well, I seem to remember you getting *me* to dance on the couch once...

*Once.* He insists then holds a hand up and shakes his head. I was not jumping on the couch. I was vacuuming and needed to get her out of the way. I *may* have bounced her on the cushions to get her to stay put for a few minutes.

And in the process, created a monster. She nods at their daughter. She's not upset in the least - rather, she's amused; the image is strangely endearing.

He looks down, still feeling a bit embarrassed at having fostered one of Lily's bad habits. She won't sit down on the couch any more unless you force her to, she'd rather bounce up and down. Makes writing chart notes a challenge. He shrugs, thinking about the way he's been sitting on the floor instead when he works at home.

Oh, Lily...She chides softly, shaking her head. C'mere, baby, why don't you sit down with Mama. She pats her lap, hopefully.

Proving her father wrong, the little girl climbs into her mother's lap, head resting against Abby's chest.

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