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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 furrows his brow and shakes his head. No. I'm not going to ask her about the guy, she's your best friend.

Aren't you friends with her, too? She counters.

Sure. He shrugs then holds up a hand. But there are things we just don't talk about.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. I'm sorry...I can't do this for you. With her, I mean. Whatever the problem is that's keeping you from talking to her, honey, you need to find a way to solve it.

She purses her lips and looks away. I know. She and I just didn't...part on great terms, is all.

He's known something was off between the two but he didn't ask Neela about it and now he wasn't sure if he should as Abby. Abigail...I don't know how else to say this but you're in rehab. I don't think you parted on good terms with any one...

She gives him a look; how dense does he think she is? I do know that, Lee.

He looks away, aware that he's just stuck his foot in it. Sorry...just talk to her. I am not getting in the middle of whatever you two are upset about.

Okay, that's fine. I said I will. She doesn't know why he's pressing the issue anymore.

He looks at her then, unsure of why she's getting so aggravated. I'm sorry I'm not up on all the latest Neela gossip. I *have* had more important things on my mind.

Don't...She presses her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, taking a breath. I don't want to do this. I'm sorry.

He nods, feeling sorry himself. No, I'm sorry. And for the record, I've only been concerned for you, for Lily. I don't really care what any one else is doing to be honest with you.

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