Let Me Fall After Her





Chapter 6 "Tragedy Strikes to Those Undeserving"

Abby listened intently as Anna explained to the best of her abilities the night before when Carter had flipped out on her.

"Wow," Abby said simply. She swirled a french fry in her ketchup and gnawed at the end. "You didn't stay."

"I didn't think it would've been a good idea," Anna murmured. She pushed her half-eaten burger away from her, no longer interested in it.

"Yah, John can have quite a temper sometimes," Abby admitted.

"He didn't have one when I knew him."

"A lot changed after you left."

Anna hung her head. "I know. I just… I don't know what to do. He's one of my best friends."

"Was one," Abby corrected her. "Sounds like he doesn't see you as much of a friend to him anymore."

"Yah, because I screwed it up." Anna tossed her fork down on the table. "God, I don't even know what to do."

"Just give him some time. He's been doing great for almost a year now. It's surprising to all of us that he's having a setback."

"You don't think he'll start using again, do you?'

"Not if he doesn't want to get thrown out on his ass. Weaver's given him only so much slack since he messed up. She won't tolerate any more."

"It seems that he doesn't care, though. Not about anything."

"He cares. He just doesn't show it. Doesn't know how to." Abby leaned back in her seat. "Don't worry. I'll keep an eye out for you. He's my best friend. I won't let anything happen to him."

Anna smiled. "He's lucky to have someone like you." Abby shrugged in modesty. "Seriously. God knows I fucked up. He needs you. Just… just make sure he has someone there for him."

"He has lots of people, though he doesn't know it. We've all beaten ourselves up for letting Carter slip after his attack. We're not going to let it happen again."

Anna was happy Carter had someone to look out for him. She wasn't any use to him anymore, sadly as it was. She glanced at her watch and slid out of her seat.

"I'm going back to Weaver's. I have to finish packing."

Abby's eyes lit up. "Are you coming back before you leave?"

"Yah. I won't make that mistake again. I'll come by before I go to the airport." She dug out a few dollars to leave on the table and hurried out. The day was beautiful so she decided to forgo the cab and walk back to Dr. Weaver's apartment. It was only a few blocks from the hospital, and she wasn't in much of a hurry.

On her way back she kept thinking about John. She couldn't believe she had hurt him so. Of all the people in the world to disappoint, John was the last one she dared to let down. How could she have even called him her friend. She always dodged his questions of them going out. She'd tried to keep their relationship at a professional level, and she did, but with great difficulty. She cared deeply for John, so deeply that, even though it was hard, she would obey his requests. She was going back to Philly, back to her own life. John could have his back, without her interference. Maybe later she'd call just to see if he'd forgive her and then maybe they could possibly stay friends. She'd come back to visit anytime he wanted, whether it was convenient or not. She'd show him what a good friend she could be. She just had to let herself feel her feelings for John and act on them more often.

She stopped on the corner of a busy street. Maybe she shouldn't leave yet. Who was she kidding? John would be even more pissed off if she kept going to him, asking him to forgive her. She needed to give him some time. That's what she'd do. Let him cool off for a few days. Then she'd call and let him know of her thoughts. Or maybe she'd see him at the hospital. She wasn't sure if he was working or not, but maybe he was. She kept her eyes on the light signals, willing it to change so she could cross safely. She wanted to hurry and head back to the hospital.

The light turned green and the walk signal flashed on. She stepped onto the road and made her way across.

A little ways up the road, an older man in a station wagon noticed the light was turning yellow. He pressed on the gas, wanting to cross the intersection so he wouldn't be late for his meeting. It looked as though he would make it. Just as the light turned red, his car zoom passed the crosswalk. Ahead of him, a pretty blond woman stepped out from behind a parked car and was walking across the street. His foot frantically sought the break pedal, but he slowed his car too late. He hit the woman head on, knocking her on top of his hood. When his car finally stopped, she rolled off the car and hit her head on the pavement hard, rolling a few feet away and stopping just beside the sidewalk, face down. Dark blood seeped from her head as she lay motionless. The driver leapt out and raced over, but had no idea how to help her. With trembling hands he pulled out his cell phone and called 911.



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