Abigail - S01 E26

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Abigail - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

The door to the ward opened.

Thelma and Cora stepped out and walked away with the endoscope without saying a word to Abby.

The next person to step out was Marshall.

Abigail and Emma quickly stood up and went up to him.

“How is she?” Abigail asked immediately.

He glanced over at them and let out a de-ep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t believe you, Dr. Abby. What gave you the right to attend to my patient?”

“Are you serious with that question?”

“Yes, I am. Ward 302 is my patient and shouldn’t be any of your damn business.”

“She was dying!” Abby exasperated. “You don’t expect me to stand back and do nothing.”

“Keep poking your nose in matters that don’t concern you and end your career with your own hands. Tara is my responsibility, you hear me?” He attempted to walk away but Abby stood in front of him.

She wanted to curse him for not picking up his call when Thelma called severally to tell him of Tara’s condition. She wanted to hit him right in the face for saying that shit to her face when he should be glad that she helped ease the situation before it escalated.

What was so important to him that he had to ignore Thelma and everyone else’s call?

However, she knew that if she tries to put him in his place, he won’t tell her anything about Tara’s condition. And she really wants to know how the girl was faring. Is she okay now? Has the bleeding stopped? Is she back to being the strong and beautiful Tara she has always known? She wanted to know so she decided to do the most civilized thing.

“Fine. I was wrong. I should never have attempted to do anything. I’m sorry. But can you tell me about her health? Is she okay? How is she doing?” She questioned.

“Please,” Emma added.

Marshall hesitated for a while before saying, “Luckily, I was able to stop the bleeding. She is receiving fluids right now. I will carry out some tests on her tomorrow.” He explained.

Abby heaved out a breath of relief, running her fingers throu-ghher hair.

“Thank goodness, she is okay. I was worried sick. What is she doing now?”

“Sleeping.” He answered.

“Okay. I saw the swollen liv_”

“I can’t discuss my patient condition with you, Dr. Abby. You are a doctor so you should know what I mean.” He said.

Abigail nodded her head in understanding.

“Can I go in and_”

“No.” He cut her off.

“Please, Dr. Marshall. I just want to see her face. I beg of you.” She pleaded.

“My no is final, Dr. Abby. I am not going to report what you did to the director because your help had helped matters and if we were a little bit late, it would have worsened the situation. But I won’t have you go anywhere close to this ward without permission again.” He said and then walked away.

“That was… rude.” Emma remarked, glaring after Marshall before facing her friend once again. “Let’s go home.”

“But I want to_”

“You can see her tomorrow, okay? She needs rest right now, don’t you think?”

Abby sighed and nodded her head.

“Yeah…”

“You see,” Emma held her best friend’s hand. “let’s go.”

Abby stared at the door one last time before allowing herself to get dragged out by her friend, Emma.

••••

“Good morning,” Emma greeted as she entered the kitchen.

Abby looked up from the cup of coffee she was brewing and smiled.

“Good morning,”

“How was your night?”

“Fine, I guess.”

Emma rolled her eyes as she sat down on the bar stool.

“I know it wasn’t fine. Did you even sleep at all? I would have said you have been crying but…” She shrugged. “You can’t cry which only means you didn’t sleep a wink last night, right?”

It was silent for a moment until Abigail spoke up.

“Am I a monster?”

“What?”

She handed one cup of coffee over to Emma and held unto the other one for herself.

“Why can’t I cry? It is normal for human beings to cry to relieve themselves from every emotion bottled up in their chest. But why can’t I do the same? Why is it so difficult for me to cry?” She whispered.

“First of all, you are not a monster, and don’t ever think that about yourself, Abby. Not everyone cries.”

“You cry,”

“Well…yeah. Occasionally.”

“I hate myself.”

“I love you.” Emma rounded the table and came to stand beside her friend.

“You don’t understand, Ems. There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.” She mumbled.

“Really? Because I do know about the shit you went throu-ghas a child. I know about how your mother died. I know what you went throu-ghto score the highest in high school and college. I know when you got your first pay as a doctor. I know you haven’t dated and just so you know, I’m still wondering whether you are g-ay or not.” Abigail laughed over that. “Ah, I finally got you to laugh.” Emma said, feeling proud of herself. “You are an amazing person, honey. How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Oh, Emma.” Abigail wrapped her arms around and embraced her friend. “You have such a sweet soul. I love you so much.”

“I love you more. Now stop sulking and go to work. Tara must be waiting for you.”

“I hope Marshall will let me see her.”

“Well, I hope so too.”

•••••

Abby had been busy with work and now it was finally lunch break.

She got some food for Tara and headed to the ward, having her fingers crossed on seeing the little angel today.

She arrived at the door and saw Marshall stepping out alongside Sandra.

Why does she keep bumping into him whenever he was stepping out of the ward?

“Dr. Marshall,” She grabbed his and Sandra’s attention.

They stared at her.

“Don’t tell me you were coming in here,” He nodded at the ward.

“Please can I see her?”

“I told you this already I don’t want to see you anywhere close to this ward. What is your problem, Dr. Abby?”

“I brou-ght something for her.” She gestured at the plastic bag she was holding. “I promise I won’t waste time in there.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t go into this ward if you don’t want to_”

“Let her in.” A de-ep voice said, cutting Marshall off.

Everyone turned their gaze in that direction and saw their director standing there with his hands buried in the pocket of the black trousers he was wearing.

“Si… Sir?” Marshall stuttered.

“Let her in, Dr. Marshall.”