“How long’s it been?” Abby asked, the defibrillator paddles in hand.

“Twenty-three minutes,” Sam responded. “More Epi?”

Abby hesitated for just a moment, and resisted looking to Kerry before admitting defeat.

“No.” She looked at the clock on the wall above the door. “Time of death 14:12.” She put the paddles back on the cart, yanked off her gloves and threw them into the disposal bin. “Damn it.”

Kerry glanced at Sam.

“We did everything we could, Abby.”

Abby just nodded then looked towards Sam.

“Where’s her husband?”

The nurse took a deep breath. “In chairs … with their kids.”

Abby turned to go, but Kerry caught her arm.

“I’ll go talk to him. Go check the board and make sure we’re not getting backed up,” and she pushed open the door.

“Dr Weaver?”

“Hmm?” She looked back at Abby, one hand still holding the door open.

“Can you find me when you’re done? There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Sure.”

Abby stood still for a few seconds, before glancing towards Sam. She liked Sam and hated that what had been a casual friendship was going to get a lot more complicated.

“Can you take care of her?” Abby asked, still standing in the same spot she had been in when Kerry left.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

“Abby?” The nurse was tentative.

“Yeah?”

“I know this probably isn’t the most appropriate time for this, but I wanted to say congratulations. Luka told me about the baby.”

“Oh.” Her feet had felt heavy before. Now they seemed to be glued to the floor. “Thanks.”

“Really, I’m happy for both of you.” The words were sweet, but the look on Sam’s face told Abby that nurse probably wanted to grab the paddles and use them on a fully conscious Abby, or maybe Luka, or both.

“I should go check the board.”

“Right.”

An hour and half later Kerry found Abby as the resident was leaving the suture room.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” Kerry replied, noticing how tired Abby looked. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just one of those days.” She motioned towards the room she had just left. “Psych’s in with an attempted suicide.”

“Come on. While it’s still quite let’s have that talk.”

“Right.”

They made their way down the hall to an empty exam room, passing Sam along the way.

“She knows,” Abby said sitting on a stool. “She congratulated me, but I don’t think she’s particularly happy.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure she’s a lot more pissed off at Luka than at you,” Kerry said smiling and pulling up another stool.

Abby laughed and was struck by how comfortable she had become around Kerry. She had tried not to turn to the older doctor during the trauma for support. She knew that that the woman was dead and didn’t want it to seem like she was looking for Kerry’s opinion on the situation.

Abby reached into the pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a small black and white image.

“Want to see the first picture?”

Kerry put on her glasses and looked at the sonogram carefully.

“Looks just like Luka,” she said cocking an eyebrow in her friend’s direction. “Did you show it to Sam?”

“God no. Luka told her the other day. That was the first time we’d been alone in the same room since.”

“How are you feeling? Are you sleeping?”

“When I’m not freaking out about the whole things, yes. If I don’t stop eating, however, I’m going to be 400 pounds.”

“No morning sickness?” Kerry asked a little incredulous.

“Not really. I thought it would be much worse.”

Kerry handed the picture back to Abby who simply held it staring for a few minutes until Kerry’s pager went off. She glanced at the screen and smiled.

“Legaspi?”

Kerry looked up, startled. “What?”

“Legaspi paged you.” It wasn’t a question and Kerry was blushing. “You’re smiling too much for it to be from finance.”

“I need to stop doing that,” Kerry responded standing up. “People will talk.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry. I think Luka and I will be keeping the grapevine pretty busy for awhile.”