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    Starting Over – (Chapter: Two)

    "I needed to see that you were okay."

    Kim looked as shocked at having said it, as Kerry was at hearing it. They simply stared at each other for a few seconds before Kerry remembered Luka.

    "I have to go. I promised Luka that I’d stay with Joe so he could be with Abby."

    "Right," Kim tried to regain her professionalism. "I’m gonna check in with the psych department to see where they need me. I’ll talk to you later?"

    "Of course. Kim?"

    "Yeah?"

    Kerry considered whether she should ask this favour.

    "If you can, try to go see Abby. She …"

    Kim remembered that Abby had not been particularly open to her counselling six years earlier, but during her brief swing through the ER Haleh had filled Kim in about the delivery, and from the look on Luka’s face when he had turned towards her, she could tell that their son’s condition was serious.

    "I know."

    "Thank you," and Kerry left the psychiatrist standing in the hall.

    By the time Kim made it to Abby’s room Luka was standing outside, staring at the ceiling through closed eyes. She approached slowly and then stopped a few feet away.

    "Luka?"

    "Dr. Legaspi. How are you?"

    "Kim, please."

    "Kim."

    "How are you Luka?" She stepped closer. "I heard that you had a fight with a washroom trashcan. You threw it through the mirror."

    He cringed at her words even though there was no judgement in her tone. He nodded and sighed, then shrugged.

    "I was upset."

    "Understandable." Kim decided to leave it at that. "How’s Abby?"

    "Tired. Scared."

    "Do you think she’d want to talk about it?"

    "Probably not."

    Kim nodded then took a step towards the door.

    "Okay." It always amazed her how she ended up at such a loss for words when it was friends and colleagues that needed her support. "I’m just going to let her know I’m here in case she changes her mind."

    She knocked quietly before entering and Abby turned her head towards the door, surprise briefly overcoming what was quickly turning into depression.

    "Hi Abby." Kim noted the look on Abby’s face. "Luka didn’t tell you that I was around, did he?"

    "No."

    "I thought I’d stop in and see if there was anything I could do for you."

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