"Will you please calm down?" Abby asked, watching as Connor struggled to pull on his shoes. He was resolutely refusing to stay in the med bay any longer and wanted to return to work, but Abby knew he wasn't ready. He was still weak and looked like he was dead on his feet.
"I feel fine, alright? I got plenty of sleep," Connor argued, still trying to tie his shoelace. He blinked, willing the dizziness to pass.
"Connor, please," Abby begged. "You really shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard, it's going to make you sicker."
"I can't sit still any longer!" Connor yelled, throwing his shoe against the wall in frustration.
Abby sat down on the bed next to him, taking his hand in hers. She looked at him, but he stared at the floor. "Connor Temple, look at me."
Connor lifted his eyes and looked at her, and she was shocked to see him on the verge of tears.
"You're sick. And if you force yourself to keep going you're only going to make it worse. Please, I can't lose you too," Abby said gently.
"I should've stopped her," Connor whispered, laying his head on Abby's shoulder. "I should've stopped her."
"Then you'd be gone too," Abby said. "What would my life be like without you?"
"Boring," Connor replied.
"Exactly. So do we have a deal? I'll take you home so you can get some rest," Abby suggested, waiting for Connor's response. Suddenly he sobbed, a deep cry that nearly broke Abby's heart.
"It's alright, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," Abby said softly, taking Connor's hand in hers and rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. She waited for him to calm down, knowing that he would talk to her when he was ready.
"I'm tired," Connor finally said, his head still on her shoulder. Abby smiled.
"Let's go home."
[A/N: Thanks so much for all the reviews, I hope everyone enjoyed the story!]