[locked from John]
She's gorgeous. It's her first thought. Long black hair, slender, graceful limbs, perfect complexion--they must have amazing moisturizers in Africa. She's tall, her eyes are big and dark, her skin really is the color of mocha, just like Ricky Martin said. She's standing protectively close to him and she's the absolute last thing Abby needs to see tonight after dealing with Kerry's crap about the narc count and the whole night shift being pissed like it's her fault, then having to work a back to back pair of nursing and student shifts. Some flicker in her head had made her vaguely aware that Carter was coming back today. Nothing prepared her for Makemba. And, of course, as if the initial blow wasn't hard enough, let's throw in a sonogram. She's not only clinging to Carter's arm and giving Abby a smile sweet enough to make your teeth ache, she's carrying his child. Which makes it that much harder when the pregnancy fails. She feels responsible, like her jealousy had something to do with it. She knows it's illogical--she's not that powerful, it was simply a tragic anomaly--but since when has her life been bound by the laws of logic?
She said her name over an over laying in that on call room. Makemba. It's a reference to a goddess, she finds out later.
Figures.
ooc: this is locked from John for content and is outside of normal RP continuity. It's the only thing she could think of *shrugs*
She said her name over an over laying in that on call room. Makemba. It's a reference to a goddess, she finds out later.
Figures.
ooc: this is locked from John for content and is outside of normal RP continuity. It's the only thing she could think of *shrugs*