is probably going to sound crazy, but I am almost sorry that there
aren’t any more victims to treat.”
Ellen Burgess watched her companion press the button that would take
their elevator to the eighth floor.
“Yes, it would sound crazy if I didn’t know what you meant.
It has been quite awhile since we’ve been in the thick of so
much nonstop action.” The
couple rode in silence. “Tomorrow
this time we’ll be back in Port Charles, though.”
elevator doors slid open onto their destination.
Doctor Matt Harmon effortlessly maneuvered his wheelchair up to
the hotel room door and swiped the plastic key card through the lock.
“We don’t have to be,” Matt suggested hopefully.
He allowed Ellen to precede him into the room. “We don’t have to return to Port Charles in the morning.
We can stay here and make this our honeymoon.”
pretended not to see the way Ellen stiffened at his suggestion.
He didn’t think she was even aware of her reaction every time
Matt so much as hinted at making their relationship more permanent.
promised Alan that I would be back by the eighth.
That’s two days from now,” Ellen said.
it’s not your interns or the timing, then it’s your promise to Alan
Quartermaine… It’s always one excuse after another.”
Matt crossed his arms. “What’s
really going on, Ellen?”
don’t want to do this now, Matt.
I am tired and I just want to take a hot shower.”
Ellen crossed to the bathroom and firmly closed the door behind
her. It was her way, Matt
knew, of also closing the door on any notion he might have had about
joining her there.
privately acknowledged that their trip to London was not what he had
envisioned. Ellen had never
shaken her resentment of Matt for inviting himself along as soon as they
had gotten word of the bombing. She was too concerned about her aunt Carlotta Jensen to
expend much energy on fighting with Matt about his pushiness.
So instead of fighting, Ellen allowed a wall of silent distance
to drop between them. For five days she and Matt had been nothing more than medical
colleagues who just happened to share a room.
also shared a bed. But there was no intimacy in that fact. Each night they wearily made their way to the spaciously
appointed bed and climbed gratefully beneath the covers.
Eighteen-hour days left them with little energy to do more than
that. Yet despite their
weariness, Ellen and Matt spent the first few moments in bed holding
themselves rigidly still. They
did not go out of their way to maintain distance, but the icy state of
affairs was evident in the way that they lay facing away from one
another. Ellen did not want
to encourage Matt in any way and Matt did not want to make things worse.
found them as distant as possible on opposite sides of the bed.
~ Port Charles, 2
weeks after the Attack ~