Chapter Nine
“Taylor, any trouble, anyone trying to sneak in?” the captain asked the guard posted outside sickbay.
“No, sir. The doc just returned. Just Carruthers inside with the patient,” the young sailor replied.
Eric pushed open the door, and the first thing he saw was an empty bed. The doc was rummaging through the cabinets.
“Where is she?” Eric asked.
“Bathroom.” Larry gestured across the room just as the door swung open and a very pregnant Abby hobbled out with a crutch under one arm. Her hair was brushed, her face a colorful palette as the bruises healed. She was beautiful under all that in a simple sort of way.
She stopped and stared off to the side at a set of lockers, then frowned. Eric stepped closer to see what had put that frown on her face, and he spotted Gail Carruthe
