Abby sidles over to Carter, who is scowling in a chair at the now-empty funeral site. She grins wryly that she fed Eric the whole bottle of Depakote. Agitated, Abby sits down and babbles that she was stuck. "He couldn't be left alone, and I really wanted to be here with you, and I thought he would just wait in the car, and I'm really sorry, John," she says desperately. Carter nods. Quite honestly, I'm not sure what I'd have done in her place. The last time she chose Eric, Carter had a total hissyfit, so there's no way she had the option of calling and saying, "Eric's here -- I can't be with you today." And in his condition, Eric would probably have trashed Abby's place, or fallen out the window, if she'd left him there. Personally, I think she should've either dropped him off at the hospital on the way, or, if geography made that impossible, I'd have brought him and had the limo driver circle the block until the funeral was over rather than park and risk him getting out. Still, I feel bad for her. She was trying to be where she felt she belonged. "I'm going to drop him off at the hospital and then I'll come by the house, okay?" she says. "What for?" Carter breathes emptily. Abby stammers that Eric promised to get evaluated and possibly put in a locked ward. "I mean, why come by the house?" Carter interrupts. Confused, Abby grits her teeth and stares at the grass. "I know what happened was terrible," she begins nervously. "Unforgivable, really, but my brother is sick, and he's struggling, and I'm just trying to help him survive." Carter meets her gaze. "I know. So go do that," he says coldly. Sucking wind for a second, Abby closes her mouth and slowly walks away toward Eric, who is leaning against the limo with his head down.
Episode Report CardHeathen: B- | 382 USERS: C+
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