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Too late
Sandy sat down and reached for her hand.
Blood had been running down her arms when he had found her.
Why had he been so late?
Why had he stayed with Rebecca?
On Valentine's Day.
He knew that it was Kirsten's favorite holiday and yet he had left her alone.
He couldn't believe that their marriage had taken this turn now.
How could he make it go that way?
He knew that he could have prevented such a course of things.
He knew that it was his fault and now it was too late.
Now Kirsten was lying in this bed that looked so uncomfortable in this uncomfortable room of this uncomfortable ICU station.
He had brought her here at last minute, the doctor's told him.
He knew that it could have been too late.
He had been too late.
Too late to rescue his wife.
Too late to rescue his marriage.
He couldn't believe that he hadn't seen that his marriage was falling apart.
He couldn't believe that he had only shown interest in Rebecca.
He was married with the most gorgeous woman on earth and yet he had forgotten that she existed.
He held her hand caressing the bandages on her wrist.
She didn't open her eyes and the doctor had told him that it was very unlikely that she would wake up today.
She had lost too much blood and was very weak.
Sandy blamed himself for leading her into this direction.
He blamed himself for leading their marriage into this direction.
How could he tell the boys?
How could he face Seth and tell him that it was his fault why his mother slit her wrists?
How could he face Ryan and tell him that another mother of him had made the decision to leave them, him, alone?
How could he face Caleb and tell him that his daughter tried to kill herself because of his son-in-law?
He didn't know.
He didn't know anything.
He didn't want her to leave.
He didn't want his marriage to be like this.
He didn't want a wife who was living at the edge of death.
Facing every day with the thought that she might try to kill herself again.
Facing every day with the fear that something might happen and that their marriage wouldn't work anymore.
Facing every day with the guilt inside of him when he thought about the happy days with Kirsten.
He sat back in the chair placing his hands on hers and then laid down his head.
Today had been horrible and he only wanted to forget it.
He only wanted to be alone with Kirsten, pretending that nothing had happened.
He only wanted to close his eyes and imagine that everything was okay and that they were as happy as they had been for so many years.
He only wanted her back.
Back to normal.
He wanted the old Kirsten back.
The Kirsten that he had fallen in love with.
The Kirsten that hadn't needed to worry about him cheating on her.
He drifted asleep.
Hours late he awoke of a loud scream.
The nurse was shouting for the doctor to come and Sandy froze when he heard what she was saying.
He turned to Kirsten and saw the unmentionable.
She had woken up while he was asleep and had torn off the bandages.
Immediately he began searching for a pulse, but didn't find it.
It was too late.
Sandy woke up and gasped. He sat up straight and looked out of the window. This bus was just so uncomfortable but he would to anything to get back to Kirsten. He missed her and he couldn't believe that he had left her alone for being with Rebecca. He didn't love Rebecca anymore and he knew it. He just had to prove that to Kirsten. He had to tell her that he was only willing to clear Rebecca's name because Max had asked him to, which was ture. He had only needed time to find this out.. He had to tell her how much he loved her. He had to make sure that his dreams wouldn't come true. He had to be with Kirsten. He had to show her that he still loved her like twenty years before.
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So guys, as you might have seen this is another missing scene of 'The Rainy Day Women' just like Rescue Me. Obviously this is the part where Sandy is sitting in the bus, that is bringing him back to Newport. I hope you liked it and please REVIEW. And if you have enough time you could read and review my other stories. Aw, and thanks to Marcia who inspired me to write this story.