As Fitz was getting home he walked into his office. After a long day at work, he just wanted to sit back and relax. He was secretly hoping he wouldn't run into Mellie. They had been arguing more and more lately.
As he sat down, his foot hit something hard. He hadn't turned on the lights yet so he couldn't see what it was. Irritated, he kicked the thing harder. But when it barely budged he realized it was...warm?
Walking over to the side of the couch, he turned on the lamp. His heart dropped and he felt like he was gonna faint.
It was Mellie.
He froze for a moment, not knowing what to do next.
He lifted her body up, squeezing it as if it would bring life back in her. He wanted to burst into tears, but he knew he needed to take action. He put his fingers to her pulse.
She was still alive.
He grabbed a phone immediately, shakily dialing 911.
"This is a 911 operator what is your emergency?"
"Yes...its...its my wife...she's unconscious...and I'm not sure what to do...please...please help her!"
He started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Okay sir calm down, we're sending someone right now."
He kept holding her, hugging her near dead body, sobbing. He tried giving her mouth-to-mouth, but that didn't work. He whispered into her hair.
"It's gonna be fine Mels, you're...you're gonna be fine..."
It seemed like hours before the medics arrived. The rest was a messed blur.
The doctors.
The yells.
The crys that came out of Fitz mouth.
It was the middle of the night when the doctor walked out to talk to Fitz. He jolted up.
"Is she..."
"She's alive."
He smiled for a moment, but then frowned again.
"But?"
"She...she's in a coma that we aren't sure she'll wake up from."
He fell back in his seat, trying to will the world from spinning.
"There's something else too..."
"What?"
The doctor took a pause, speaking a little quieter.
"Putting all the pieces together Mr. Grant, your wife tried to kill herself."
He didn't even respond, he just stared at her, his eyes wide with shock. He planted his face in his hands.
"Could you...could you please leave me for a moment?"
She nodded her head, turning away.
His mind was racing. Why would she do this? What drove her to do this?
Or who had drove her to do this?