Fire and Snow
He had known the signs and denied them the same way she had. He had spoken in euphemisms about the help they needed, but they laughed and teased him. The former confirmed bachelor would not be up for 2 AM feedings as opposed to his new, having wanted to be a mother forever wife.
But he had.
He was the one who was doing everything.
Rocking his daughter to sleep.
Bathing her.
Waking up and walking the floors with her while his wife was slipping deeper and deeper into Postpartum Depression and everyone made excuses for her. The perfect girl, the perfect AIDS activist turned neurologist could not be succumbing to Postpartum, not after she had dealt so well with all the tragedies in her life.
And by denying it another tragedy had occurred.
While he was saving the hospital and the world he had let down his baby.
His wife had taken her out in the snow.
Abandoned the car.
Let her go.
Let her die.
He had saved the world but lost his own.
And now, he couldn't look at her.
Couldn't talk to her.
Wouldn't comfort her.
And he was once again the insensitive bad guy.
So he sat alone in the church as everyone took her side and helped her grieve.
Grieve for a little girl she had killed because of an illness he couldn't get her to admit to having.
No one cared what he was going through.
About his loss.
He was only the father.
She was the mother who had had it all and in a tragic occurrence had lost it.
If only the hospital hadn't been closed.
If only it hadn't been a blizzard.
That's what they all said.
All he wanted to say was: "if only you admitted you were sick. If only you weren't so stupid as to leave the car. To let the carrier go. To drop her. Why couldn't you, for once, act like a mother and hold onto our daughter?"
But he wouldn't.
Once more he would stay quiet.
Let her remain perfect.
Take the hit for the team.
That was his job.
But in a couple of months it wouldn't be anymore.
He would walk away with his grief and pain.
Divorce her and continue to play the bad guy as he always did.
For beautiful, perfect Robin.
She could keep her halo.
He just wanted to hold his angel one last time and never would.
But, he'd find away for her to pay. After all, while she had held his life and heart in her arms and let them crash down, Patrick Drake held her professional future in his and he would make sure that that life fell down, that he took away the one thing that meant something to her just like she had to him.