A/N I watched it all in one weekend, and I felt for Maggie- so so so much! So this came out, enjoy.
Still Fighting
She'd talked to Lisa, at least that's what Lisa had said in one of their late night calls. It wasn't that he was checking up on her, he was just- he was worried. Lisa was worried too, although she played it down on the phone. He could tell by how she absently mentioned she'd moved all the sharp objects out of the bathroom- she'd tried to say that Maggie didn't shave her legs so she didn't need them in there. But he could sense the panic. He could feel her guilt as well, guilt that he felt himself.
She'd cut off her own hair.
When he was laid at home he sometimes thought about it, tried to picture what must have happened to drive her to it. It was the anniversary, he thought. Maybe she'd had a nightmare, called out in her sleep.
No one was there to reassure her or help.
Or perhaps, she'd been awake all night, staring at her reflection- going over and over what had happened.
Maybe that's why she snapped.
This week she came in, her hair a more natural read and it had obviously been seen to by someone with talent in that area. Looked better, no one would be able to tell that she'd hacked it off. Maybe everyone in the office would stop staring at her, he knew it put her on edge. Maybe they'd forget.
He wouldn't, not ever.
She'd been back a year, drowning, and he hadn't helped. He had stood by and let her fall further and further until he couldn't deny it anymore.
She'd be okay, he hoped.
But somedays, when she was late, his heart would stop- fearing that she'd done something dreadful. That maybe she couldn't stand it anymore.
But still she came, still she survived. She kept going, she kept fighting.
Perhaps that was all he could hope for.