A-Analyze
Prompt: Dancing.
A/N: For the purposes of this story, Bo and Nora never broke up and have been married since their first wedding in 1995.
It was their anniversary. He took her on a big boat setting sail at sunset. She wore his favorite dress. He always liked it when she wore Red…it matched her hair. They spent hours dancing in the quiet of the ballroom, his hand on her back as he held her close. Fifteen years. They had been married for fifteen years. She wouldn't change anything.
Except maybe this…
She wiped down his face, now drenched with sweat. He was at the hospital now. He was looking up at her with so much love. It nearly made her heart hurt. The doctor came in a moment later. He ordered more tests. All she could do was swallow the lump in her throat as she asked if it would hurt him. Her huband squeezed her hand and told her that he'd be okay. He was strong...so much stronger than she was right now...but for him she would try. She would try anything for him. She kissed his forehead and told him she'd be waiting for him when he returned.
Sometimes it was hard to know that he might not be going through all of this if it wasn't for her…she knew he would fight anything for her. But what if he didn't want to fight? What if it hurt him to fight?
When he was gone, she held his pillow against her nose…breathing in the smell she had come to memorize. And she cried.
She was a lawyer. It was her job to analyze every detail of every situation…to come up with answers and solutions. But she didn't have any answers this time. There were no solutions that she could lay out in front of them…He fought in the war before she knew him…he survived multiple gun wounds…he was a hero in every sense of the word…so how could that same man be beaten by a six letter word.
Cancer…He had cancer. You couldn't fight Cancer…it fought you.