Taking his cue, Chuck rushed through his doorway and after locking the door behind him, made his way to the bathroom. He could see for himself the colour in his face from the developing bruises Sarah inflicted on him. Gingerly he brushed his teeth, one of Sarah's kicks had caused him to have cut on the inside of his month and had bleeding from the gums. The toothbrush was aggregating the wounds. He noticed that the froth his was spitting out into the basin was pink, a mixture of paste and blood. He finished by rinsing and then turned to head for the bedroom.
He instantly knew his bedside light was on, and as he entered he was relieved to see Sarah sitting up in bed wearing one of her nighties. She had the blankets covering her lower half as she was leaning forward with her arms reaching around her covered knees. She always looked good, she was naturally beautiful and even though she had a look of uncertainty on her face she gave a half smile as he entered the room.
Wanting to reassure her Chuck knew he had to behave as naturally as possible so he simply undressed in front of her. He removed his trousers and hoody and then only wearing his boxers and singlet he attempted to climb into bed. She stopped him and demanded that he remove his singlet so she could see the amount of damage she had inflicted on him. She had turned on her bedside lamp to add extra light into the room.
Chuck stood up and turned around as he removed his singlet, she could see quite clearly the large angry purple welt that had developed where Quinn's bullet hit him via the vest he was wearing. She wanted to fuss over him but Chuck reminded her that Ellie had doped him up so he was feeling no pain. In a flash she was up and at his side of the bed, she took a hold of him gently and firmly pushed him down onto the bed, then she tucked him in before returning to her side and switching off the lights and getting in beside him.
She did as Chuck hoped, she snuggled into him and put an arm across his chest and repeatedly said she was sorry. The drugs had kicked in and Chuck was soon out for the count.
When his alarm clock activated he woke to find that he was alone in his bed. Sarah's side was cold. Starting to panic he called out her name. There was no reply. He gingerly got out of bed and pulled his trousers on. Aching muscles and sore limbs affected his movement as he searched the apartment for his wife. He noticed that a travel case and a couple of her items were missing from the wardrobe. He knew she was gone. Would he ever see her again?