For the last fifteen minutes the fits had ceased as well as the mumbling. At loss for what too do in the middle of one of the worse episodes Sophie had taken his hand in hers. Much to her own surprise it had calmed him instantly. So, that's where they were now. The wooden chair she had pulled from the table downstairs was beginning to get stiff, but Sophie dared not move. She leaned her head against the wall and looked down at him. It had been over six hours, she'd been tempted to feed him another dose, but she resisted the urge and let things take their natural course. Maybe he would sleep through the night after all.
For a second she remembered what he had been like the first time their paths had crossed. Before Maggie left him, and before the death of his son. It wasn't that she had forgotten, but every once in a while (when left to her own thoughts) it crossed her mind. The thing that had always attracted her about him was that he had always been "the good guy". Two years ago while Nathan Ford (then insurance agent) had been chasing , she had tried flirting with him he had flashed his wedding ring in her face. Maybe if there had been more people like Nathan Ford in her life-but there was no point in chasing after all the maybe's and could- have- been's.
Outside of the flat, the sun was beginning to set over Chicago creating a canvas of thick deep orange, and soon Sophie fell asleep to the music of the city that was below them.