It seemed that Jon was barely sleeping that night. He was awoken by Madaline. He turned on his lamp.

"What is it baby girl?" Jon said, groggily.

"I'm scared of the dark and I don't want to be alone. Can I sleep with you and Mommy?" she said.

"Yeah. Come on," Jon said.

Madaline climbed onto the bed and got under the covers between her mother and father.

"Comfortable?" Jon asked.

"Yes. Night Daddy," Maddy said.

"Night baby girl," Jon said.

He gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead then turned off the light.

He had a dream that something awful had happened while he was on duty. Jon dreamt he was on the floor, desperately reaching call out to someone for help. He had his hands around his neck. Then he passed out.

That was all Jon could remember from it before Maddy woke him up.

Jon slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He closed the door and went to the sink. He turned on the cold water and wet his face with it. He turned the faucet off and stared at himself in the mirror.

In the back of his mind, Jon thought he had failed. He promised Mrs. Germanotta he would take care of her and he wouldn't let nothing happen to Adriana. No matter how hard he tried to shake off the negative thought, deep down Jon felt like he failed. As both a best friend and a husband. Even as a father.

The children wondered if their own mother would ever remember them. This was going to be tough for Jon even though Adriana was remembering things. But slowly. Jon had to learn how to be patient. Very patient.

Jon opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a towel to pat his face dry. He stared back at himself in the mirror again.

"I look terrible," he muttered to himself.

He took a closer look in the mirror. He had bags under his eyes like nobody's business.

"Fuck!" Jon said out loud.

He sighed and just stood there. He almost jumped out of his skin when there was a knock on the door. He turned around and unlocked the door. Adriana was standing there.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Didn't really sound like it. You sure?"

"I'm okay, Adriana. Really, I'm okay."

"It's almost two in the morning. You've been tossing and turning all night. Something's wrong. You can talk to me."

"It's nothing. Let's go lay back down."


Jon's nerves were bad the next morning. The three cups of coffee with extra sugar was not helping him whatsoever. He kept thinking about Adriana and if she would be okay with the children. Of course, her mother and his mother were helpful but he didn't want to be a burden to them. Jon still had the feeling that he was failing as a husband and a father. He looked at the picture of him and Adriana on his desk. He picked it up and looked at it.

In it, he saw a happily married couple. Smiles and all.

Before everything took a turn for the worst.

Jon placed the picture back on his desk.

"Hey, Good!" his partner called out to him.

"Yeah?"

"Time to patrol the area."

Jon grabbed his badge and gun and left with Hernandez.

Hernandez noticed Jon was a little out of it while in the car.

"Hey, you alright man?" he asked Jon.

"Yeah. I just have a lot on my mind," Jon said.

"You want to talk about it?"

"Not really sure where to start. I dunno, I just...feel like I haven't been the best husband or the best father. I promised my wife's parents I'd take good care of her but she hurt herself and now she has amnesia. She's getting better but the kids don't think she'll ever remember them and it's breaking my heart. Fuck."

Jon was wiping away some tears that were about to fall out of his eyes.

"You can't blame yourself for the accident. Things happen in life. And I'm sure you're kids understand that. Let's go out for some drinks later on. If you want to that is."

"I'll go. I'll just have to tell my wife."

"Woah there partner! You're gonna drink the entire bar up!"

"Don't worry about me," Jon said.

He downed his tenth shot of scotch.

"You sure you're okay?"

"I said...I am fine...for the third...time."

"To be honest, it doesn't look like it."

"Well I am, Daniel."

"Look, as a friend I will not let you beat yourself up over this."

Jon looked at Daniel.

"I'm trying not...to beat myself up...mkay?"

"You are. I think it's time for us to leave. You're loaded."

Daniel paid for the drinks and tried to get Jon to leave the bar.

Jon gave in and was about to leave with Daniel until someone approached Jon from behind and pushed him.

"Hey punk, are you the asshole who locked my friend up? Yeah...it is you," the guy said.

"The fuck?"

Jon balled up his fists.

"I'm so sick of you shithead cops," the guy continued.

"Back off," Daniel said.

"No, I got this," Jon said.

"Jon, no."

The irate man grabbed an empty bottle off of the counter and smashed it. He charged at Jon. Jon prepared himself but he was a little too drunk to defend himself. Daniel tried to shield Jon from the incoming attack but he was too late.

Jon felt the glass slide across his neck. He fell to the ground with both hands on his wound.

Daniel and other patrons detained Jon's attacker. He quickly dialed 911 and went to check on Jon.

"Jon, relax. Someone get me a towel!" Daniel said. He was trying to remain calm.

Jon was trying to say something but nothing but grunts came out of his mouth.

"Don't speak," Daniel said.

The bartender had brought multiple towels and helped Daniel wrap them around Jon's neck. Jon was bleeding profusely.

"Stay with me Jon," Daniel said. "Calm down."

Jon was fading in and out. He barely heard anyone's voice as he finally closed his eyes.

Jon then woke up and noticed he wasn't at the bar anymore. He heard a beeping sound next to him. He saw a heart monitor and an IV. Jon then felt a slight pain in his neck. Jon touched his neck and felt bandages. Someone then walked into the room.

"Jon!" Adriana said.

She quickly rushed over to his side.

"How...what...happened..." Jon said. He could barely speak.

"Daniel told me you got hurt at the bar," Adriana said. "I was so scared but you'll be back home soon."


Once again, Jon was given more time off from work to recover.

He wanted to talk to Adriana and help her regain her memory but mentally his was too tired and physically he wanted to rest.

Jon thought that when he got better so would things with him and Adriana.

Daniel had visited his house to check up on him but Adriana told him Jon was asleep.

"You can come back tomorrow," Adriana said.

"Okay. Um...are you feeling any better?" Daniel asked.

"Yes I am. Thanks for asking."

"You're welcome."

"You know you're very beautiful."

Adriana blushed.

"Ah...thank you."

"Don't mention it. Well goodnight."

Daniel didn't want to leave but he had to. He got back in his car and drove off home.

He couldn't stop thinking about Adriana. Her beautiful brown locks with her beautiful round eyes. Daniel couldn't stop fantasizing about her entire body. Even though she was in sweatpants, Daniel could still see Adriana had a nice figure.

Yes, it was bad that he was now thinking about his partner's wife but Daniel couldn't help it.

Daniel had been single for the past six years. He thought he would never date or fall in love with anyone ever again. But this time he struck gold.

Even though this treasure was married, she couldn't really remember anything, let alone her own husband.

Daniel started thinking about ways he could get Adriana for himself.

And besides, Jon seemed too unfit to him to be able to handle the married life.

Boy, was this going to be a doozy.

"Sorry Jon, but your wife is as good as mine," Daniel said to himself.


Author's Note: Oh my... It's happening again.