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Chapter Twelve

The first face that Shay could recall seeing of her colleagues was that of Chief Boden. She had expected that someone would be sitting with her besides her mother and sister, but the chief, that was a surprise.

"Chief? What are you doing here? Is everything ok?"

"I am sorry to startle you, Shay. Everything will be fine, there was just a minor incident on shift, and Kelly asked me to let you know that he won't be in to visit for a few days," Chief Boden said convincingly; he should have been an actor.

Thankfully Shay fell for it.

"An accident? Is he okay?"

"It was a bad fall, and he reckons that he'll be sore for awhile, but he's fine. Please don't worry yourself.

"Well I want to see him."

Shay's nurse chose that moment to make her presence known, by way of saying, "I'm afraid that that is completely out of the question, Leslie. You have just had major surgery. You aren't going anywhere."

"What are you doing?! Where are you taking me?" Matt was snapped from his self-pitying stupor as two broad orderlies shifted him to a transport bed.

"Your doctor has ordered a transfer to the psychiatric services unit. No one has spoken to you?" The taller of the orderlies asked.

"They told me," Matt replied grudgingly.

"Okay then, is there anything in here of yours?"

Matt looked towards the cupboard fleetingly, there was after all no need to make the transition an easy one. He was being locked in a mental ward, and no one around him, even his own fiancé, would help.

The psychiatric services unit, or PSU as it was more commonly known was a bleak and uninviting place. It has drab, faded and chipped grey walls, and bad lighting, all complimented by off white vinyl floors. And from the moment Matt was wheeled in, he hated it.

'But I deserve it,' Matt thought bitterly, not protesting as he was taken into a room opposite the nurses station.

As the last of her leave ran out, and the stack of bills steadily grew, Gabby prepared to start her new position in the administration department of CFD. Thankfully the building where Gabby would be stationed was only several minutes drive from Lakeshore Hospital, so she would be able to visit Matt every day, and would continue to do so, even in her lunch breaks.

The uniform, Gabby reflected, was new, yet it was still noticeably tighter across her previously trim stomach. At only ten weeks her pregnancy was showing.

Skipping breakfast in favour of a decaf coffee, Gabby went down to her car, and made her way to see Matt before continuing on to work.

That day, as Gabby took her lunch break on what was proving to be a tediously dull job Gabby drove the short distance to Lakeshore to see Matt. But on her arrival to the ward, Gabby was stopped by the nurses at the desk.

"What? What's going on, Kate?" Gabby spoke to the familiar nurse, "Why can't I see Matt?"

"The medical intern is in with Matt at the moment, I really feel that it would be better if you waited out here to speak with the doctor."

"No. What's going on? Tell me."

"The medical team have decided to put a nasogastric tube down Matt's nose into his stomach to supply him with nutrients until he is ready to start eating again. It might be distressing for you to see, so I asked you to wait."

Upon hearing this, though she didn't disagree with the use of a feeding tube, Gabby brushed past the nurse to be at her fiance's side, even if only to hold his hand.

When Gabby entered the room the doctor, identifiable by his scrubs, was leaning over Matt, his hands working to secure a tube that was now protruding from Matt's left nostril. The doctor turned to glance at Gabby, only briefly before continuing to work, now writing down his instructions for the nurses. "You're Mr Casey's fiancé? He tolerated the tube placement as well as could be expected. The dietician will come down later to write up the nutritional orders. Do you have any questions?"

Gabby's mind was racing with questions, yet she said no, as she took her usual seat at Matt's side.

As the doctor left, Matt looked to Gabby, his eyes filled with heart wrenching pain, and spoke his first words in over a week, "You should let me die."

To Be Continued...

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