"Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?"
― Shannon L. Alder

We were told that Carl was down to a few days. It was just Lori and me in the waiting room. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

My wife, Lori was so tired because she rested her head on my shoulders as we waited. Her breathing indicated that she was sleeping. She had been fighting it, and she finally allowed herself to doze.

I turned on my phone and started going through photos of Carl and Lori. Emotions again began to re-emerge. I had a few videos of birthdays, but I noticed I had randomly dated videos as well. I pressed play...

Heavy breathing. Camera. My phone's camera was out of focus. This was a video taken on my phone? What?

Mmmm... Yes... Oh... Yes. Were the sounds, repeated and it wasn't singular.

"Don't stop, Michonne. Yes. Oh... Yes."

"You like this don't you, Rick?"

"Yes, Mmmichonne. Ahhh. Right there, I wan-" I was in utter shock. I had no memory of this, and I quickly turned it off.

There were more video's older and newer than the first one. I was transfixed and in utter awe. I pressed play, and it was clear as day, that on a random day Michonne and I were having sex in her bed and possibly other parts of her home in Atlanta and in her main home on the River based on the décor.

My heart pounded as my hand pressed a different video and another like the fool I was to review this and that with Lori, Right there! My heart thuds and bang against my chest violently, rapidly with no sign of calming. My blood pressure. My ears. I went cold and broke into a sweat.

Michonne was staring into my phone while she was holding her phone to film my expressions

"What are you doing, Rick? What are the results? Check it." Michonne instructed. She was impatient.

"You are so beautiful, Michonne."

"I am going to take away your Ambien for tomorrow if you don't tell me, mister."

We stopped taking the Ambien because we couldn't remember shit. Walmart, Pixy Stixs at the Gas Station, Denny's and now proof that we have been having sex? Good sex that I can't fucking remember?

"You are going to have my baby, Michonne." I declared in the video. It was my voice. It was me. I just don't remember it.

"Is that a statement from you or the Results, Rick?"

"From me. The results just confirmed my statement as fact!" The expression on Michonne's face. The tears that filled her eyes. She was trying to hold it back but she was happy. Happy and she leaned closer and I leaned in closer and we began to kiss but my phone had fallen to the bed based on the filming of the ceiling. House on the River.

Immediately I was torn from one reality to another that began slapping me, punching me in my face, knocking the phone out of my hand where the screen shattered on the floor.

Hospital Security had to be called...