After the police had taken Shawn away, Throttle and I walked into my room and he had me sit down on my bed. He pulled out my wedding ring from his pants pocket and held it between his forefinger and thumb.

"Can I ask why you threw this at the beach before you left?"

"I don't care to get into it right now. After what just happened, I just wanna put dinner away and go to bed."

"You made dinner?"

"Yeah. You hungry?"

"Yeah, I am. What did you make?"

"Spaghetti. Go help yourself. There's plenty there."

Throttle held his hand out to me. I just shook my head back and forth.

"I understand. Hopefully, we'll talk about earlier today, very soon."

"Not likely. At least not this week. Maybe next week sometime."

"That's fine with me. Can I at least ask what's going on with you?"

"I have too much on my mind right now. That's why I left. I didn't want to burden you or the rest of the family with my problems."

"Your problems are my problems, babe. Whether you like it or not, we're in this together."

I didn't know how to respond to what he said. I didn't want to admit it, but he was right. I hated that he was right. I was glad that he came to help me deal with Shawn. I didn't expect him to beat Shawn, though.

I couldn't help notice that his right hand was swollen from hitting Shawn over and over.

"Let me see your right hand a min."

He held out his right hand and I looked it over. I gingerly touched different parts of his hand and I saw him hiss at the pain.

"You busted your hand beating Shawn. You need to get it looked at immediately." Then I got up and walked across the way to the bathroom to get something to wrap his hand, then went into the kitchen to get some ice from the freezer. I came back into my room and put the ice in the small towel then wrapped it all up. I gently put the ice wrapped towel on his hand and told him that I'm taking him to the hospital, whether he likes it or not.

"No argument from me."

"Good, now go get in the car and buckle up." He nodded then headed out of the apartment and down to the car. He picked up the front door with his tail and set it in the door way sideways. He had busted the hinges right off the door.

I had gotten changed and walked out into the living room to grab my wallet and keys when I noticed the door leaning against the door frame. I knew I couldn't get mad at him. I figured he did it to help me. I won't even ask him to replace it. I'll see if Rimfire can do it or if he knows someone who can do it.

I walked out the door and down the stairs to the car. I noticed that Throttle was standing outside of the car.

"Thought I told you to get in the car and buckle up?"

"Door's locked. Unless you want me to bust my left hand too."

I hit the unlock button on the keyless remote and what do you know, it was locked. I had totally forgot I had locked it.

"Sorry. I forgot I had locked it. You can get in now."

"Sorry about your front door. I'll get it taken care of when I can."

"Don't worry about it. I'll see if Rimfire can do it or if he knows someone who can do it."

I looked at him which meant he needs to be quiet now. He got the message. Sometimes we don't even need to speak. We just look into each other's eyes and know what the other is thinking.

We both got in the car and I started it. I backed up and pulled out of the apartment complex parking lot and headed for the hospital to get Throttle's hand looked at.

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We arrived at Chicago General in about 20 mins. We got out and headed into the emergency room. We walked up to the window and told them that he needed to be seen for a busted hand. He showed them what it looked like. They agreed that his hand does look busted.

The nurse had checked him in and not long after the nurse opened the door and had him come to the triage area for temp. check and other questions they asked. I was told to stay in the lobby. I was ok with that.

After the nurse came back to the front, she noticed that something was troubling me. She came out to the lobby and asked if everything was alright.

I looked at her and sighed. "I have family problems. Is there someone I could talk to about a particular family problem I'm having?"

"Yes, there is. Let me go call him and see if he's available right now to talk with you."

"Thank you. Can I ask why I wasn't allowed to go back with my husband?"

"Neither of you said anything. I can take you back to be with him, then I will call the psychologist and tell him that you'd like to speak with him."

"Thank you." Then she took me to the room that Throttle was in. He was still waiting for the Dr. to come and see him.
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It wasn't long after I was taken back to sit with Throttle that the Dr. arrived along with the psychologist.

"Are you Mrs. Thornboy?"

"Yes I am. Are you the psychologist I'm going to talk with?"

"Yes, ma'am. If you'd follow me to my office. We will talk there."

I nodded and looked to Throttle. "I'll be back soon." I also looked to the Dr.

"Please keep me updated on him."

"I will, ma'am." Then I left with the psychologist.

Throttle watched me leave with the man, trying to figure out why I would need a psychologist.

He looked at the Dr. who was examining his hand. The Dr. had lightly moved each finger and Throttle hissed every time a finger was moved.

"You definitely broke your hand, sir. May I ask how you broke practically every bone in your hand?"

"I beat the wholly hell out of someone that was suppose to be my wife's long-time friend. He turned out to be a real creep and tried to sexually assault her. He was arrested."

"Let's get an x-ray done on your hand and see what the next step is."

Throttle followed the Dr. to the radiology department to get his hand x-rayed.