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The Secret Life Of Casualty
Chapter 390.
Dylan stared down at the liquid in the glass, he'd been coping well, since Sam's death, the meetings had been going well, but the revelation that Claira had lost his, their baby, had made him reach for the bottle. He had always thought it would have been him and Sam who would have become parents, him comforting her through the strong contractions, but it was at age 34, Sam was lying in the ground, it was no age at all.
David was worried about Dylan. He'd been to his boat, only to find it was empty. He got out his phone and tried Dylan's number only to hear his friemd's voicemail.
"Dylan, it's David, I'm worried, " He left a short message, wondering if Dylan was going to pick up his phone, he doubted it though.
Dylan heard the familiar alert, that alerted him when he had missed calls or messages, but in his alcohol fuelled brain he dropped his phone on the floor
"I'm taking you home " Said David.
"I'm fine here" Dylan replied.
"You've had a shock, " David replied.
It wasn't just the loss of the baby though, it was Sam's death too, it was all slowly manifesting in to one, like a knot in his stomach and he didn't know where to start to unravel it.
David almost dragged Dylan out of the pub and back to his boat. He unlocked the door with the spare key (Dylan, had once told him it was under the mat) and steered the doctor inside, almost pushing him in to the armchair. He poured a glass of water for a his friend and along with some paracetamol, told him to get sons rest. He put some food in Deverla's bowl and filled her dish, before finding a throw blanket and putting it over Dylan. He left the boat that night, hoping he'd done enough to stop Dylan choking on his own vomit. It would be his fault, if he did.
Thank you for reading, just a quick Dylan piece I write. Please let me know what you think, I've neger really written David and Dylan, in a friendship, so your thoughts on this chapter would be appreciated, thank you.
