Title: Seeing Me Through-chapter 2
Disclaimer: If I owned Third Watch, I would be so much happier than I am
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Jimmy knew there was something wrong with Kim. It had been three and a half weeks since the accident and things were still somber at the house, but were slowly getting a little easier. It was hard with all the reminders of both Alex and Lieutenant Johnson around, but they were slowly starting to heal. But something was wrong with Kim.
He was afraid because she was doing the same thing as she did when Bobby died. Acting like everything was ok and nothing was bothering her. He thought it was a little strange that she hadn't cried very much at the hospital, but he knew she was trying to be strong for Mrs. Taylor. He thought she would break down later and mourn for the loss of her best friend, but it never came. And that worried him.
Jimmy walked up to Carols and pulled him aside, "Hey can I ask you something?" he asked seriously.
"Yeah, sure. What's up?" he responded.
"You've been riding with Kim lately. Does she seem ok to you?" Jimmy asked and glanced at Kim cleaning the bus out.
"No crazier than usual if that's what you're asking," he smirked.
Jimmy returned his annoyed gaze back to Carlos, "I'm serious, Nieto. Does she seem like she's alright or not?"
"Look, I'm not her babysitter. I don't pay that close attention to her. You wanna know how she is, why don't you ask her?" he bit out in true Carlos fashion and huffed away.
Jimmy curled his lip at his retreating form and went to look for Doc. It was his last week at the house and he hadn't seen much of him lately. He found him at the kitchen table doing some paperwork.
"Hey Doc. You got a sec?"
"Sure. What's up," he tossed his pen down and looked up.
"I was just wondering if Kim seems like she's doing ok to you," he asked.
"Seems like she's alright. Why?" he asked in confusion.
Jimmy leaned back and sighed, "I don't know. It's just she never seemed to really get too upset about what happened, and all that stuff with that Noble guy. I'm just worried she might be holding it all inside."
Doc crossed his arms in contemplation, "You worried she might do something destructive again?"
"I don't know. It just doesn't seem like she's working through any of this and I'm scared for her. I don't want what happened the last time to happen again," he shuddered at the memory.
Doc nodded his head slowly in agreement, "I'll keep my eye on her for the rest of the week. You might wanna think about talking to her about your concerns if you're really that worried."
The fire bell rang and Jimmy and Doc stood, "Yeah. I'll keep that in mind."
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Kim was fixing herself some coffee when she saw Doc coming towards her. "It's not gonna be the same without you here," she smiled.
Doc smiled back and sat down at the table with her, "It'll be weird not to come here every day," he admitted. He hesitated before going on, "How are you feeling about taking over down here?"
"Well, I have some big shoes to fill, but I'm looking forward to the challenge," she smiled.
"So you're not feeling overwhelmed by all the additional responsibility that you'll have," he asked.
"I have to admit, I'm a little nervous, but I wouldn't say overwhelmed," she answered and sipped her coffee.
"You know, we could get someone to come and take over, just for a while, until things are more settled down," he offered cautiously.
Kim's brow furrowed, "Doc, am I missing something here?"
"I'm just saying, there's no rush on this thing. If you need some time to work things out, I would understand."
It dawned on Kim what he was getting at, "Doc, I appreciate the concern, but I'm ok. Really. I have been working things out on my own and it has been hard, but I'm ready for this. I can do it," she reassured him.
"I have no doubt in your ability to do the job, and do it well, but maybe you should wait a while longer. Maybe talk to someone, just to get things out in the open," he said gently.
"Doc, I'm really ok. I don't need to talk to anyone. I talked to the grief counselor just like everyone else and she didn't seem to have any concerns, so neither should you. I can do this," she said again, desperately wanting to convince him.
Doc sat back and smiled, "Yeah. I know you can. Just take care of yourself ok," he smiled. He watched her walk away and sighed in concern, hoping to God that she was right.
Disclaimer: If I owned Third Watch, I would be so much happier than I am
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Jimmy knew there was something wrong with Kim. It had been three and a half weeks since the accident and things were still somber at the house, but were slowly getting a little easier. It was hard with all the reminders of both Alex and Lieutenant Johnson around, but they were slowly starting to heal. But something was wrong with Kim.
He was afraid because she was doing the same thing as she did when Bobby died. Acting like everything was ok and nothing was bothering her. He thought it was a little strange that she hadn't cried very much at the hospital, but he knew she was trying to be strong for Mrs. Taylor. He thought she would break down later and mourn for the loss of her best friend, but it never came. And that worried him.
Jimmy walked up to Carols and pulled him aside, "Hey can I ask you something?" he asked seriously.
"Yeah, sure. What's up?" he responded.
"You've been riding with Kim lately. Does she seem ok to you?" Jimmy asked and glanced at Kim cleaning the bus out.
"No crazier than usual if that's what you're asking," he smirked.
Jimmy returned his annoyed gaze back to Carlos, "I'm serious, Nieto. Does she seem like she's alright or not?"
"Look, I'm not her babysitter. I don't pay that close attention to her. You wanna know how she is, why don't you ask her?" he bit out in true Carlos fashion and huffed away.
Jimmy curled his lip at his retreating form and went to look for Doc. It was his last week at the house and he hadn't seen much of him lately. He found him at the kitchen table doing some paperwork.
"Hey Doc. You got a sec?"
"Sure. What's up," he tossed his pen down and looked up.
"I was just wondering if Kim seems like she's doing ok to you," he asked.
"Seems like she's alright. Why?" he asked in confusion.
Jimmy leaned back and sighed, "I don't know. It's just she never seemed to really get too upset about what happened, and all that stuff with that Noble guy. I'm just worried she might be holding it all inside."
Doc crossed his arms in contemplation, "You worried she might do something destructive again?"
"I don't know. It just doesn't seem like she's working through any of this and I'm scared for her. I don't want what happened the last time to happen again," he shuddered at the memory.
Doc nodded his head slowly in agreement, "I'll keep my eye on her for the rest of the week. You might wanna think about talking to her about your concerns if you're really that worried."
The fire bell rang and Jimmy and Doc stood, "Yeah. I'll keep that in mind."
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Kim was fixing herself some coffee when she saw Doc coming towards her. "It's not gonna be the same without you here," she smiled.
Doc smiled back and sat down at the table with her, "It'll be weird not to come here every day," he admitted. He hesitated before going on, "How are you feeling about taking over down here?"
"Well, I have some big shoes to fill, but I'm looking forward to the challenge," she smiled.
"So you're not feeling overwhelmed by all the additional responsibility that you'll have," he asked.
"I have to admit, I'm a little nervous, but I wouldn't say overwhelmed," she answered and sipped her coffee.
"You know, we could get someone to come and take over, just for a while, until things are more settled down," he offered cautiously.
Kim's brow furrowed, "Doc, am I missing something here?"
"I'm just saying, there's no rush on this thing. If you need some time to work things out, I would understand."
It dawned on Kim what he was getting at, "Doc, I appreciate the concern, but I'm ok. Really. I have been working things out on my own and it has been hard, but I'm ready for this. I can do it," she reassured him.
"I have no doubt in your ability to do the job, and do it well, but maybe you should wait a while longer. Maybe talk to someone, just to get things out in the open," he said gently.
"Doc, I'm really ok. I don't need to talk to anyone. I talked to the grief counselor just like everyone else and she didn't seem to have any concerns, so neither should you. I can do this," she said again, desperately wanting to convince him.
Doc sat back and smiled, "Yeah. I know you can. Just take care of yourself ok," he smiled. He watched her walk away and sighed in concern, hoping to God that she was right.