This is another one of those stories that just came to me during Pre-
Cal today. This story is really cool because you're going to have to read
the second chapter to have any idea of what's going on. Review and tell me
what you think. The characters aren't even mentioned at all in the story,
but little hints are definitely given as to the identities.
This story is dedicated to all the people I talked to on the Cure Autism Now ER Golf Tournament chat room last week when we got no web cast. I really enjoyed talking to you guys even if we got no video. Plus some of you said nice things about my fics, so I thought it only fitting that I should give a little shoutout! :-D
Disclaimer: As no characters are mentioned in this story, I'm not sure I even need a disclaimer, but it might come in handy for upcoming chapters.
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He slowly put his key in the lock and turned it to open to e door. When it didn't open immediately, he wearily jammed his shoulder into it until it gave way and opened. He was surprised to see the soft glare of the television across the room, but as he walked towards it to turn it off, he noticed her lying down on the sofa, eyes closed and a blanket across her feet. He had sent her home several hours earlier while he finished up. Actually, that wasn't true. He just needed time to be by himself even though he knew he should be comforting her instead. As he leaned over the sofa to look at her, he could see that her eyes were red and puffy, and matched his own. Gently, he pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and gently leaned down and kissed her head.
As he walked towards the bedroom, he took a look around the apartment and saw everything was the same as it had been that morning. Yet it was obvious something was missing. The usually cheerful atmosphere of the home was gone. When he reached the closet, he pulled off his scrub top and ran his hand through his hair. A mixture of sweat and frustration stuck to his hand and he wiped it against his pants to try to get rid of the feeling. He walked into the bathroom and bent down at the sink to splash some water on his face. He looked at his reflection and suddenly felt incredibly old for his mere 35 years.
For some reason, he didn't hear her come up behind him until she had sat down on the edge of the tub to his right.
"Hey. Did I wake you?" He asked her, speaking in a quiet voice though he didn't know why.
"No. I've only been sleeping for little amounts at a time." She said in a similar voice and brushed a piece of hair away from her face. The blanket was still wrapped around her in a strange déjà vu from several years earlier when he had returned from Belize to find her hungover. "Have you at the hospital all this time?"
"No, I just went and walked around by the river." He knew under normal circumstances she would chide him about going out in the freezing weather, but both of them knew how comforting the river could be.
"Does everyone know?" She asked after a moment of silence between them.
"I don't know. Susan offered to help with everything. This just isn't registering, you know?" He hadn't expected a response of any kind, but she closed her eyes and nodded firmly. He sighed and wiped his eyes. "I can't think clearly anymore."
"What time is it?"
"Almost two."
"I guess I should try to get some sleep. I have a shift at eight."
"No you don't. Kerry said for both of us to take as much time off as we need."
"I need to go in. I can't just sit here and do nothing. At least at the hospital I can be helping other people even if I can't help myself." She wiped a tear that started to trickle down her face. He bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head so that his lips hit her cheek instead.
"Let me in. I'm going through this too, damn it." He said angrily and moved back again. "I thought this would change after we got married, but nothing has changed."
"Don't you dare put this on me." She replied angrily, standing up.
"Then let me in."
"I can't do that right now." She put her head in her hands and leaned against the counter.
"Come on." He said, softening at her display of emotion. "Let's go to bed."
He walked into the other room and pulled the pillows off the bed before turning down the sheets. As he was finishing this, she walked in and slid under the covers on her side of the bed. He did the same, but shut off the lamp on the bedside table before laying his head on his pillow. As he shut his eyes, he felt a slight shaking on the other side of the bed and looked to his left and saw her turned away from him, obviously crying. He rolled over and kissed her bare shoulder before wrapping his arm over her waist. Suddenly, he felt her smooth hand grab his and pull it close to her. Before he knew it, he realized he was weeping too quietly into her hair. And they stayed like that for some time, both having nothing to hold onto, yet so much within each other to hold onto at the same time.
This story is dedicated to all the people I talked to on the Cure Autism Now ER Golf Tournament chat room last week when we got no web cast. I really enjoyed talking to you guys even if we got no video. Plus some of you said nice things about my fics, so I thought it only fitting that I should give a little shoutout! :-D
Disclaimer: As no characters are mentioned in this story, I'm not sure I even need a disclaimer, but it might come in handy for upcoming chapters.
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He slowly put his key in the lock and turned it to open to e door. When it didn't open immediately, he wearily jammed his shoulder into it until it gave way and opened. He was surprised to see the soft glare of the television across the room, but as he walked towards it to turn it off, he noticed her lying down on the sofa, eyes closed and a blanket across her feet. He had sent her home several hours earlier while he finished up. Actually, that wasn't true. He just needed time to be by himself even though he knew he should be comforting her instead. As he leaned over the sofa to look at her, he could see that her eyes were red and puffy, and matched his own. Gently, he pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and gently leaned down and kissed her head.
As he walked towards the bedroom, he took a look around the apartment and saw everything was the same as it had been that morning. Yet it was obvious something was missing. The usually cheerful atmosphere of the home was gone. When he reached the closet, he pulled off his scrub top and ran his hand through his hair. A mixture of sweat and frustration stuck to his hand and he wiped it against his pants to try to get rid of the feeling. He walked into the bathroom and bent down at the sink to splash some water on his face. He looked at his reflection and suddenly felt incredibly old for his mere 35 years.
For some reason, he didn't hear her come up behind him until she had sat down on the edge of the tub to his right.
"Hey. Did I wake you?" He asked her, speaking in a quiet voice though he didn't know why.
"No. I've only been sleeping for little amounts at a time." She said in a similar voice and brushed a piece of hair away from her face. The blanket was still wrapped around her in a strange déjà vu from several years earlier when he had returned from Belize to find her hungover. "Have you at the hospital all this time?"
"No, I just went and walked around by the river." He knew under normal circumstances she would chide him about going out in the freezing weather, but both of them knew how comforting the river could be.
"Does everyone know?" She asked after a moment of silence between them.
"I don't know. Susan offered to help with everything. This just isn't registering, you know?" He hadn't expected a response of any kind, but she closed her eyes and nodded firmly. He sighed and wiped his eyes. "I can't think clearly anymore."
"What time is it?"
"Almost two."
"I guess I should try to get some sleep. I have a shift at eight."
"No you don't. Kerry said for both of us to take as much time off as we need."
"I need to go in. I can't just sit here and do nothing. At least at the hospital I can be helping other people even if I can't help myself." She wiped a tear that started to trickle down her face. He bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head so that his lips hit her cheek instead.
"Let me in. I'm going through this too, damn it." He said angrily and moved back again. "I thought this would change after we got married, but nothing has changed."
"Don't you dare put this on me." She replied angrily, standing up.
"Then let me in."
"I can't do that right now." She put her head in her hands and leaned against the counter.
"Come on." He said, softening at her display of emotion. "Let's go to bed."
He walked into the other room and pulled the pillows off the bed before turning down the sheets. As he was finishing this, she walked in and slid under the covers on her side of the bed. He did the same, but shut off the lamp on the bedside table before laying his head on his pillow. As he shut his eyes, he felt a slight shaking on the other side of the bed and looked to his left and saw her turned away from him, obviously crying. He rolled over and kissed her bare shoulder before wrapping his arm over her waist. Suddenly, he felt her smooth hand grab his and pull it close to her. Before he knew it, he realized he was weeping too quietly into her hair. And they stayed like that for some time, both having nothing to hold onto, yet so much within each other to hold onto at the same time.