Reason
- Neela
Spoilers: Up to and including 11-08: "A Shot
In The Dark"
Poor kid.
The day had started well enough. He'd flirted his way into getting her to work Christmas for him, and she'd let him. She'd been writing a cheque for $1000 to her father, suspecting it would bounce, enjoying, as ever, the banter that passed between them as he grinned at her and fluttered his eyelids.
The moments she'd secretly been enjoying had continued over the past couple of months, his persistence unrelenting, her resolve never faltering. She refused to let him in, knowing the dangers all too well, but still she revelled in it.
Hardly seemed to matter now. Nothing much mattered when a boy had all but lost his father. Some things were just so… senseless.
And where was he?
She'd done her best, but the mother wasn't having any of it. At least this way he stood a better chance of having his father around in some capacity, even if that involved being comatose…
He was where he always was. Somewhere else.
Her sadness subsided in time to be taken over by anger, fury, frustration. He had to know what he'd done – no, what he'd failed to do for this boy. It couldn't happen again. There was already too much sorrow in the E.R for him to add to it. How could he just leave like that? Did he not understand that his decisions, his choices and his actions affected more than just his own petty life? How could he be so callous and cavalier about the future of a fifteen year old?
Deep down, she knew he was a good person. Conflicted, misguided at times. But a good person. He hid himself behind a rockstar façade, maintaining detachment from the horrors they encountered from day to day, as he had done this day. She had to reach him, break through.
She would find a good reason for his actions there. She would find it, he would explain it to her, and she would understand. She stormed out of the hospital, intent on finding him.
And if he didn't have a good reason? Then he'll damn well wish he had.
