"Knock, knock," Mel said, coming into Myles's room. He looked up at her.

"Hey," he responded. She sat down in the chair beside his bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore. Tired. You know, all those things after you've been beaten to a pulp and then in a coma."

"I get it," Mel said.

"So, what made you decide to come?" Myles asked. "Guilt?"

"Why do we do this?"

"Do what?"

"Get at each other's throats so quickly. When did that start?"

"I don't remember," Myles admitted. Mel shifted in her chair and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Can we stop?" she asked quietly. Myles looked at her, surprised.

"I didn't realize it bothered you so much since you always start it," Myles pointed out.

"Maybe I've changed," she told him. "I know you heard me when you were in your coma. You said so."

"My brain has been a little fuzzy since I woke up," Myles said. "Can you remind me what you said?"

"Don't make me repeat it," she winced.

"No seriously. I remember something about a divorce, but that was it. Is he really leaving you?" Myles asked.

"No. I'm leaving him. He won't stop running around like a damn tom cat, so I've had enough. There's only so many chances you can give a person."

"I never liked him."

"Please don't say 'I told you so,'" she ordered.

"I'm not," he said, holding up his hands. "I just said I didn't like him is all."

"I'm going to lose my job," she blurted out.

"What?" Myles asked, astonished. She nodded.

"I screwed up on a case, and they're reviewing me. I'm going to get fired."

"For what? What did you do?"

"I...I slept with a client."

"Oh, Mel," Myles said, tilting his head at her.

"He was charming and flirty, and he kept giving hints and making advances and then finally asked me flat out. The case was almost over. I tried to make him understand I was married, but then I caught Gary cheating for the fourth time, in our bed to top it off, and enough was enough. I slept with my client to get back at him, and now my client is saying I was unprofessional and unethical and took advantage of his vulnerability. He made a complaint, so they are reviewing me."

"What was his case?"

"Divorce," Mel hung her head. "I'm so ashamed, Myles. I'm not like that. I'm not that person. Why did I do it?"

"You were hurt and angry. You weren't thinking."

"Don't condone it. It was wrong, so wrong," Mel cried. She buried her face into her hands.

"Yes, it was wrong, but it's done. You can't change it. It's how you move on from it that matters."

"I should have listened to you and not married Gary," Mel lamented. Myles reached for her hand and squeezed it.

"You can't beat yourself up for something you thought was right," he said. "And as for your review, you can tell them about your client's advances. Do you have evidence?"

"I have text messages and emails of him asking me to sleep with him, yes."

"Then they'll see he's trying to intentionally get you fired," Myles said. "You'll be all right."

"Oh, Myles," Mel said, going to hug him. She was still crying.

"Hey, it's what big brothers are for," he said, patting her back.

"And I almost lost you," she sniffed. "I wasted all those years for nothing."

"I wasted them too. I am just as much to blame," Myles told her. "But you're here now, and we can start again."

"You mean it?"

"I mean it."

"Thank you," she whispered. She hugged him again.

"Myles!" a woman's voice cried. They both looked to see their parents come in. Their mother pushed Mel out of the way and threw her arms around Myles.
"Ouch! Ma!" Myles yelped.

"He's had very serious damage done to him," Mel chastised. "Be gentle."

"Oh, Mylesey!" their mother exclaimed. "I was so worried!"

"Glad to see you're sitting up," their father said. Myles gave him a small smile. Myles Leland the Second was not one for affection or words of love, but the fact that he was there meant something. His mother, Rose, was fussing over him now.

"Okay, Ma," Myles said, pushing her hands away. "That's enough." She stepped back and clasped her hands to her chest.

"When can you go home?" she asked.

"In a day or two. They're making sure I won't start bleeding internally again."

"Oh how awful," Rose gasped. Myles caught Mel rolling her eyes and hid his grin. Their mother was a dramatic one. Mel gave him a smile then, and he winked at her. As long as he had his sister back, he could tolerate their mother's drama.

...

"What's up, mate?" Bobby asked, seeing Jack's dark face when he returned. Jack didn't respond and sat down at his desk. Bobby shared a look with Tara, who shrugged. Lucy and Dimitrius were on the phone and didn't see it. Jack angrily jabbed his pen at the paper in front of him while Bobby watched.

"Is that paper gonna jump up at you and kill you?" he teased. "What did it ever do to you?"

"I'm fine," Jack growled.

"Certainly doesn't seem like it."

"Well, Captain Obvious, why don't you just mind your own business?"

"When you start calling me that, I know you're upset about something," Bobby pointed out. "Come on, let's go get a coffee."

"No," Jack said bitterly.

"You don't get a choice," Bobby said, getting up. He went over and pulled Jack up by the arm. "Let's go."

"I'm not a kid, Bobby, you can't just muscle me around," Jack said as he stumbled behind Bobby. He was surprisingly strong.

"I just did," Bobby commented. "Come on." Jack didn't miss Tara hiding her smirk and D's chuckle/cough into his hands. Lucy was still on the phone.

"This is unnecessary," Jack said when they got onto the street and started walking.

"What flew up your nose then?" Bobby asked.

"Sue's going out with Will," Jack finally confessed.

"And this bother's you because...?" Bobby trailed off. He knew full well why, but he wanted to hear Jack finally say it out loud.

"Oh, come on. You guys all know," Jack retorted.

"Do we? What do we know? That you're being an idiot? But about what?" Bobby asked, musing to himself.

"All right, all right," Jack said. "I get your point."

"Say it out loud," Bobby ordered. Jack glared at him.

"No."

"I won't let up until you do. Say it, say it, say it, say it, say-"

"ALL RIGHT!" Jack bellowed, stopping. Bobby stopped too, waiting.

"Yes?" he prompted.

"I'm in love with Sue," Jack said. "There, I said it. Are you happy now?!"

"Are you?" Bobby countered.

"Of course I'm happy about it!" Jack exclaimed.

"Then bloody well go tell her!"

"I can't."

"Why the blue blazes not?"

"She's going on a date with Will."

"So? That doesn't mean she's married to the guy."

"I don't want to ruin it for her if she likes him. I don't even know if she likes me."

"Oh, don't be so daft!" Bobby chastised, cuffing Jack in the head. "Did you not see her looking at you yesterday? I know I interrupted something. I kicked myself all night for showing up at the wrong time."

"You think so?"

"Yes!"

"What should I do?"

"Go find her and tell her," Bobby answered. "Now! Go, go!"

"All right," Jack said, rushing away. He hoped she was still at the hospital.

...

Will was attempting to stand when Jack burst into his room.

"Oh, sorry," Jack said. "Are you all right?"

"Oh, yea. I'm just testing out my legs to see if they still work," Will replied. "They seem to." He felt a little dizzy at first, but it passed.

"Is Sue here?" Jack asked.

"Hm? No. She left a bit ago."

"Did she say where she was going?"

"Uh, no. I assumed she was going to work or back home."

"Great, thanks."

"Oh, hey," Will said before Jack could leave. "Thanks again for coming and saving us when you did."

"Sue is the one you should thank. Without her texting me, I would never have known."

"Yea. She's really something," Will said. Jack hesitated then.

"Do you...like her?" Jack asked. He couldn't help himself. He had to know.

"Sue? She's lovely, but I think her heart belongs to someone else."

"Really?"

"Yea. I just think that someone has to tell her first before she'll admit it," Will said pointedly. He raised a brow at Jack.

"I see," Jack nodded. "Well, I hope you recover quickly. All the best to you."

"Thanks," Will said. He made his decision then. Once Jack was gone, he started to collect his personal belongings. It was time to move on. He wasn't so great with goodbyes anyway.

...

Myles was getting tired of listening to his mother talk about how she could have operated on him better and avoided the whole "coma thing" as she called it. Sometimes having a mother who was a surgeon was incredibly annoying.

"Excuse me?" a voice said. Myles looked to see his favorite nurse standing there.

"Yes?" he said.

"It's Emily," she replied. "You should come."

I'm terrible, I know. Stay tuned! :D