Tapping a pen against the desk, Ty sat in front of the computer screen staring at the clock in the bottom corner. He still had another hour to go before he was off, but the clinic was slow today and the time just dragged. He wanted to get home to Amy - to see how she made it through the day. If maybe she was ready to talk. Mostly he just wanted to be with her. There was a distance between them lately that he didn't like. He was afraid it would only grow wider the longer they went without talking about what happened. Eventually it would just become easier to ignore it, but ignoring it would leave it to hang there between them and a big part of their future unclear.

Ty had texted Amy a few times throughout the day asking how she was doing, but if she answered them at all her responses were pretty generic and vague, leading him to believe that she was still holding up inside of herself. His gaze drifted to his phone again, contemplating on sending another message when Cassandra, who'd been stealing looks at him for the last hour, rolled her eyes and finally stood up. "Go," she said grabbing his phone off the desk.

Surprised, Ty looked up at her. "What?"

Cass handed him his phone. "I said go. I'll cover for you when Scott comes back. Your brooding is just depressing and I can't stand it anymore." Usually they could carry conversation when things were this quiet at the clinic, but today Ty was just so out of it that if it weren't for the sounds of a howling dog that was waking from anesthesia the silence would just be deafening.

"It's fine, Cass. It's just another hour." As much as he wanted to go home, he could wait. It really wasn't that much longer.

"Another hour that you're just going to spend watching tick by. Go home where you actually want to be." Grabbing the back of the chair, Cass rolled it away from the computer and gave it a shove, jerking it to a halt. Ty stood up quickly before he fell.

"Okay, okay. I'm going." Ty gathered his things from the back then paused in front of the computer where Cassandra had taken over for him. "Thanks, Cass." They had their up and down moments over the years, but Cass was still a decent person and could have her moments of compassion that could override her selfishness for a while.

On his way home, Ty made a stop at Maggie's to grab dinner for himself and Amy. The medication she was on took away her appetite, but she still needed to eat whether she felt hungry or not, so Ty ordered them a few turkey sandwiches and fries, sitting down at the counter while he waited. It was around dinner time, the diner bustling with patrons, some Ty knew and nodded in acknowledgement when they said hello as they passed by. A few had heard about Amy's accident and asked how she was doing, but it was an elderly man sitting a the other end of the counter that caught Ty's attention. He did a double take before he was sliding off the stool and walking around to the man. "Hey, aren't you the guy from the parking garage?"

The old man looked at Ty a little startled, realization registering in his face that fell into a look of guilt. "I thought I recognized you," his voice was soft as he set his fork down to look at Ty. "I've been trying to get in contact with you since the accident, but I didn't know your name and the hospital wouldn't release it to me. How is that young lady?"

"She's alive if that's what you want to know." There was a bitter resentment in Ty's voice that he hadn't intended to be there, but the look on the man's face kept Ty from hauling off and punching him in the face for what he did. He looked downright saddened and remorseful.

"Good. That's… good." He nodded, his eyes drifting away from Ty's as he ran his napkin over his lips.

"Why have you been trying to contact us?" Ty demanded, thinking they wouldn't have ever heard from him again.

The old man took a moment to set his napkin back down before answering. "I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I wanted to know that she was okay and to apologize, even though I'm sure that's just empty words to you now. But, I am truly sorry for what happened and I wanted to offer to pay all of the medical expenses."

Ty was dumbstruck for a moment while he tried to register what this man just said. Pay Amy's medical bills. That hadn't been something that occurred to him they would have to eventually deal with until that moment. He'd been so worried about his wife's health - both mental and physical - that the bills that accrued seemed insignificant by comparison. "Why would you do that?" None of them knew who it was that had hit Amy and he could have very well remained an anonymous antagonist in all of this if he'd have just kept on with his life, but he was here in Hudson, admitting to his guilt and looking to do some right by them.

"I figure once you found out the reason I was in that parking garage then you'd be sending lawyers to my door to serve me with some papers."

Beyond the moment of the accident, Ty hadn't really cared that much about the person who caused it. He had other things to worry about, but now he was curious, and even a little bit confused. "What do you mean?"

"I was at the clinic for treatment for cataracts. I wasn't supposed to be driving. When I told you I didn't see her… I really didn't. Not until it was already too late." His voice was strained, Ty able to hear the pain in it for what he'd done.

Ty didn't know how he was supposed to react to this situation. He hadn't expected to ever hear from this man again and now all of the sudden everything about that day was being broken open. He hadn't even considered getting lawyers involved and aside from that, probably wouldn't have. They were costly and who knew if they'd have even been able to win that case if it turned out to have just been a freak accident. It was, but Ty was now learning about this whole new variable that hadn't been known to them before. If it was anyone's fault, it was certainly this man's for being careless and reckless by driving a car when he knew he shouldn't have been and couldn't even properly see. Yet, he still got behind the wheel and became a danger to anyone that crossed his path. Unfortunately, it had been Amy that became the victim to teach him a lesson. "I don't…" Ty started with a shake of his head, but then trailed off when the man spoke up again.

"I know it can't make up for what happened, but the least I can do is make her recovery a little easier without the stress of paying the bills. I know how burdensome that can be. It was my fault and I really just need to know I did something to help."

Ty really debated on accepting this offer. Those bills weren't going to be cheap and letting the man who created them pay for it seemed fair in his mind. However, it seemed more like he was offering for his own benefit and Ty really didn't think he deserved that peace of mind.

"Please let me do this," he pressed when Ty still didn't respond.

"Here you go, Ty." The waitress returned with Ty's order, which he accepted before turning to the elderly man again.

"My wife may have survived that accident, but our child she was carrying didn't. I understand you need to ease your guilty conscience, or whatever, but no amount of money is going to bring back what we lost and it's not going to make anything easier. So, no, I won't let you buy our forgiveness." Ty said finally with a firm shake of his head, leaving the money on the counter for the sandwiches and left the old man sitting there looking torn.