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Where the hell is he?" Penny asked. She was voicing what the whole group was thinking.
"I don't know, bestie." Amy answered
Penny got up from her seat near Leonard and began pacing. She walked up and down, until Sheldon snapped.
"Penny, if you're going to walk like a crazy person with an athletically based obsessive compulsive disorder at least take your shoes off."
"Fine."
She started pacing again but then lost heart and flopped down by Leonard. She couldn't sit still and the fact she was so jittery annoyed her, but she just couldn't help it. She was scared and when she got scared she got nervous. And when she got nervous she got jittery, and that annoyed the hell out of her.
"This is terrible." Priya announced.
"Yeah, I know." Amy agreed.
"Why isn't he calling us yet? He should know by now that we're not going to mock him because his marriage is failing." Leonard informed the rest of the group.
"He's probably pissed off. Wouldn't you be?"
"Not if I knew it wasn't true."
"So you're saying," Priya began incredulously, only to be cut off by the clear ring of the telephone. Darting over, Leonard snatched it up and answered.
"Hello? No, we don't want PPI!"
"I hate those guys." Penny muttered.
"Me,too." Leonard agreed, taking his place next to her. She cupped his hand with her own.
"I hope he's OK."
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Howard wasn't a drinker. He wasn't completely teetotal, but out of the seven of them he was one of the least likely to get trashed to soothe his feelings. Yet, here he was. In a park, clutching a bottle of 70% vodka as if it was his first born child, taking swigs of the burning liquid as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.
He wanted someone. Someone who knew what it was like to feel fear and insecurity in their marriage. Someone who'd been through it. Unfortunately, the only person who knew what it was like was his mom and she would be so, so disappointed if he was getting beaten up by a girl. Worse still, she could disbelieve him. She always vocalized her opinions on abuse as being the fellow's fault. Given how his dad had been he couldn't blame her.
Then it hit him. He knew who to call...
He felt woozy as he made his way to his car, but reasoned that there was no way he was too drunk to drive. He'd not had much. It took several goes before he could insert the key into the ignition, but he put that down to nerves. He hadn't seen him in so long.
He couldn't see very well. Everything was blurry. The cars on the motorway were simply streaks of light. Why was everybody going so fast? He tried to ignore the other motorists. He realized he needed to go into the middle lane. He forgot to put his *warning light on. He saw a flash of white light. He heard a deafening noise and then he just blacked out.
What seemed like seconds later, he opened his eyes. There was a pretty lady above him. Judging by her clothes, she was a nurse. Her name was Jenny, her name tag told him. She had his cell and was scrolling through it..
"Why do I call?" Jenny asked. She seemed nervous and was playing with her long black plait.
"J-Je-Jenny."
"Guys, he's awake!"
"Call Goldstein. Please."
His throat felt funny. It felt sore and scratchy. His eyes flet heavy and he blacked out again. Before he fell unconscious, he heard Jenny asking "How does he know my name?!"
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Jon Goldstein had just finished reading a bedtime story to his six year old son. Coming out of his child's bedroom, he was troubled to see the worried look on his beloved wife's face.
"Are you alright?"
"There's a call from the hospital for you. They wouldn't tell me anything."
"Alright, darling. I'll see what it is."
She handed him the phone and went to check on her son. Jon pressed the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Are you Jon Goldstein?"
"Yes. What's the matter?"
"Your son was in a car accident."
"He can't have been. He's tucked up in bed."
"Oh."
"Why did you call me? Did this man say he was my son?"
"No. I just assumed." the woman explained. "Well, maybe you're his uncle."
"What's this man's name?"
"Howard W-oh-low-its."
"Wolowitz, it's...what?"
"Are you his uncle?"
"I'm more than that. I'm his rabbi. Hang on, I'm coming down there."
He explained to his wife what had just happened and gave her and his son a kiss goodbye in case he was out all night and got into his car. He drove like a madman. All the while, he wondered "Why was I called?"
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Howard could feel someone stroking his hair. It felt nice. He opened his eyes and was treated to a bright white glare before seeing the figure by his bed.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm alright."
"You're incredibly lucky. All you got out of the collision was a broken arm."
"What happened?"
"Well, you were over the driving limit. And this," the rabbi showed him the bottle of vodka. "Is not water. It's also very unlike you to get drunk."
"I know."
"I can't believe you'd do this. Drinking and driving? You could have been killed!"
"I wasn't trying to kill myself."
"What were you trying to do?"
Howard didn't have an answer. He knew he'd wanted Goldstein there, he knew what he'd wanted to tell him what had been happening, but now he couldn't.
"What's wrong?"
Howard gazed up into his rabbi's calm, brown eyes. "What makes you think there's something wrong?"
"Because, you drank, you drank and drove and the doctors told me that you have bruising. And it's old bruising, so don't blame it on the car crash you had. This is bruising from being deliberately hurt. Now tell me what's wrong."
"Did I crash into anyone?"
"No. Nobody got hurt but you. You crashed into a road-guard."
Howard sighed in relief. At least he hadn't hurt or killed someone. Rabbi Goldstein still wasn't letting up.
"Tell me what's happened." Not a question, but a command.
"ImadeBernieveryangry."
"What?"
"I made Bernie very angry."
"She did that to you?"
Howard gave the tiniest of nods. Jon didn't know what to say. He blinked and he shook his head a couple of times and then he blinked again.
"Rabbi Goldstein?"
"Yes?"
"Don't tell my mom."
"I won't tell her, I promise you."
"Thank you."
"But you should."
"No."
"Howard, look at me. She has to know."
"She'll be ashamed of me."
"Why?"
"Because my wife is beating me up! Wouldn't your mother be ashamed if Rachel was beating you up?!"
"That's different. Rachel wouldn't hit a fly."
"That's true."
" "So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as the Lord does the church.""
"That's about different genders."
"It means the same. A woman and a man should treat each other with respect, love, dignity and patience. Or at least try to."
"Fine. I'll try to tell her."
"Good man."
He stayed talking to him for several hours and then a nurse came to tell him visiting hours were over.
"When's he out of here?" Jon asked the nurse, once he was out of earshot from Howard.
"Oh, he'll be out tomorrow. We're just making sure he's OK. He gave us one heck of a scare!"
"Yeah, he does that. Thank you, ma'am."
"Goodnight, sir."
Believe it or not, but Howie really wasn't that drunk. He was just over the limit. I hope Jon Goldstein's quote was OK! I read that the Torah is the first six books of the Old Testament and I couldn't find where the quote came from :/ I'm really sorry if I upset anyone!
Oh, and to that guy who was hating on Big Bang Theory? F*** YOU! DO NOT INSULT MY FAVOURITE TV SHOW! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND FORCE YOU TO WATCH THE WHOLE SIX FRICKIN' SEASONS! YOU HATE - FILLED, TROLLING SON OF A BITCH! GO BACK TO WHATEVER CORNER OF COMEDY HATING HELL YOU CRAWLED OUT OF! AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING, DON'T GO ONTO ITS FANFICTION SITE!
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Love from Shania. xx