The quiet halls of the SRU were cold and almost chilling as Wordy trailed down to one of the small, private meeting rooms where Dr. Luria waited for him.
"Wordy—great to see you again, go ahead and take a seat." A voice greeted him as he broke through the doorway. Dr. Luria rose from her seat and welcomed him with a handshake before they both sat back down.
"Pretty fine, I guess." He replied hesitantly, gripping his fingers together without notice.
She examined his body's behavior and began to speak. "You've got something that's bothering you, I can tell. Just remember, you can tell me anything—no one else is going to hear. I'm all ears, I'm here for you to just vent and get it all out there too. It's then up to you as to what you do with it."
He nodded, "When I was being—when I had to do my psyche evaluation—it brought a lot to my mind."
She gave a silent, "Mhmm" to reassure him that she was listening.
"And I just—this is all I know. All I know how to do is my job. This is what my life has been guided by. I've got my girls and my wife at home—awaiting me to return each and every day as a 'hero' and noticing my health now—I can't be that hero."
Dr. Luria glanced to make eye contact with him, "And you think that because you are having health problems, you can't be a 'hero' to your family? It's not only this job that makes you hero, Wordy."
He took a second to think about what she said, not responding, just keeping to his own thoughts.
"When you go home and your daughter's pillow tent has fallen down, you help her pick it back up and she hugs you for it—what does that make you?"
"A good father?" Wordy shrugged.
"But in her mind—."
He smiled and looked up, "In her mind—I'm a hero. I get it."
Dr. Luria had made her point, "Now moving on—problems within the team—anything happening there?"
He shrugged, "There's always problems within the team—but they come and go. It's like a family—you don't always get along, but you know you've got each others backs."
"You sure there's nothing else?"
"I mean, we snap sometimes—It happens. With everything that's been going on lately, we've all been at our wits end." Wordy beat his boots together before propping them back against each other, "But like I said—We all have each others backs."
His own words dawned on him about how he and Spike had been fighting recently. "And we never know when our last day could be—So we can't take any day for granted." His heart sank a bit. In the field they were in—they couldn't take any second for granted in their minds.
"Thanks for this, Doc." Wordy smiled before standing from his chair. "Meant a lot."
She replied in a grin and reached for the door, "Glad to see my work is doing good for someone—Send the next one my way." She patted him on the back and took her seat once again—waiting to see who would come through the door.
Keep on following the story!
I also forgot to mention the chapters in this fic will most likely be shorter than those of my normal ones... If they got too long it would just be an overall rant, so for now they're gonna be short and sweet.