This had been the day max carter had been dreading, the phone call from his colleges and the hospital to tell him his beloved wife had been shot and was in a induced coma. He prayed for the first time in his life. Please god don't let her die.
Max's POV
Three weeks after the shooting.
"Mr carter, go home we will call you if anything changes, it is good that nothing has happened yet. It means her body is getting better." A young nurse told max but like his wife he shared stubbornness.
"No I'll stay. I can't leave her. I won't" I tell her. Just as she left the doctor came in.
"Mr carter, can I have a word?"
"Sure" I get up and kiss mille on the top of her head.
"Mr carter, I don't know how to put this but your wife was pregnant, the shooting triggered a miss-carriage. I am so sorry."
"When she wakes up I don't want her to know. It will kill her. I'll tell her when she is ready."
Three weeks later (Six weeks after the shooting)
I was at work when I got the call from the hospital that mille had come around. Just as I was about to join three of the girls from uniform, sally, Mel and jo when I was called back to see the DCI.
"Max, your paperwork needs updating, I want it on my desk tomorrow morning. I know you have had issues at home but that is no excuse."
"Sir" if it was not for mille, I would have kicked up a fuss, but she has curbed my anger.
I run down to the yard to tell the girls to go without me but I would see her tomorrow
"Doubt she will notice any how" Mel says
"She woke up. Got the call from the hospital."
As they left I walk back to the office to paperwork as my wife is in a hospital bed waking up.