Carry You ~Eddie Diaz

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Sam's POV:

February 14th, 2020

It has been almost a month since Eddie was shot, he's been in physical therapy and has been making astonishing progress. The doctors think he will be as good as new in another month. I am shocked that he's been able to recover so quickly. He always tells me that it's because of his military training, but I'm just grateful he's okay.

The 118 has been nothing but supportive throughout this entire time. Eddie is currently on a leave of absence and they don't want him to return until he is feeling 110% again. Which knowing Eddie, he will probably go back way before he's supposed to.

He also put Ana in her place which made me happy.

"Edmundo, I need to have a talk with you about Christopher."

"All due respect, but if it's so important please talk to Sam about it. She is my son's advisor, if she deems it necessary, she will call a meeting between the 3 of us."

"Oh, well I'm sorry you feel that way."

It was a glorious day for me, the embarrassment on her face was evident and I couldn't help but smile. Working has been a struggle because I'm constantly worrying about Eddie.

Iris and I have been spending a lot of time together, she's always checking on me because of the shooting. I'll admit, I have some PTSD from it especially since Eddie almost died that day. I also hold a lot of guilt and regret, but Eddie is trying to help me with it. I am still going to therapy three times a week and talking about it is helping me with my nightmares. I tend to only have them 3 or 4 times a week now, but sleep is hard to come by when you have a 9-year old that struggles with nightmares and a boyfriend that has always struggled with PTSD and it's only gotten worse with recent events.

If it isn't Christopher waking up, screaming, and crying, then it's Eddie. I don't have time to sleep anymore, I'm too worried about both of them.

I think Eddie is starting to figure out that I haven't slept much the past month because my skin has paled, my eyes are sunken in, I move sluggishly most of the time, and I forget simple things. My brain is just fried but it's not just that I'm worried about them at night, every time I close my eyes I'm back in the pain. The pain of watching Eddie get shot, the pain of leaving Christopher in my office, the pain of being threatened with a gun to my head, the pain of drowning, and the pain of being disowned by my mother.

Eddie has enough on his plate right now though without having to worry about me as well. I try and play it off but it's a tough act to follow. "Sam?"

I looked up from the couch and was met by Christopher's gaze. "Hey, buddy."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?"

"Buck is coming over soon, I just wanted to let you know."

"Okay, thanks, buddy." I got up and walked into the kitchen. I was feeling lightheaded, probably because I've only slept 10 hours in the past week. I got myself some tea and leaned against the countertop, I had one of Eddie's grey army t-shirts on with a pair of leggings under, my hair was up in a messy bun, and I had ankle socks on. I was sipping from my tea when there was a knock at the door. Buck was going to watch Christopher tonight since Eddie and I were going out for Valentine's Day. I watched the door open and Buck had a big smile on his face. "Hey, Buck," I smiled.

"Hey, Sammy. Chris, where you at little man?"

"I'm here," He spoke and found his way to the living room with Eddie holding his backpack.