"Do you blame yourself?"
Scott held his head. "What?"
"Well it's...it's common in these sorts of situations for patients to suffer from feelings of...guilt."
"Situations? What situation? Where am I?"
"Oh you know. The...accident."
Scott felt the wind on his face as they hurtled to the ground. Morgana looked at him, letting her hands leave his and rise to his face.
She brought him in for a tender kiss. He couldn't help but smile. He'd almost forgotten who she was and that was his mistake.
She loved him, yes. But he's far outgrown his usefulness and her attachment to life, to love, to him, was thin.
It always had been.
And the only ending to this story, where he kept her captive, was her, flying off a balcony, with or without him.
How had he forgotten her?
"I can still be useful to you," he whispered. "You don't have to let go of me."
She held on to his shirt tightly. He smiled softly, rubbing her cheek.
The ground was fast approaching now. He'd have to do something right? But what was there to do?
He pulled her closer, turning them over, pushing her a little further up, their hands lingering.
"You have to live, Ana."
He sighed. "Smile for me Ana. Please."
So she did.
"That's what I'm after," he grinned, brushing her cheek, as he closed his eyes.
What an ending right? His back slammed into the ground making him wince, he opened his eyes, watching her fall.
She looked almost like an Angel. The worst part? This was avoidable. All he had to do...was what he'd promised.
He'd neglected her. She smiled gently, the weight of her taking his breath away, but not as much as her smile, because she'd hadn't meant a smile on so long.
Then again, for all the years he'd known her, she'd never looked happier than when she was dying.
He'd let her drift away. Drift away from him. From herself.
It was arrogant. He'd been arrogant. She won't exist, probably. Survived by her kids.
How poetic.
He looked over at the grass, feeling the dew on the blades of freshly cut grass. He needed to get her help. It was only the third floor. And he could still feel his legs.
He had to move then.
"Ana," he rasped. "I know you...wanted to die. But..."
He forced himself to sit up. His bones. God. He closed him eyes, forcing the searing pain back.
"If you live, then I'll..." he chuckled. "No. No I know how I'll solve this."
No more Dr. Nice. Scott.
• • •
Ana opened her eyes. She wiggled her toes. She sighed.
"You're right," she jumped, looking over to Scott who stared back at her, "to check your range of motion I mean. You could've cracked your spine. Never walked again. You're welcome."
She rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately, when you survive a suicide attempt, you do not give thanks to the person who saved you. I wouldn't be anything, if you had just let me die."
He sneered. "I can't work. Doctors orders. You know not doing surgery drove my mother to cut open my chest-"
"Is that a threat?" She raised her brow.
Scott stood. "I was this close," he put his finger, "To snapping my c-4."
She purses her lips.
"Do you know what that means? That means I would've never done surgery again. Never, movies my shoulders, arms. Breathed on my own again," he huffed, "Because you decided to try to kill me."
She stared at wall in his silent rage. "You should've just let me die. No one asked you to play the hero."
"Hero? Is that what you think I'm doing?" He scoffed, sitting next to her. "I bet you think...that I'm definitely think I'm gonna divorce you now. Give you what you want?"
She clenched her jaw. "No. You're too petty for that. Your god complex couldn't bear that you...failed. You failed your relationship. You failed to keep me happy, to keep me sane. You failed me. You failed our children."
She paused. "But you holding me captive in a marriage I don't wanna be in? That's not a win. That's not a victory."
She looked at him. "It's a failure. You're just keeping it here, this failure of yours, and it's just gonna remind you do everything you didn't do. This is just a failure of a marriage and you're going to live with that."
He frowned. "I didn't fail-"
"You failed spectacularly-"
"Stop it."
"You're an excellent surgeon, Dr. Collins. But as a father? As a husband? As a man. You...are a failure."
He blinked, clearing his throat. "Then-I can't leave it like that. Do you understand? I cannot just stop-loving you. Or wanting you."
"You don't love me. What love? Based on what?" She chuckled.
He stood, wobbling on his cast. "Based on...based on I love you. I do love you. You know that don't you?"
She sighed. "Scott, even if you had been the perfect husband. The perfect father. There's one thing you'll fail at. It's love. Because you don't know what it means. I don't think you understand it. And I've been married to you for over 10 years."
She smiled softly. "And Scott...I don't know if you can feel it."
