Gun and the rose

Ethan

I'm in the psychiatric hospital, not for me but for Liam. That night I saw him in that faze was scary; I called 911 from Liam's phone they came and grabbed him quickly. That whole night his police officers were shocked by what he did they congratulated him. Liam had a mental episode, one I'd never seen. After they saw him in that state, they quickly called up doctors to save him. That's how we ended up here; he's getting so much special care I honestly didn't believe it existed.

The police said that Liam killed a mighty mafia boss and that they were trying to get arrested. Liam got there sooner. He would be on a very long break from duty, but I was thankful for it.
The first week in there, he didn't speak his mind was gone. We took it slow week by week, trying to talk to him; I couldn't touch him just in case he switched and attacked me.

By the fourth week, we saw progress; he started to speak to me about what he remembered; I lied and told him he had a fall. He believes me, doctors advise me that I shouldn't bring up his actions from that night, and I agree with them.
After that, he laughs. Crys begin to live.
I bring him the plants that I started to grow, a hobby that I picked up. When he entered the hospital, he lost a lot of muscle, but he was still pretty strong. Everything I saw he engrosses in his mind. I am trying to bring out a memory of intimacy with him. He yells out that I had sex with him in front of everybody; the doctor's smiling, and I smile as well.

After two more months, we start therapy. I can sit next to him with a guard next to me just in case he gets out of control. My therapy session always went well. I moved on from my past, and I want to work toward my future. I accept the hurt and pain. Why would I deny it? It led me to Liam. He needs my help more than ever.
Liam's therapy sessions, in the beginning, were pretty scary. He jumped on the therapist with a quickness I had seen multiple times. Multiple guards had to restrain him. He has so much anger in him still. A couple of weeks later, he got calmer, and without any medications, his therapy sessions got better. We talked about Liam's family abandoning him after they forced him into a marriage, his childhood bullying from kids, how alone he felt growing up, how he hated his ex-wife and his he dealt with it, and being a cop and how it changed him.
I've learned so much from these sessions about him; I feel closer to him than ever. He's speaking, saying his feelings, saying what he likes and doesn't.

It's been a year since that night. I have a surprise for him when he gets out.
Walking out of the car, Liam is blindfolded; I help him, showing him the path.

"ok, Liam, remove the blindfold."
He does. He looks so delighted by what he witnessed.
A cottage near a lake surrounded by woods.
He cries; I'm crying because crying it's a mess.
"let's walk in, shall we?
" yea,"