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How could you?

Carinas pov

I can hear her screams even though I'm plugging my ears. She's yelling for me, asking me how I could do this to her. Tears are streaming down my face. My Maya. I'm trying to convince myself that she's safer now, but her screams are saying otherwise.

I can't stand outside her door anymore. I can't hear her beg for me to come back, and beg for me to let her go home. I can't let her go home, she's not safe like this.

"Carina" I hear someone say gently, followed by a hand on my shoulder. It's amelia. "Come with me" she says softly. I grab her hand and head down the hall with her, finally ending up in her office.

The next few hours were blurry. I cried so hard I fell asleep in her arms. I was awoken by a knock at the door. Altman walks in, followed by Bailey. "Oh, Carina." Altman says, giving me a strong hug.

"Did she calm down?" I ask through sniffles. "We sedated her. Carina we need to talk about what happens next." She says, sitting next to me on the couch. Bailey joins us, placing her hand on my leg.

I hate the looks they're giving me. It's the same look I got from them when Andrea died. It's the pity in their eyes.

"We think it would be best for Maya if she got treatment, but we don't think it's safe for her to go home yet." Bailey says. I wish I could stop crying. I wish I could breathe for a second, to think clearly. "Okay? What.." I start but Bailey cuts me off.

"We would strongly advise she's admitted to the inpatient psychiatric facilities." She says. My heart drops. I can't stop the flow of tears down my face. I nod, before collapsing into amelia's arms again. My Maya.

Mayas pov

"I'm not going." I say, shrugging. "Maya you don't have a choice" Bailey says to me. "I am a grown woman, I do have a choice, and I'm not fucking going." I say, starting to sit up. Teddy pushes me back down. "You cannot make your own decisions right now, so this decision is up to your proxy. Carina..." baileys starts but I cut her off.

"Carina doesn't get to make decisions about my life anymore. I am not going." I scream, a single tear falling down my cheek. Baileys takes a deep breath, looking straight at me. "The head of the department will come by tomorrow morning to escort you to the facility, I'll have carina bring some clothes and necessities for you." She says before leaving.

"You can't do this to me" i say to Altman. "Maya this is the best plan for you right now." She replies. "I don't need help." I say back. "Maya you almost ran yourself to death. You haven't been speaking to your wife, you haven't done anything to help. You're only making it worse. Let the treatment help you, before you kill your self." She says before leaving.

Carinas pov

"Thank you for coming with me." I say to amelia as we drive back to our apartment. "Of course." She replies. I couldn't go there alone. Not when Maya is screaming about how much she hates me, or how she doesn't need help when she clearly does.

"Okay, what does she need?" I ask amelia when we arrive in the apartment. We grab some comfortable clothes for her, and some hygiene stuff. I grab her station sweatshirt from my part of the closet and hug it tight. It smells like her. I pack it in her bag and bring it downstairs. "Ready?" Amelia asks. I nod.

I stand outside of Mayas door for a while, not quite able to walk in. Altman walks in, holding the door for me. "I don't want her in my room. Get out." She says to me. "Bambina I brought you some stuff." I say, setting the bag down on the chair next to her bed. "I don't want it." She replies.

"Okay, I'm gonna leave it here. Maya, I love you. I still do, and I always will. I want my Maya back home, but I need you to be safe before that." I say.

"I'm not coming home after this. Get the divorce papers and have them signed by the time I get out." She replies. I start to cry as I leave her room. "I love you Maya." I say, "get out." She replies.

Tears are running down my face as I head for my office. Before I can even get there, I get paged to the ER. Pregnant woman going into premature labor. I wipe my tears off and turn around, ready to save some lives.