Can't do it Anymore
"I don't know if I can be a firefighter anymore after this." Andy rushed out when she woke up from yet another nightmare.
Robert looked up from his laptop, shocked. His wife loved firefighting. She was the most passionate one at 19. She had been around station 19 and firefighters her whole life.
"Andy..."
"No. Don't "Andy" me, Robert." Andy raised her hand. "I don't want to have to run into every fire thinking about my dad. I don't want to do this anymore."
Robert stood up, walked over to the bed and sat in front of Andy. "I get how hard losing your parents is. I know how the aftermath is, and I am so sorry you're having to deal with this." Robert moved to lay beside Andy and pulled her into his arms. Andy rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I'm just so tired, Robert. Of losing people. Of having to deal with the looks of pity. I'm tired of feeling like this." Andy finally let go and allowed her tears to fall. "I know that quitting won't change what happened. I know that I really do. I..."
"You just can't do it anymore." Robert finished for her. "Do me a favour before you completely make up your mind?"
"If you're going to bring up seeing someone, I have someone at the hospital I can talk to. I'll see if it helps to talk to her, if it doesn't I'll call Diane." Andy talked to her, surprising Robert. Andy saw the look on his face, rolled her eyes and grinned. "Yeah. Yeah. I know I'm not one for therapy but if I want this marriage to work, I need to learn to listen to my husband when he suggests something." Andy reaches for one of his hands and holds onto it. "I love you, Robert."
"I love you too, Andy."
Keep this as a one-shot or explore this?
