ODDS OF LOVE: SEASON SEVEN

Episode 22

" DuBuis, sweetie, you need to eat," Spencer said as he sat beside the bed where his husband was still in at two in the afternoon. His voice was tinged with frustration and understanding as he stared at the man he adored.

He understood what DuBuis was going through. After the shooting and the attacks he had not wanted to get up from bed either. He had literally wanted to just drop dead. He wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. Sometimes he still did. He still saw the shooter in his dreams. He still saw Skip in his dreams. He still got shivers just being in the living room. But he kept going primarily for his family but especially for DuBuis. DuBuis was his reason to live and survive. His heart ached because apparently he could not be that for his husband.

Damn it.  DuBuis wouldn't even talk to him.

DuBuis sat up and looked at him with just as much frustration in his face and eyes. " Damn it, Spencer ! Why can't you ever just listen! To anyone. I don't want food. I don't want to talk to fucking Reverend Lynn. I don't want medicine. Ok ? I just want to sleep. Is that so bad! "

Spencer widened his eyes in shock. DuBuis had never yelled at him before. He wasn't sure he liked it. No. He knew he didn't like it. He narrowed his eyes. " I just want what is best for you. "

DuBuis shook his head. " Well you always know what is best. Right? Mr. Genius level IQ? Mr. The Odds Of This ? You never listen! You think you know it all ! Just like when you went to the damn store. I told you not to ! But you didn't listen to me! Now you're in the damn chair for the rest of your life. Damn you. You didn't really think about me when you were fighting over a damn ring. You never think about anything but yourself. "

Spencer's mouth fell open. His eyes filled with tears. " DuBuis....." Was he blaming him for the shooting? Did he also blame him for the rape? Well join the club. Because he blamed himself. And always would.

" Just fucking go away," DuBuis shot out tersely, " and leave me the fuck alone! What are the odds of that, huh ? "

Then he reclined back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Spencer felt his heart breaking. He loved this man more than he had ever loved anyone in his life. He was the only man he had ever loved. Fuck DuBuis Lane, he thought as a tear slid down his face. Fuck him. He could sleep forever if he wanted.

" Fine. You want me gone? I'm gone. Goodbye. "

And then Dr. Spencer Norland -Lane left the bedroom. And the house.