ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON 15

Episode 14

Mark sighed as he hung up the phone after checking on his brother who was watching Spence while working on his new Aura article and baking a fresh pan of brownies. Everything was fine at home it looked like.He wished he could say the same about everything at the hospital.

Those doctors were back in the room again. Looking at Susan. Examining her like she was some rag doll or something. Pulling back her eyelids. Poking at her feet and legs and shit like that. He didn't understand half of what they were doing. Hell , he had just barely passed out of high school. He wasn't a doctor like DuBuis who told him that all that was necessary to do. Because they needed to see if she was still Susan or if she was really.....

No...... She was fine. His wife was fine. His son wasn't going to lose his mother. Not now. Not ever.

He leaned against the wall outside of her hospital room. He felt like such shit right now. He hadn't slept since before.... what had happened. The only reason he had eaten anything was when DuBuis and Spencer gave him food from the cafeteria and coffee. He didn't know how DuBuis had survived this when it was Spencer. This was hell.

" Mark ? "

At the familiar sounding voice his eyes opened wearily and he found himself looking at Lyle and Angel Anderson along with a tall Black woman in a blue and white hijab with a matching dress standing before him. He and Scout had reconnected with Lyle through DuBuis although he really didn't remember the now teacher that well from Project W days. Lyle had been just a nerdy loner back then who was scared of his shadow.

" Hey ," he said as he kept leaning on the wall. He felt so tired.

Lyle said softly," We just wanted to ..... check on you and Susan. See how she's doing now. School is out today. Umm , this is Yasmin Abed. She's our new school psychologist. Gerald asked if she would come.... to ..... maybe see if you needed help. With anything."

Angel and the woman both just looked at him with concerned almost wary expressions. Just like Lyle was. Just like DuBuis and Spencer did sometimes. Like he was close to breaking down or something. Which he wasn't. He wasn't. He was fine.

" I'm very sorry about your loss, Mr. Mullins," Yasmin said as softly as Lyle had spoken. " I know you don't know me but I am a trained therapist with years of experience especially handling trauma and grief. If you ever need to talk I....."

Mark shook his head adamantly. " No. I don't need help. I need my wife to wake up. She'll need the help with dealing with all this though. When she wakes up again. Until then I'm fine. Look. I don't want to be rude. Thank you all for coming down today. I appreciate it, Lyle, Angel, Ms. Abed. " He smiled faintly. " Yasmin is a nice name. You know, Susan and I are talking about having another baby one day. Give Spence a sibling. If it's a girl Yasmin would be a nice name for her. "