There was a moment of silence. I knew, this was it. "Who were those men?" I ask. More of a statement actually, "I don't know Liz. How are you feeling? The doctor said it was pretty bad. You lost a..." He stops. I stare at him. I was angry. Not at him, just at myself. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. Keep talking." I gesture. "You lost... Your blind in one eye Liz. And you lost two fingers. You've been out for one week. Your acting like nothing happened to you." He says. He was getting angry as well as I was. Anger builds inside of my. I sit up quickly and say, "Well it's not my fault Joey. I've been worried about the kids. You were sitting there scared to death, with a gun pointed at you! Look at me! I'm worried sick about you and the girls, and you can't get the words out that I'm injured. Like I care if I lost two fingers and I'm half blind! I'm worrying about my family! This is my job Joey! Didn't you notice that since the last six years we've been married!" I shout back. When I finish, I was kneeling, and we were about a three or four inches away from both of our face. "You don't have to worry to me and he girls Liz." He states, which makes me more angry, and he knew that, so he waits for my reaction, which made us all surprised. "Maybe because your never home?! I'm never home because of my job, but where do you even go?! My job takes up all of my time, where do you go?! I get on the phone with the girls at work in the middle of everything, and your barely ever home! You work as a stupid high school teacher where's that going to get us?! I work as a freaking FBI agent Joey! What do you do for the family?!" I yell, and that makes us both stop. I wasn't exactly out of breath, but he stares behind me. I turn around, to see the team and The Pack. I cuss out in my head, but wish to die as well. "Let's calm down here." Sam pipes up. Joey cusses out loud, which makes me grimace. He leaves, and that's when everybody is quiet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Four hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At home, I felt more depressed than ever. I stare at my three-fingered hand in shock still, but Joey had gotten home, but none of us talked to him, because he wouldn't talk to us. I tried once, but he cussed me off, which pissed me off as well as him.
