Christmas

Chapter Three : Adrift and at Peace

Christmas
Adrift and at Peace
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Recovery. The length of recovery is always determined by the extent of the injuries. And it's not always successful. Healing. No matter how the diligent at transcending livelihoods for the betterment is, some wounds may never fully heal.

There will be a long and painful road ahead.

One doctor might say while another might have expressed it in another manner.

Don't let her get too attached to him. It will just be too painful to let go.

A moment of speaking with her doctors, advising the team in updating him with her every progress since being her family, he cannot be her doctor - damn hospital policy.

Will walked out of the room to his awaiting brother, who had his hands shoved into his pockets, staring down at the linoleum, closing the door behind him with an offensively loud click.

CLICK!

It's Christmas Day and they're once again spending the Season of Giving in grief. Not to be insensitive or anything, it now very well should be called Season of Grieving instead. It has pretty much earned it's title.

Recovery. The only way, might just have to be adjusting to a whole new way of life around the old. Leaving the old life alone, discarded and hidden. Things may have already changed too radically to ever go back to how they were anyway. Healing. Life might not even recognise the patterns and habituals anymore. Going back to the way life was in order to recover can't ever be done. Recovery is what the future holds, not the past because once a scar has been etched, a brand new person is born.

Will cleared his throat, steepling his fingers - another nervous tic of his. "Jay, there are two detectives in my office. They want to talk to you."

Two not-so nice and very judgmental detectives, he must add.

"Right now?" he asked. Glancing through the half-drawn shades, wanting to catch a glimpse of his wife, to make sure she's okay. But he couldn't really see her with all the scrub clad figures surrounding her. "What about -"

"She'll be in there for a while, Jay. The doctors are doing their job. They will take care of her."

"Can't it wait?"

He doesn't want to leave Erin.

He never intended to. It was a mistake, one regretful misfortune.

Detectives.

He's definitely not in the mood to be criticised by some overworked smug detectives. He knows what they are planning on doing to him, questioning him like he's some criminal.

Been there, done that.

He was a detective, so he knows the process.

The spouse is always deemed the number one suspect in crimes involving the other spouse.

Suspect number one, that's who he is right now.

The person of interest in the attack of his wife.

"I've tried, umm, they really want to speak with you right away."