His Return

3. Anger and Alleyways

"Kate!"

A frantic voice reaches my ears and my entire body jolts with the instinct to run from it. The voice hits me with such momentum I stumble over my own feet. I'm almost able to convince myself that after a sixteen hour shift, I'm just imaging it. That is, until I hear it again.

"That's my wife."

While my feet freeze, my eyes connect with those of a thrashing patient. Two doctors, Sam included, and three nurses attempt to hold him back but he won't be deterred from his goal- to get through any medical professional standing in his way of me.

"Kate! Haloperidol." Sam looks at me calling out an amount that would kill a small child.

"Sam." I mutter, my body frozen still, my eyes watching Michael struggle, as if possessed. His limbs are thrashing attempting to get away, his forest eyes unwavering.

"Katherine!" Sam roars out just before a large hand knocks him back, causing his to stumble against the wall. "Fu-"

"Michael!" I find myself screaming and the whole room stills.

"Kate." He whispers, his voice gruff, yet sounding the same as eight years ago. He takes advantage of the stillness of my coworkers, jerking from their hold before they have a chance to react. "Kate." He whispers again, wincing as he stands.

He straightens to his full six foot-four height, towering over everyone else in the room.

My mind is swirling. Why is he here? It's been eight years. Why does he look so broken?

"Sam." I whisper, my eyes moving to the syringe in his hand, he quirks a brow before looking at the amount he's pulled.

"Kate." Michael voice is more stern and my attention is drawn back to him, like always. There's something, some darkness, in his eyes as he looks from me to Sam and back to me again.

"Michael." I breath, my mind becoming overwhelmed as I start to notice all the whispers. I'm so overwhelmed, I almost miss the pained wince Michael makes when he steps toward me. Almost.

"...divorced?"
"...died in a fire."
"...sleeping with Dr. Hammon."

The whispers grow louder as I'm reminded of the rumors surrounding my family.

"I woke up and you were gone." Michael breathes as his hands cup my face, causing my to stare numbly at his dark eyes. "And the people living in the house said they had been living there for three years, that they bought it from an elderly couple. The investigator I hired took a whole week to find you," He leans his forehead to mine, breathing deeply. "I've been going out of my mind."

His lips suddenly attack mine and I'm plunged back into reality. A reality where my husband who disappeared eight years ago is standing right in front of me like the last eight years have been nothing but a terrible nightmare.

Michael's grip suddenly tightens reminding me what's happening and I quickly pull back, immediately holding up a hand when I see Sam and two nurses quickly move to my aid, they halt, but I see their stance- they're all ready to pounce.

"Michael." I grip his wrists pulling back. "I- I'm going to give you a shot of something that will make you sleep." I reach my hand out, glancing behind Micheal to smile at Sam in thanks when I feel the cold syringe in my palm.

"Kate." My name is growled. "I've been going out of my mind trying to find you for the past two weeks, you're not-"

"Michael, do not..." I try to keep my voice level.

Michaels brows furrow and true, genuine confusion fills his features. "Are you are angry?" His eyes search my face, concern filling his features.

"Whatever you're doing, stop." Anger starts to bubble with in me. How dare he? I want to smack him as the photos I refuse to think about resurface to the front of my mind. "We're divorced." I remind him.