#005 -- locked.
Last night was something. Something. That's the best word I can think of in this state of mind I'm in. As if Angie didn't have enough on her now, she had to wake up this morning to find the bathroom in a bloody mess with gauze and bandage wrappers tossed about the room. I can't imagine how she must have felt until she found me asleep in the recliner, someone else dead asleep on the couch.
I had to explain it all to her this morning while he slept - how I have been running into Sync late some nights and how concerned I've been about him. I have talked to her a little before about how I was a little uncertain on what to do with him, but I never mentioned who it was and how often I've been running into him lately. Last night, however, I refused to let him go home after what happened...
I was out walking last night, late last night, to clear my head. I ran into Sync and I tried to release my worries on him. I should have known better. He's just a kid... Things didn't end up well and Sync got hurt. He had hurt himself.. And then, I can't really remember why I got so aggressive, but I dragged him to the apartment to treat his wounds. Then he.. he broke down, and I couldn't help but let him stay with us. So, Angie found us both this morning, and the bathroom where we had cleaned him up in.
... I almost forgot about Angie's big news. Er, our big news. We'll be having a baby. I'm... happy? I can't say that I'm not happy, because I'm am, but there is just this extra weight and thought that has fallen down on me and it's really hard to be excited. When will we have time for a baby? What about our obligations to the hospital? ... Are we ready? Am I ready? I don't know if I'd even make a good father...
Why can't this weekend be another outbreak instead? I can take care of medical emergencies and situations. This personal stuff really leaves me lost.
And I still have to figure out what to do with my patients...
I had to explain it all to her this morning while he slept - how I have been running into Sync late some nights and how concerned I've been about him. I have talked to her a little before about how I was a little uncertain on what to do with him, but I never mentioned who it was and how often I've been running into him lately. Last night, however, I refused to let him go home after what happened...
I was out walking last night, late last night, to clear my head. I ran into Sync and I tried to release my worries on him. I should have known better. He's just a kid... Things didn't end up well and Sync got hurt. He had hurt himself.. And then, I can't really remember why I got so aggressive, but I dragged him to the apartment to treat his wounds. Then he.. he broke down, and I couldn't help but let him stay with us. So, Angie found us both this morning, and the bathroom where we had cleaned him up in.
... I almost forgot about Angie's big news. Er, our big news. We'll be having a baby. I'm... happy? I can't say that I'm not happy, because I'm am, but there is just this extra weight and thought that has fallen down on me and it's really hard to be excited. When will we have time for a baby? What about our obligations to the hospital? ... Are we ready? Am I ready? I don't know if I'd even make a good father...
Why can't this weekend be another outbreak instead? I can take care of medical emergencies and situations. This personal stuff really leaves me lost.
And I still have to figure out what to do with my patients...