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Lee wakes up early on Monday morning, acutely aware of the double-edged sword the dawn brings with it. As he lays in bed watching his wife sleep, he can’t help but think about doing much the same seven years ago, only it was a different woman by his side. Shorter, heavier, a few years older and a little more pregnant but loved just as much as Abigail.
He climbs out of bed, kissing her forehead softly and pads barefoot to the bathroom where he strips, mindless of the chill in the air and gets into the shower. He does everything he can to ignore the events of the day seven years ago; instead he is focused on today and what it brings. Possibly something just as dreadful and horrifying.
He has a doctor’s appointment. Playing the patient once more and it makes him physically ill at the thought of the physical exam and blood work he’s going to have done. Terrified of the results, the waiting, the hoping and quite possibly the news he never wants to hear. He’s afraid that his white blood cells will be through the roof. He’s afraid that the oncologist is going to give him that look of pity and tell him to have hope even when there is none.
He closes his eyes tightly as the warm spray of water washes over him, mingling with his bitter tears. He reaches up with his right arm to gingerly touch the bruise on his left shoulder, wincing at the tenderness and half choking on an unreleased sob. He’s scared. He’s scared and he doesn’t want her to know just how much. He tells himself he has to be strong for her, be supportive and put on an unconcerned face.
With a shaky breath, Lee turns off the water and grabs a towel, wiping his face and then quickly drying his body. Suddenly he doesn’t want to start his day just yet. He has nowhere to be until the appointment and he walks back to their bedroom. Without a second thought he drops the towel from his waist and slides back into bed, between the sheets and wraps his arms around the still sleeping form of his wife.
He climbs out of bed, kissing her forehead softly and pads barefoot to the bathroom where he strips, mindless of the chill in the air and gets into the shower. He does everything he can to ignore the events of the day seven years ago; instead he is focused on today and what it brings. Possibly something just as dreadful and horrifying.
He has a doctor’s appointment. Playing the patient once more and it makes him physically ill at the thought of the physical exam and blood work he’s going to have done. Terrified of the results, the waiting, the hoping and quite possibly the news he never wants to hear. He’s afraid that his white blood cells will be through the roof. He’s afraid that the oncologist is going to give him that look of pity and tell him to have hope even when there is none.
He closes his eyes tightly as the warm spray of water washes over him, mingling with his bitter tears. He reaches up with his right arm to gingerly touch the bruise on his left shoulder, wincing at the tenderness and half choking on an unreleased sob. He’s scared. He’s scared and he doesn’t want her to know just how much. He tells himself he has to be strong for her, be supportive and put on an unconcerned face.
With a shaky breath, Lee turns off the water and grabs a towel, wiping his face and then quickly drying his body. Suddenly he doesn’t want to start his day just yet. He has nowhere to be until the appointment and he walks back to their bedroom. Without a second thought he drops the towel from his waist and slides back into bed, between the sheets and wraps his arms around the still sleeping form of his wife.