Absolutely not.
Because that’s all a part of my terrible plan.
?
Darren glares at me as he walks in through the door. I know the look, I’ve seen it a few times before, I saw it before I ended up in here, yesterday.
The looks I’ve gotten from the staff here make me feel ashamed. I’m not sure if that’s a part of his plan or if it’s just a fucking bonus.
“You thought you could get past me again.” He cuts out as he walks up to where I’m lying.
“What?”
“Don’t play fucking dumb with me.” I watch his jaw clench as he says it, his eyes cutting at me. “Tate, I know. Stop trying to fucking pull one over on me.”
“What are you talking about?” I shake my head, my eyes welling up… fucking hormones.
“I fucking saw him, Tate?”
“Saw who?” I ask. I’m confused what he’s talking about, knowing that the only person he would be this pissed off about would be Zane, but it’s not like I’ve seen him at all since he showed up to my appointment, I’m kind of surprised that I haven’t, I wish he would have come by, but Darren has barely left the hospital.
He glares at me as he leans over. “You’re trying to make me look fucking stupid.”
“Believe me, there’s no way I can do a better job than you already do.” My eyes widen as soon as I realize what it is I said.
“What is that supposed to mean?” He’s leaning completely over the top of me, but I’m refusing to look at him.
Someone clears their throat across the room. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
Darren pulls away from me as he whispers. “We’ll finish this later.” And he changes his expression, looking sad. “Oh no, we were just discussing how difficult this all is.”
“Well, that’s part of the reason that I’m here.” The man says as he steps into the room. “We like to offer a bit of grief counseling.”
“That sounds like something we could benefit from.” Darren says as he sits down.
“No need for that. We would like to speak with both of you individually first.”
“What?” Darren instantly gets defensive. “I’m not leaving her in here with you.” He moves forward as the older man presses into a tight smile.
“I promise you that this is strictly protocol.”
“No. Absolutely not.” Darren screams.
“Mr. Sherman. I need you to calm down.” The doctor steps into him, keeping his voice low and calm. “There are just different things that we would like to talk with you two about. I understand you are just concerned about your wife. But you have to calm down. If you don’t, I will have you removed.” I deflate at the statement and want to crawl up inside of myself. “My colleague will talk with you just in the other room, and you will be able to see your wife at all times through the window.”
Darren glares as he stands in front of him and then the woman steps into the doorway. “Mr. Sherman, we’ll just be in the room across the hall.”
Darren hesitates before he follows the woman out of the room. When he clears the doorframe, he looks back at me through the window, not letting me out of his sight even when he sits down.
The man says nothing to me at first, just sits down and scribbles something out on a piece of paper.
Does he have anything recording in here?
I shake my head ‘no’.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I look up and see Darren’s distracted by the woman across the hall now. I know he doesn’t because if he did, he would have just broken it out to prove that someone was here.
