[Mortals] Physician
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writing_shadowsHe packs things away carefully, methodically, finding some vestige of peace in the measured action of preparation. Clothes taken from the wardrobe, folded and boxed, the boxes stacked carefully in the spare room. Papers the same; his notepad and scrapbook on top. It takes several hours, but in time the house is cleaned; everything of his gathered together out of sight.
He locks the spare room door and hangs the key on the handle.
Memory stings; the time she caught him in there, coating the walls in dry-wipe paint. His first breakdown. The silver scar on his hand is a permanent reminder.
He checks the living room, the bedroom. More memories; the happy and the troubling. Her face flushed with passion and joy while the burn on her leg oozed blood. The best news in the world. The door slamming as she left.
He locks the door, posts the key. He won't return uninvited.
The ambulance is waiting; kind of them to send it. An orderly helps him into the back; respectful. They know he is a doctor.
He glances back once, then on to the future. He knows that there are people he is abandoning: Anna, Val, Rowan. He knows he can't let that stop him. He is not Atlas; the world is not on his shoulders.
His future is two people: His wife and his unborn child. He will be there for them; he must.
He lies back and sighs.
"Physician, heal thyself."
He locks the spare room door and hangs the key on the handle.
Memory stings; the time she caught him in there, coating the walls in dry-wipe paint. His first breakdown. The silver scar on his hand is a permanent reminder.
He checks the living room, the bedroom. More memories; the happy and the troubling. Her face flushed with passion and joy while the burn on her leg oozed blood. The best news in the world. The door slamming as she left.
He locks the door, posts the key. He won't return uninvited.
The ambulance is waiting; kind of them to send it. An orderly helps him into the back; respectful. They know he is a doctor.
He glances back once, then on to the future. He knows that there are people he is abandoning: Anna, Val, Rowan. He knows he can't let that stop him. He is not Atlas; the world is not on his shoulders.
His future is two people: His wife and his unborn child. He will be there for them; he must.
He lies back and sighs.
"Physician, heal thyself."
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