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Once Tk had finally calmed enough to sleep Carlos left the hospital room, not due to his own free will. No, their friends had practically dragged him out of the room. Saying he couldn’t help Tk if he didn’t help himself. Their words had truth but he was distraught at leaving is husband, after leaving him alone for so long.
While Tk and Carlos had been together, the 126 was planning for them. For Carlos, therapy, at least 2 months off work, partners/family of addicts group and first aid training just in case this were to happen again. For Tk, therapy, evaluation for mental disorders, addiction, eating disorder and self harm recovery, they had also discussed a short stay in a mental hospital.
He knew they just wanted to help, but this felt like taking the little control he had. It felt as though they no longer trusted him to take care of Tk never mind himself, but maybe they shouldn’t trust him? After he let this happen. After he let his own husband suffer in front of his eyes.
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*Carlos’ therapy*
“Hello, Mr Reyes ?” Said a kind looking woman with rich onyx skin and slightly crinkled eyes, it comforted Carlos to know that his therapist would be another person of colour. It felt safer somehow. (A/n I’m white as a sheet, this is just how I feel abt stuff as a part of different marginalised groups but if it isn’t accurate I’m sorry)
“Carlos.” He said sounding unnaturally abrupt without meaning to.
“Ok Carlos dear..would you like to tell me what brought you hear.” Despite his short answer she pursued with a small smile.
“..my husband he..he attempted.” Tears already welling in his golden brown eyes.
“Attem-“ she was brushed off quickly as Carlos clarified.
“Suicide. It’s my fault.” The last part a broken whisper.
“Woah now I’m very certain it’s not”
She looked so confident in her words, little did she know how horrific of a husband he was. She didn’t know shit. She knew nothing. Why was he even here? Talking to some lady who was just trying to convince him he’s not a bad person.
“You don’t know that.” Anger creeping into his words, his features twisting. No one knew. NO ONE KNEW. No one understands.
“Then tell me, help me know and understand. Please?” Her soft voice was clearly attempting to be calming.
“What’s there to know? I’m a horrible partner. To the point my own HUSBAND tried to kill himself.”
“Ok sweetheart…can we start from the beginning? It will help me help you better ok?”
“My father got murdered last year,” she looked sympathetically at him but isn’t interrupt “I joined the Texas rangers to help work on his case, made me feel like I was helping someone. Then for some fucked reason I decided that job was more important than my husband. He was hurting for so long and I didn’t even spare him a glance.” The tears were falling now.
“Wow that must be a lot to deal with, I’m so sorry Carlos my condolences.”
“I don’t need condolences.”
“Oh-“
“Sorry, that was rude. I don’t know. I- I really want my husband.” No longer just falling, the tears were streaming down his face.
“Of course, I completely understand. We can finish for now, next week same time ok?” He nods as he ducks out of the room.
Quickly getting into the car, ignoring his usual care for it. Nothing was more important than his Tk.