Joan is at 221B. She's cried out all of her tears, and now...now she feels empty. The exact opposite of numb, she is so deeply in pain that she can hardly register any other emotion. All she can think of is that Ted almost died because of her. She needs to stay away from him. And it's killing her.
She's sitting at her desk, her laptop in front of her, a travel website open and displaying a list of flights to New York.
When the phone buzzes, she sees a text from Ted, and it feels like she's been stabbed through the heart. He doesn't know. He doesn't know he's in the hospital because of her. He doesn't know that she needs to protect him. To let him be happy with his family. Alive with his family.
She thinks of not answering at all, but he deserves something. Even the barest thing she can say. She types the text.
I'm sorry.
She hits send. Then she turns off her phone. And selects a flight to New York that leaves tomorrow evening.
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Date: 2021-07-06 07:24 am (UTC)She's sitting at her desk, her laptop in front of her, a travel website open and displaying a list of flights to New York.
When the phone buzzes, she sees a text from Ted, and it feels like she's been stabbed through the heart. He doesn't know. He doesn't know he's in the hospital because of her. He doesn't know that she needs to protect him. To let him be happy with his family. Alive with his family.
She thinks of not answering at all, but he deserves something. Even the barest thing she can say. She types the text.
I'm sorry.
She hits send. Then she turns off her phone. And selects a flight to New York that leaves tomorrow evening.