Tank
Sitting in waiting rooms of doctors’ offices has become my least favorite thing in the world, and today I’m all by myself. Blaze had to go and meet with her supervisor to get put back on rotation. She insisted on making sure she’s available for me whenever I need her, but I’m hoping after today, I can become much more self-sufficient.
That thought hits me in the gut, because I don’t necessarily want her to go. I like having her around, love waking up to her every morning, and look forward to the breakfast she always has waiting for me after I drag my ass out of bed. Running a hand through my hair, I realize how much I depend on her – not to take care of me – but to be my partner. What if she decides she’s done?
“Trevor, you can come on back.”