Icing on the Cake

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I was so excited the day that Calum got to come home.

He was on crutches, and was adjusting fairly well to them. He broke his leg playing football when we were fifteen, so he had been on them before.

Since he couldn’t go upstairs, I did my best to make the first level as comfortable as possible. I put bedding on the couch and put in a bunch of body pillows.

I helped Calum into the car and drove us home.

On the way home, I kept thinking about how skeptical he was to do the pride event. And look what happened.

It’s like that bad feeling he had was a warning that this would happen.

Once home, I helped Calum get situated on the couch.

“I’m so glad to be home!” Calum said.

“I’m glad you’re home too.” I sad. I then looked at the clock. “It’s time for another Vicodin.” I then walked to the kitchen to get him the pills with another glass of water.

“Thank you.” Calum said to me once I handed the pills and water to him.

“Is there anything else you want?” I asked.

“I’ll be okay for a bit.” Calum answered. “Vicodin makes me sleep.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything.” I confirmed. “I’m going to go play with the kids.”

I felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt, like this was my fault. It was because of me that he was there. I also couldn’t get the image of the guy being shot in the head out of my mind. It was all overwhelming.

After walking up the stairs, I stood by the doorway to our room and started weeping.

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