James smiled and led Amanda out of the house and down the path. They were on the coast here, and he led her to the cliff's edge. Waves crashed against the beach far below and the moon hung heavy and full overhead. "I like to come out here, sometimes. It's peaceful. Nice." He smiled at Amanda. "It's a good place to think. I was here a lot after the accident, once Becky was out of the hospital."
He remembered just how hard Ella and Kevan had fought not only to have Becky treated properly by the nurses and doctors (Because she was much too injured just for a vet and needed an actual hospital) but also for James to be allowed to stay in the room with her.
He had been able to be patched up at the vet's office with stitches. Still, he was flagged in the system as a former fighting dog and was known to be dangerous. Standard procedure for hospitals to scan all pet chips.
So he had spent his days curled up next to Becky in the room, left behind when they had to do tests and things. They had both hated it - Becky had been so scared of everything that was going on - she had been unable to hear due to the bandages and unable to see due to the attack. All she had to go on was scent and that wasn't much help - the hospital had always smelled of disinfectant, sickness, and death.
"I should have realized something was wrong, when I could never get ahold of you. I should have asked Ella and Kevan to try harder to get in contact. I'm sorry, I..." He trailed off with a sigh.
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He remembered just how hard Ella and Kevan had fought not only to have Becky treated properly by the nurses and doctors (Because she was much too injured just for a vet and needed an actual hospital) but also for James to be allowed to stay in the room with her.
He had been able to be patched up at the vet's office with stitches. Still, he was flagged in the system as a former fighting dog and was known to be dangerous. Standard procedure for hospitals to scan all pet chips.
So he had spent his days curled up next to Becky in the room, left behind when they had to do tests and things. They had both hated it - Becky had been so scared of everything that was going on - she had been unable to hear due to the bandages and unable to see due to the attack. All she had to go on was scent and that wasn't much help - the hospital had always smelled of disinfectant, sickness, and death.
"I should have realized something was wrong, when I could never get ahold of you. I should have asked Ella and Kevan to try harder to get in contact. I'm sorry, I..." He trailed off with a sigh.