Abby looked at him, then watched as he looked out the window. "Well I can't send you back until you are better. I guess you will just have to be upset with me about that." She said, getting up. She walked away from him and went to the bedroom. She sighed as she sat on the bed and pulled out her phone.
Abby finished up her paper work then grabbed her book and started reading. She read for an hour then went to find Mitch. She walked into the living room, "Are you okay?" She asked.
Mitch was sitting with yet another beer, absentmindedly disassembling his weapon again. He had locked all his ammunition in a weapon safe in her garage, but left his unload guns out of it.
Abby sat next to him on the couch, then touched his arm to make him stop. "Why don't you come to bed." She said softly. She knew that him sitting up and worrying was not a good idea. "You should take your medicine." He said.
Abby walked back to the room with him, sighing as she got ready for bed. She knew she couldn't give him his medicine since he had been drinking. She climbed into bed with him, turning the lights out. She closed her eyes, thinking about how to help him.
Mitch sighed softly, "I'm not sure yet, Clearly I'm not ready to be around gunfire again yet," he said. He looked at her lightly, "maybe I need to stay at home for awhile longer until I'm settled,"