I haven't written anything for a while and I have been watching the last couple of episodes of season 2 and decided that I would have a go at writing what I thought would have happened while Kirsten was at rehab since we don't really know what happened while she was there. So I hope you like it!
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Seventy two hours was a long time. Excruciatingly long. Since they had started going out they had never gone that long without speaking to one another, sure they had gone that long not seeing each other but only when they had been in college and had to go back to their respective homes and when Kirsten's mother was sick he felt like they never saw each other but they always spoke on the phone late at night if she had stayed with her mom. They always spoke. When they could see each other they didn't always need to speak to communicate but he couldn't see her now. He hadn't even think to ask when he could visit he had just wanted to make it out of the building before his tears consumed him. If he'd have stayed any longer he may have gone back for her when deep in his heart he knew his brain was right. She needed to be there. They both needed her to be there. Hell, the whole family needed her there; they weren't a family without her.
The first twenty four hours were painful. Their sons were going through an event that nobody should have to through and he was trying his best to deal with what was going on without counting down the hours but it was hard. Every second of peace he got (and there weren't many) his thoughts immediately drifted to her. Was she coping ok without alcohol? Did she miss him like he missed her or had he been replaced by alcohol? Did she hate him?
Trying to sleep the first night without her had been not nearly as hard as he had imagined. They had gotten in from the hospital at 3am and by the time he had gotten into bed it was nearly 4 and he was so tired sleep just seemed to come. The second night was much worse. The house had been silent most of the night; no-one knew what to say and no-one wanted to mention Kirsten or Trey. He had gone to his room after the boys had retired to theirs hoping that if he left it long enough he would fall asleep like the night before. No such luck.
He lay for hours staring at her side of the bed, every now and then he would stroke the bed sheet were she should have been. If only he had seen things earlier everything could have been different. If he was honest he would go all the way back to last summer to start changing things. When the boys left he wouldn't have let her push him away, he had tried hard not to but looking back he should have tried harder. He would have remembered their 20th wedding anniversary and taken her away for a romantic getaway. Then there's Rebecca, how he wished her dad had lost his number and never got in touch. He should have told his wife as soon as he knew she was alive and he never should have agreed to defend her and he never would have left her on Valentines Day. If only he had a time changing machine.
Now he could see that she had often used alcohol to cope with stuff and he had never seen it as a problem. It wasn't like she had drunk all the time and they had always discussed problems so it wasn't like he didn't know what was going on. That had changed this year. She drank more often after the boys had left and they discussed their problems less. When they had got back from Miami she was different again. He guessed Carter going away had soething ot do with this. Further away from him than she had ever seemed before and that's when he realised the extent of the drinking.
The next day had started off with a visit to the hospital, on his own since neither of his sons could cope with that at the moment, and then a trip to talk to his friends with the police. After dropping in at home to see how the boys were doing he then went to see the Coopers. By the time he got home it was late afternoon and he was fully aware there were now twenty four hours and counting until he could speak to his wife. Only now he was worried about what he would say, who would call who and more importantly would she want to speak to him? Forty eight hours ago all he could think about was just being able to talk to Kirsten but now he was really nervous about what to say.
The next twenty four hours went quicker than he thought they would. He had tried hard all day to concentrate on the Newport Group and the kids but the numbers were counting down in the back of his mind all the time. By the time he got home it had been just over seventy three hours since he had left her there, the first thing he did was check the machine to see if she had called already. She hadn't or if she had she didn't leave a message. He held the phone in his hand, unsure what to do. He didn't want her to feel suffocated but then he hadn't spoken to her in three days and it was killing him. He decided to bite the bullet and just do it. A receptionist answered.
"Hi, my name is Sandy Cohen. My wife, Kirsten, got checked in a few days ago and I was just wondering if I could speak with her please?."
"Give me one moment please, Mr. Cohen." Sandy couldn't stop his fingers tapping.
"Hello?" Her voice sounded just the same he was relieved as stupid as it sounds he had worried that it would be different.
"Kirsten it's me. I just wanted to see how you were doing?" He sounded so awkward but his mouth was dry and it was one of few occasions in his life when he just didn't know what to say.
"Hey Sandy." Her voice was soft just like usual. He hoped she was as pleased to hear his voice as he was hers. "It's hard but I've got through the first seventy two hours and they said that's the hardest part." She didn't know what else to say. There was silence and yet both of them had things that they wanted and needed to say they just couldn't bring themselves to do it. Yet.
"I miss you honey. We all miss you." He needed her to know that. "But we know you've got to do this and we're so proud of you for doing it."
"Ahh Sandy I miss you all too." He could hear the tears in her voice, she wasn't fully crying but she probably would be soon. "How are the boys?"
"They are okay. They are out right now with their female cohorts." This was the truth and it was certainly all the truth Kirsten needed to know right now. "So do you know if I can come and visit you now?"
"Yes the doctor said after today I can have visitors."
"Honey, that's great." He wasn't sure so he had to ask. "Do you want me to come visit you?" He couldn't believe he had to ask.
"Sandy of course I do. I can't wait to see you." She couldn't believe he had to ask that.
"Great I can't wait to see you either. Would it be okay if I came tomorrow? If you have stuff you have to do that's fine I can come the day after."
"No tomorrow is great. They told me what it will be like from now on I'll see the doctor nearly every day and we have meetings frequently but we always have plenty of time in the afternoon."
"Great well I'll come tomorrow afternoon. I've got to tell you I can't wait. It's only been three days but it feels like months." She smiled when he said that, glad that he had said it and knowing that she felt the same way.
"I know what you mean. So I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yes you will. Have a good sleep." He didn't want to say goodbye to her. "I love you Kirsten." They both could have cried when he said it.
"I love you too. Night." He put the phone down, teary eyed but happy. He would see his wife tomorrow.