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Part 23 � Home is
where the heart is

Exactly thirty minutes later, Don was hustled out of Will�s
room and told that he wasn�t welcome back for at least five hours.� Megan and David were waiting, having already
given Don�s cellphone number to the watch nurse.� Megan went on guard duty while David walked
Don to Will�s car.� Don was grateful that
David didn�t ask questions about what had happened with Min.� Away from Will, all Don�s energy vanished and
he wasn�t sure he would have made it to the car without David helping him.��

Ignoring Don�s protests, David followed him all the way
home.�� David left Don sitting in the
driveway in the car outside the house he shared with Will.� It felt like years since he and Will had left
here, anxious to start on their undercover partnership.�

Finally, Don opened the door and carried the luggage
inside.� He got the mail and dumped it on
the kitchen table, not even looking at it.�
He opened the suitcases and pulled out a few things he thought Will
might want in the hospital if � when
he woke up.� Getting a gym bag, he put
Will�s things in there, along with some things for himself such as a change of
clothes.� He grabbed a couple more books
off of Will�s �To-be-read� shelf and a box of cards from the Trivial Pursuit
game.� �He got his gun and badge and was slightly
comforted by the familiar weight at his hip.

Rubbing his cheek to keep himself awake, Don tried to think
of anything else he might need.� The
silence of the house closed in on him, a sort of grim, empty silence that
threatened to become permanent.� He could
feel Will�s absence in every corner, sense his loss in every shadow.� He snatched up the bag and fled.

He drove his own car to his family�s house, racing away from
the ghosts of his fears.�� Letting
himself inside, Don shut the door and leaned against it, trying to feel the
usual sense of security the house gave him.�
Instead, all he could think of was his father coming home to this house after
his mother had died.

He pushed himself away from the door and stumbled into the kitchen.� Opening the fridge, he gazed at the offerings
and wondered if he�d ever feel hungry again.�
He heard a meow and looked up to see Monster running toward him.

�You want food?� Don asked wryly, but Monster just twined
through Don�s legs, purring.�

Monster dashed out of the kitchen.� Don got out some grilled chicken, put it
between two pieces of bread and stuck it on a plate.� He grabbed a beer and carried the makeshift
sandwich out to the front room.� Monster
was sitting by the front door, staring at it expectantly.

Don�s heart clenched.�
�Sorry, Will�s not coming.�

Monster looked over his shoulder at Don, perhaps hearing the
anxiety in his voice.� When Don sat on
the couch with his food, Monster jumped up next to him.�

�You been having fun here?� Don asked, offering Monster a
tidbit of chicken.�

Monster took it solemnly and ate it.� He didn�t beg for more, rather sat down by
Don, his front paws on Don�s leg.� Don mechanically
ate his sandwich and drank his beer while Monster purred and kneaded his
thigh.� Don got up and put his plate and
beer bottle away then found a blanket and came back to the couch.� He could go upstairs to the guest bedroom, Charlie�s
old room, but there was something about this couch that had always soothed him,
and he desperately needed that now.� He
put his gun in the safe then lay down and pulled the blanket over him.

�Oof!� he complained as seventeen pounds of cat landed on
his stomach.� Surprised, he looked at
Monster who was arranging himself on Don�s stomach and chest like he did it
every day.� Monster wasn�t a lap cat, and
he�d certainly never shown any interest in sleeping with Don or Will.� Maybe there was something to that theory that
animals could sense feelings.� Don wasn�t
sure it wasn�t his imagination, but Monster seemed sad and anxious, too.�� Monster could at least tell something was
wrong.

Don closed his eyes and, with the warmth of the setting sun
and the purring cat, was able to fall asleep.

His heart pounding, Don struggled towards wakefulness, a
weight on his chest holding him down.�
The weight meowed and jumped off, but Don still struggled with vague
nightmares of Will�s blood on his hands, Min screaming in his face that he�d
killed her son, Will�s body at his feet, Will�s eyes opening to show blood-red
pupils.

Don sat up with a gasp and reached for his gun.� It wasn�t there.� The door rattled again and he heard, �But
where is Charlie?�

Nena.� He was at his family�s house, had fallen
asleep on the couch.� They were all just
dreams.�

Not all dreams � Will!� With another gasp, Don grabbed his cellphone
and checked it.� No one had called, no
voice mails.� But could he trust that the
watch nurse would remember?

The front door swung open and Colby came inside.� He started when he saw Don then smiled wryly,
�Should have known you�d be here.�

Nena came running over to Don.� �Unka Don!� she said and hugged him like she
hadn�t seen him earlier today.�� He
checked his watch and saw he�d slept for seven hours.� Dammit!

�Wherez Unka Wiw?� Nena asked.� �I went to sleep at Martina�s!�

�He�s still in the hospital,� Don said, rubbing his
eyes.� �Where I should be.�

�But I wanna show him how I ride my bicyka!� Whenz he coming home?�

�Honey,� Colby said, coming up behind Nena.� �We talked about this, remember?� Uncle Will is very sick and he�s resting at
the hospital until he gets better.�

�But when?� Nena
asked.�

�I don�t know,� Don said, setting her aside and getting to
his feet.

�Did you get something to eat?�� Colby demanded.

�Yes, mother,� Don said with a sideways smile.

�Can I go see Unka Wiw?� Nena asked.

�Tomorrow, honey,� Colby said.� �It�s so far past your bedtime that it�s
almost getting up time.�

�O-kay,� Nena said.�
�Then we can go see Uncle Wiw now!�

�No such luck,� Colby chuckled.� �Now upstairs with you.� Change into your pajamas and brush your teeth
and I�ll be up to tuck you in bed.�

Nena frowned but gave Don another hug and trudged up the
stairs.� Monster gave Don one last leg
rub and trotted after her.

Don turned to Colby.

�No change,� Colby said before Don could ask.� �I left there about forty-five minutes ago.�

Don nodded and looked around for his shoes for a moment,
until he realized he was still wearing them.�
He stood up and went to the gun safe.

�I need to stay here with Nena,� Colby said.� �But in the morning, I�ll be back at the
hospital.� I�m gonna drop Nena off at the
office to hang out with Megan, if that�s okay.�

�Sure,� Don said, sliding his gun into its holster.

Colby reached out and gripped Don on the shoulder.� Don met his eyes and squeezed Colby�s
hand.� There was really nothing to
say.� Colby released him and headed for
bed.� Don hurried to his car to return to
Will.
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