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Decisions, Decisions...

Posted on Fri Feb 12th, 2016 @ 4:29pm by Lieutenant JG Geneviève Charmignon

Mission: Mother Base
Location: Mess Hall, USS Gladiator


Gwen sat at a corner table in the mess hall, nervously drumming her fingers on the table as she stared intently at her glass of water. A bystander might have thought she was trying to telekinetically evaporate it, but she was merely anxious as she waited for her friend Peri to arrive.

"Hello, beautiful," Peri greeted Gwen with a big smile and equally big hug, before noticing the look on the nurse's face. "Well, that's expression doesn't bode well, does it? What's going on? You sounded... concerned, when you invited me over here."

"I'm in a bit of a fix," Gwen divulged, "And it's about my husband." She gave a minute for Peri to absorb the new information while she formulated her next thought.

Peri frowned slightly and nodded, recognizing that this was a huge deal. From everything Gwen had told her, life with her husband had not been easy.

"He wants me to come back with the children, but I don't think that's a good idea right now, especially because they've settled in here," Gwen continued.

"So I wanted to invite him to come here."

"Really?" Peri said with wide eyes, though she quickly caught herself. "I mean, do you really think that's the best for you, and for your children?"

"I think my children need a father, and he deserved at least this one second chance," Gwen sighed, "And it may be the only way to salvage our relationship."

"I suppose you do have to make sure they know both of their parents," Peri conceded. "If you're going to do this, let me help you. I'll make sure that we do everything we can to keep you and your little ones safe. Do you want me to talk to Chief Hathaway for you about putting Security on alert, or anything like that?"

Gwen knitted her brows, "As much as I dislike that idea, I suppose it might be a good one," she conceded. An idea crossed her mind, and she asked, "Do you think, perhaps, I could have an extra set of quarters on your ship? In case things go downhill?" She wasn't planning to have her husband stay in her quarters, but another ship to escape to if things went downhill could be handy.

"Of course! We can have slumber parties and I can teach your kids how to make the best blanket forts!" Peri said with too much enthusiasm. "Er... I mean, yes, of course. Absolutely. I'll take care of that right away, and I'll do everything I can to keep the Banting's missions close to the Gladiator."

Gwen chuckled, thankful for the comic relief, "Thank you, I really appreciate that. I'm just glad I don't have to go through all this on my own," she said, smiling gratefully. She honestly didn't know how she would handle this, even with a friend, but she was going to take it day by day, praying that things would all turn out better.

"So why now?" Peri asked. "What's changed with him that you think is causing him to make this effort?"

"I think he was just initially hopeful that I was going to come back on my own, that I was just taking a break or something. Then, he probably got so drunk that he couldn't have called if he'd wanted to. Then he probably accepted it and decided to make an effort on his part to get me back." Gwen responded, almost laughing because of how accurate her summary probably was. Not that his alcoholism was funny, just that she was going a little crazy from lack of sleep over the matter.

"That's a good sign," the doctor admitted. "But does he understand that making amends also means that he has to accept that you are where you are? I'm not trying to be mean," Peri said, "but you seem more tired than the last time I saw you. It doesn't do anyone any good to try to reconcile if it makes you miserable."

"I've mainly been stressing over the fact that I don't know what condition he'll be when he arrives. I want our children to be able to see their father again after so many months, but if he's still drunk, I don't want them to see him like that," Gwen replied and then took a sip of her water. "And I am going to make it clear to him that he can't stay if he doesn't get help. But if he gets help and makes an effort to change his habits, the kids and I will welcome him back with open arms."

"If he recovers, I... I actually don't know what I'll do. I don't know if I want to uproot and move back home after the life I've started here, but I suppose I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," Gwen concluded with a shrug and a sigh.

"After what he's put you through, he owes you," Peri opined. "I do hope you get to that point of having to decide, but I hope with some counselling he'll realize that he has to decide, as well, whether to finally prioritize you and your family. He should have to decide whether he's willing to support the career and life you've built here." She smiled kindly. "In any case, if he shows up drunk or starts relapsing, I have a detox unit on the Banting. I'm more than happy to make sure he's comfortable while he gets clean."

Gwen smiled thankfully, this woman really was too generous and willing. "What did I do to deserve a friend like you?" She said, then added, "Thank you. If all goes well, I'll have to take you up on that offer. Or, rather, my husband will."

"Gwen, you are adorable and wonderful, that's what you did," Peri giggled. "Us women healers have to stick together, y'know?"

Gwen smiled, "Yeah, we do."


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