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“You feeling okay?” He asks, taking her hand and guiding her toward the couch. He takes a seat and bringing her to sit next to him, careful not to touch her arm or put too much pressure on her wound. Larry kisses the crown of her head. “Aside from..” After clearing his throat, he looks down at her. “I mean.. how’s your arm doing?”

He wasn’t sure how to cope with the loss of their son. Part of him wants to keep himself busy and keep going. Power through it with work and distractions and his kids. Another part of him wanted to collapse in on himself and the thought of taking another breath was too painful for him to consider. At this point, he would just take it one step at a time.

       Ally scrunches her face slightly, her shoulders rolling slightly as she clears her throat and looks over at her husband. “Feel kind of sick to my stomach, and a little dizzy.” She states, before turning her attention towards her bandaged arm, a sigh coming from her. “Arm is fine though, I’m sure when the pain meds wear off it’ll be different, but… on that front, I’ll be fine.” 

She sighs, leaning back against the couch as she brings one hand up to rub at the back of her neck and stares absently at the ceiling. One step at a time was easier said than done, though this was only the beginning. She was certain there would be a lot of dark days for the both of them, that wasn’t something that she knew without a shadow of a doubt.