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“Oh, well I may not be a qualified nurse like you are but I’d like to think my medical knowledge is at least somewhat sufficient enough to know when I am and when I’m not going crazy.” A small hint of laughter escaped. In truth, that one felt like a real joke between the two of them. The guilt was constant however. They both knew that it was no one’s fault. Accidents happened and while it was a joyous one for Vienna, that feeling like she’d done something wrong was one that she now carried with her. Deep down inside, there was a worry that settled there. Like maybe, she’d ruined Tripp’s life in a way. The sadness hit her even harder as he tacked on that last part and a frown made its way back onto her features. His words had almost made her feel better, if only it weren’t for the last part. “I know but this wasn’t something which you signed up for.” She leaned back again, her head feeling like it were spinning again and honestly, Vienna didn’t know whether she could pin that down to the fact that she weren’t feeling well or if it was the guilt bubbling over again.
“I figured that you would be wise enough but if you ever feel yourself questioning it just call me first. I can at least diagnose your craziness for free,” he joked back. He hated that those moments were so few now. That it was a few seconds of relief of feeling normal with her before that heaviness settled back in. As selfish as he had been lately Tripp never wanted to be this way. He was up countless nights caught up in his thoughts wishing that he could be different. That the sins of his father didn’t leak into so much of his life. That he couldn’t just want something so normal that most people did. Vienna couldn’t know how badly he wished he wanted what she wanted. That he could lean in to the feelings that she had for him, and give her the picture perfect family. “You didn’t sign up for any of this either. At least I’m sure you wouldn’t have in this way.” He excused himself to go back to the kitchen, grabbing a hand towel and wetting it lightly before coming back. “Here,” he sat on the edge of the cushion where she was, gently placing the towel on her forehead.
















