Jonathan is having a quiet night at home. He's buried in paperwork from the hospital this is the mun's flimsy IC excuse for where he's been... go with it people and he still has a paper to write for Dr. Enpecee
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She has the number. Tara had given it to her just to hang on to, scribbled down on a bright pink post-it note. In case she fell apart again of emergencies, she guesses.
Perching on the window seat in her bedroom, she thumbs her phone open and dials the number, thumb pressing the buttons as she reads them off of the tiny slip of paper. Dexter deigns to hop down from his space curled up in the middle of her bed and join her on the window seat, pacing in determined circles for a few moments before finally finding a spot appropriate for lounging.
Drawing her knees up to her chest, she rests her back against the window frame as she stares outside and waits for Tara's doctor to pick up...
His cell phone goes off, which doesn't happen very often, he's mostly only given the number to the people at the hospital... and his patients.
Hoping CJ isn't having another breakdown, he opens his phone, not recognizing the number and hoping to god there wasn't some kind of emergency at the hospital. Because the last time there's been an emergency it had been due to a riot in one of the more high security wings and really, he wasn't feeling up to dealing with that.
"Hello?" he answers, trying to sound professional despite his dread.
"Um, hi... I -- I'm -- my name is Shane McCutcheon. My wife is, um, one of your patients... Tara?" She frowns to herself a little at the tone of the person's voice. "I'm sorry, am I -- am I interrupting something?"
Shane?!?!, he thinks, allowing for a moment's panic before calming himself. She didn't sound angry, or hostile and as far as he knew Tara was still going to be seeing him. So clearly... well he wasn't sure what that meant but he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Looking at his work he shakes his head, "Nothing that I'm not more than happy to put aside Ms. McCutcheon," he tells her, tossing the open file folder aside. He takes off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "How may I be of assistance?" he asks, because there is no way Shane is just calling him out of the blue.
He hears the slight hitch to her words, as if she's holding her emotions in check. Shane doesn't really seem like a good subject though, so he doesn't even offer to see her. Where would the fun be in that
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"Tara's been... handling it better than I have, I think," Shane says softly, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. "I -- Kate was... Kate and I were together first and then I ... then I met Tara."
"Yeah, yeah -- yeah, I never mention that sort of stuff around Tara," she murmurs, shaking her head. "My -- a couple of members of my family got attacked -- someone shot at them -- and I had to go and pick them up and I didn't tell Tara what happened. I was... I was afraid it would upset her, so I just told her it would be better if she didn't ask me about the details."
CJ, his mind supplies immeadiately, remembering the ties CJ had talked about Shane. It seems almost surreal, that the most important women in Shane's life came to him for professional help. If he started having sessions with Kate he'd have the entire set.
"Right, she'd said something about that, when she first told me about you," he isn't really sure what else to say, Kate was never really a focus in their sessions, except as a catalyst for Tara finally looking for help for her fear of guns.
Thinking he should probably show some sympathy and support he clears his throat, "Is your family okay?" he asks, concern clear in his voice, "No one ended up being to badly hurt? It's probably best you not bring it up to Tara, a good choice. She doesn't need to be reminded of the randomness of gun violence... she's already far to upset about it as it is.
"I don't think it was random, but no, they're -- they're fine... thank you," Shane says quietly, the sincerity of her response not forced in the slightest, despite the difficulty she has talking about it. "I haven't said anything about it, but... Tara was still pretty jumpy last week. I haven't told her anything. I've just been trying to be there for her as much as I can. I... sat in on one of her classes with her."
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Perching on the window seat in her bedroom, she thumbs her phone open and dials the number, thumb pressing the buttons as she reads them off of the tiny slip of paper. Dexter deigns to hop down from his space curled up in the middle of her bed and join her on the window seat, pacing in determined circles for a few moments before finally finding a spot appropriate for lounging.
Drawing her knees up to her chest, she rests her back against the window frame as she stares outside and waits for Tara's doctor to pick up...
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Hoping CJ isn't having another breakdown, he opens his phone, not recognizing the number and hoping to god there wasn't some kind of emergency at the hospital. Because the last time there's been an emergency it had been due to a riot in one of the more high security wings and really, he wasn't feeling up to dealing with that.
"Hello?" he answers, trying to sound professional despite his dread.
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Looking at his work he shakes his head, "Nothing that I'm not more than happy to put aside Ms. McCutcheon," he tells her, tossing the open file folder aside. He takes off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "How may I be of assistance?" he asks, because there is no way Shane is just calling him out of the blue.
Crowley save him if she's looking for therapy.
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"Yeah, yeah -- yeah, I never mention that sort of stuff around Tara," she murmurs, shaking her head. "My -- a couple of members of my family got attacked -- someone shot at them -- and I had to go and pick them up and I didn't tell Tara what happened. I was... I was afraid it would upset her, so I just told her it would be better if she didn't ask me about the details."
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"Right, she'd said something about that, when she first told me about you," he isn't really sure what else to say, Kate was never really a focus in their sessions, except as a catalyst for Tara finally looking for help for her fear of guns.
Thinking he should probably show some sympathy and support he clears his throat, "Is your family okay?" he asks, concern clear in his voice, "No one ended up being to badly hurt? It's probably best you not bring it up to Tara, a good choice. She doesn't need to be reminded of the randomness of gun violence... she's already far to upset about it as it is.
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