Without Her

Chapter 48 - Why Can't I Drink?

A few months had passed, Jac was doing a lot better apart from her snapping sometimes which was normal.

Kian had disposed of the gun, and hadn't been found out.

Noah was doing better after spending a long four months in NICU, he would be coming home soon.

Jac walks downstairs and into the kitchen, she grabs some food from the fridge and also takes some wine with her..

She slumps onto the sofa, and starts to eat.

She's bored, as she can't go back to work. So shes going to eat and drink.

Kian walks downstairs "Jac, what are you doing?" He asks, rubbing his head.

"I'm eating my breakfast." She replies, looking at him.

"Why are you drinking alcohol for breakfast?" Kian says, sitting beside her.

"Well it's not like I have to be anywhere is it? I'm practically suspended from work for no reason, so..."

"So what? You're going to drink?"

"Yeah, well every time something seems to get tough for you, you take drugs." Jac replies, taking a sip of her wine.

"Jac, don't say that." Kian says, looking down sadly.

"You know it's true and if you can take drugs when things get tough, why can't I drink?" She says, picking up the whole entire bottle and starting to down it.

"Jac!" He says, trying to take it off her.

She smashes it on the coffee table, in some sort of anger.

"Just leave me alone, Madani." She replies, turning away from him.

"Look, we should talk." He says, going to take her hand.

"I don't want to talk to you." Jac replies, angrily.

"Look, if we're getting remarried soon. Then we should talk."

"Please, just leave me by myself."

"I just want to help you."

"If you want to help, just go away!" She says, storming off and taking the alcohol with her.

Kian sighs, he can't get through to her at the moment.

He leaves the house, and heads to work.

Kian gets distracted thinking about Jac, and almost crashes but stops himself in time.

Meanwhile...

Jac puts the wine down on the table, she's feeling a bit drunk but shes fine.

She puts it away, and calls a taxi to take her to the hospital.

She eventually arrives there, and walks to NICU.

She walks up to Noah's incubator, and smiles "Hey, there." She says, putting her hand on his.

"You're getting so big." She beams, sitting in the chair next to him.

Noah babbles up at her, he was coming off most of the machines he was on and she couldn't wait to hold him.

The heart defect he has, he would have to live with for the rest of his life. But it wasn't too bad, just regular visits to the cardiologist.

His spina bifida was also better, but not cured.