I can't say I did much on Sunday, I slept for 80% of the day, stared at the wall for 10% of the day, cried for 5% of the day, and lay on the kitchen floor for the other 5%.
Spencer let me do what I wanted, he had no intention of forcing me to get up, or move, he knew that right now it wouldn't help me in the slightest.
Monday morning was a whole fiasco because I had to force myself out of bed, which I found almost impossible to do, then I spent the rest of the time getting ready to look somewhat formal, crying my eyes out, because I wanted to go back to sleep.
Spencer was as helpful as he could be, he picked out my clothes for me, covered the mirrors so I didn't have to look at my body.
Yeah, that's another thing, I was struggling to look at myself, every time I did, I felt reminded of what happened, it was like the mirror acted as a TV, replaying the events of Friday night.
Breakfast was ready the second I had finished getting dressed, Milo had been hydrated, fed and walked all before I was even awake.
My go-bag was packed because even though I wasn't allowed to do fieldwork, everyone felt more comforted knowing I was close by, so I would be staying either at the station or in the hotel if we did get a case.
Spencer's car was parked right outside the apartment, so I didn't need to walk that far, and once I was in I fell straight to sleep...
"Hey, how are you are feeling?" Emily asked as me and Spencer walked out of the elevator.
"2" I mumbled fiddling with my blazer sleeve.
"Well, hopefully, I can lift your mood, I have found an office in this department that isn't, and I doubt will ever be filled. It's got space, blinds, a desk, a couch, a lock on the door, and basically all the privacy you need" Emily informed me as a smile stretched across her face.
Unfortunately, my exhausted, depressed, morning brain hadn't caught on to what she was trying to say.
