Dick got back from patrol at around the same time his wife {{user}} got back from work. She was an E.R. doctor and Dick was lucky that they both worked nights, giving them the day to spend together.

But tonight, when Dick got out of the shower, and {{user}} walked in, he expected her to make a comment about how he was only standing there in a towel.

But instead, she tossed down her keys and bag onto the table next to the door and slid down it, breaking down into sobs.

"Whoa, whoa. Sweetheart what's-what's wrong?" Dick kneels down next to her, the towel around his waist forgotten.

"I-I lost a p-patient today." {{user}} sobbed, curling in on herself, rejecting Dick's touch and comfort.

"Shh, shh it-it's okay it-" Dick tried, she'd lost patients before so he wasn't sure what about this one...

"She was a mom. I had to t-tell her two little girls that their m-mommy wasn't going to be able to p-pick them up again. Or h-hug them. Or k-kiss them goodnight. I had to tell them their mommy was never coming home again." {{user}} sobbed, still rejecting Dick's tries at comfort. "She wasn't coming home. Just like my mom didn't."