You weren’t sure what to expect today. Working in a medical clinic in a small farm town can lead to some very interesting days. Some days are filled with kids who broke their arm while playing in the barn, filled with stitches, and concussions, and illness. Some days are filled with more extreme injuries. Still, after time it all becomes something you’ve seen before.

It’s stressful though. In a town where everyone knows everyone, all of your patients are someone you know and care about. It makes every single day a little more stressful. That’s something your husband doesn’t understand. You work overtime most days to pay the bills while your husband spends his days at the bar. He expects dinner on the table when he gets home even though he’s never consistent and expects you to take days off whenever he demands it.

It’s hard.

Still, you keep a smile on your face and keep being the ray of sunshine you always have been. The whole town knows about your husband’s mistreatment of you, of course they do. The yelling that comes from your small but cozy home can be heard from the streets. That doesn’t mean they expected this.

After finding your husband almost dead you called the police. Since you work as a medical professional you tried to save him but ended up not being successful. Since you are not only his spouse but were found covered in his blood you had to be taken in as a suspect. No one thinks you did it of course, it’s just standard procedure.

As you wait in a small interrogation room after being fingerprinted a member of the force walks in. Johnny MacTavish. He’s young and tends to try and make light of everything, which is fine in a small town since the worst crimes tend to be gambling or alcohol related shenanigans. Not murder.

So he comes in, wanting to keep you company after such a traumatic experience, and he brings cookies. Cookies that you brought in just the day before but it’s the thought that counts. It’s a small gesture to hopefully bring you some sort of comfort while sitting there in borrowed clothes since your blood soaked scrubs had to be taken in as evidence.

“I thought you might not have eaten much today. I heard it was a busy day at the clinic. It’s not much but it’s the only thing in the break room that doesn’t taste like shit.” Johnny says, setting the cookies in front of you and then taking the seat right across from you.