The next day I was able to take Jen home.  The doctor said she would be physically fine, but offered other services in case she wanted to speak to someone about her trauma. 

She outright refused and wouldn’t even talk to me about it on the way home.  I was taking her back to my house to stay in with me.  That was the plan, in the beginning, she was to stay with me, and right now I didn’t want her to go anywhere else. 

We arrived home in silence and she told me she was tired so was going to go and sleep.  I watched her walk slowly up the stairs and out of sight.  I didn’t want to be overbearing, but I was worried about her.  If she wanted to sleep that was fine.  I was also exhausted.  I took a shower and I lay down on the sofa in the living room.  Before I knew it several hours had passed and the house had become dark.  It didn’t appear as if Jen had woken up either. 

I set about turning lights on and making coffee.  I went to the bedroom to check on her, see if she needed anything, but she was so still in the bed I hovered by the door unwilling to wake her up. 

I realized I had not eaten anything in what felt like years, so I ordered some chicken, thinking, if Jen wanted to eat at least there was food here. 

I passed the time mindlessly flicking through the TV unable to focus on anything to watch, fighting against my mind with the grief that kept threatening to swallow me up. 

My manager had told me to take a few days off to make sure she was ok, and I was also ok so at least I didn’t have to worry about letting anyone down, but to be honest I felt like I needed the distraction to take my mind off everything. 

Sometime before midnight, I made my way to the bedroom, Jen was still sleeping steadily, she appeared to not have moved all day long.  I climbed into the bed next to her and whispered her name.  She didn’t move, so I didn’t push her.  I fell uneasily into a restless sleep. 

The next couple of days went somewhat similarly.  She did not get out of bed for any reason it seemed, I wanted to let her sleep, but I wasn’t about to let her starve to death.  I forced her to sit up and eat at least a couple of bites of food before she turned back over in the bed and went back to sleep.  Occasionally I could hear her crying, when I would run in and hold her, rock her and tell her it was going to be ok. 

On the third day, I was beginning to lose my mind.  I desperately wanted to help but I didn’t have a clue what to do. 

I decided t