Miranda was right. Brelty had been treating the a fragile china doll. He couldn’t help himself. Not after seeing all broken on death door step at the hospital. Sitting there helpless. Unable to fix her. While Miranda fought for her life. Sighing, when she said that she had plenty of changes to leave him. It was another fear of his that she would leave. He love her so much that felt lost without her.<br/><br/><br/>Bretly took her bags even though Miranda did not want him to carry them. Why did she always have to everything herself. All he wanted to do was be there for her and help her. Isn’t that what she wanted?  At that being of their mirage he was never there and she was miserable. Now that he was here for her it seem that she didn’t what that either. There were times he wish that she make her damn mind up.<br/><br/><br/>Bretly never once did he wonder why Thomas didn’t come into the house . He just figured that his friend was giving him and Miranda time  to be alone together. He placed her bags on the bed. Was tempted to help her put her things away. Screw it, Bretly thought. He walk over to the bar and pour himself a scotch.<br/><br/>“ Glad that the time away. Helped and got more of your memories back. But I wish you told me you were going. It would have been nice if you called or text me during that time to say that you were alright.” He took a sip of the scotch and walk over the chair near the bed and watch her unpack. She didn’t seem like she was worst for the wear. A little tried maybe and sore. But he didn’t think much of it. Knowing that she had been weeing herself off the pain meds.<br/><br/>“Damn straight it was selfish of you. And I was worried about you. Because I care and love you.”He glared at her. His temper rose in his voice. “You know why I treat you like a fragile doll. You were nearly killed Miranda. So forgive me for being just little protective and wanting to help you.” Sighing he took another  sip  of the scotch.<br/><br/>“ I don’t know what you want from me Miranda. You were miserable when I ignored you when you needed me at the being. Now that you truly need me you don’t want my help. I’m ogre if I yell at you. And being too easy on you when I haven’t seen you couple weeks. Just what the hell do you want from me Miranda?” He slouched back in the chair.