Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:27:06 GMT -5
“Talk about what,” John asked as he entered the room. He smiled when he saw Marlena lying on the bed. She looked so small against the bed, covers wrapped around her, but she was going to be okay and that was all that mattered.
“John,” Marlena said as she attempted to sit up. “Oh, that wasn’t good,” she admitted as she laid back down. The sudden movement made her dizzy and nauseous.
“How are you doing?” John asked as he made his way to her side of the bed. He slowly sat down next to her and took felt her forehead. “Doc, you’re burning up…let me call the doctor back.”
She moved away from his touch. “No, please…I just need sleep, that’s all…Don’t worry about me John, I’ll be fine.”
“I worry about you Doc, you know that,” John said tenderly.
“I appreciate it John…But really, I’m okay.” Marlena readjusted the covers, pulling them closer to her face. She closed her eyes, hoping that he would go away.
“So what were you and Roman talking about earlier?” John asked as he looked down at Marlena in concern. Her eyes were clenched shut and she looked to be in enormous pain.
Marlena opened her eyes and immediately looked over at Roman for guidance and help. “We were talking about the fact that Doc is a grandmother.” Roman offered, puzzled at her reaction toward John. He figured she was just nervous about telling him about the baby.
“Thanks for that reminder Roman,” John said as he brought his fingers to his temples and rubbed. “I totally forgot that I told Belle I would call her and let her know how her mother is doing. She’s probably worried sick.”
“What?” Marlena asked. She turned on her side toward John at the mention of Belle.
“Earlier tonight when you were unconscious, Belle called to see how you were. I didn’t have time to talk to her and told her I’d call her back later when I knew that you’d be okay. That was hours ago.”
“Belle knows?”
“Oh course Doc…She’s our daughter. Sami, Eric and Carrie do too.”
“I don’t understand.” What exactly did they know? Where she was? What was wrong with her? What?
“The fact that you have amnesia and don’t remember much about the children, doesn’t mean they stop needing and loving their mother…they’ve all been sick with worry these last couple of months. I try to call them weekly and let them know how you are doing. Roman does too.” John rubbed Marlena’s arm on top of the covers. She shivered at the touch.
“Is that true?” Marlena asked Roman, turning her head to look up at him.
“Of course Doc… On more than one occasion I’ve had to convince Eric to stay in Colorado and not come here.”
“Oh,” Marlena said as tears formed in her eyes. “I remember when they were kids…Eric was the sweetest boy…He always wanted to help the underdog.”
“He still does,” John laughed, thinking back to his memories of Eric as a child.
“How is Carrie? How are she and Mike doing? It seems like it wasn’t that long ago that they got married… She made such a beautiful bride.” Marlena was so lost in her memory of Carrie’s wedding that she missed the look that passed between Roman and John.
“You’re remembering Doc,” John said as he lightly stroked her face. She turned toward Roman and closed her eyes. “Not much,” she offered as John continued to lightly run his fingers along her face and hairline.
“Do you remember anything about us?” John asked, with a look of hope on his face.
Marlena closed her eyes as the slideshow in her head started again. She saw herself arguing with John about something and her slapping him across the face hard….she felt the anger and hate that she felt towards him in that instance….she felt the sting of the slap on the palm of her hand. She saw herself being held down by John. “No,” she said, her jaw trembling.
“Well take your time, at least you’re remembering the kids. Anything is a move in the right direction…You seem in good hands with Roman right now…Roman would you mind keeping her company a little while longer? I really need to call Belle and let her know that her mom is alright.” Although John was worried about his wife, he was also concerned about his daughter.
“Sure John, take your time…please ask Belle to pass on the news to Sami, Eric and Carrie. I’ll try to call them tomorrow.”
“Not a problem…Doc, I’ll see you in a while,” John said as he kissed her forehead and got up off the bed.
Marlena waited until John left the room before she let out the breath that she’d been holding. “You’ve got to tell him Mar,” Roman remarked.
“In time I will, just not now.” Marlena slowly rubbed her head. She was so confused by John’s presence.
“Soon. Don’t put it off,” Roman advised her.
“I’m really glad that you are here Roman. I don’t know how I would have made it through these past couple of months without you.” She smiled up at him, thankful for his friendship and support.
“You would’ve been fine Marlena. You would have had to talk to John out of necessity. Now that I think about it, my presence probably wasn’t for the best.”
“Don’t say that,” Marlena said as he took Roman’s hand in hers. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the time when we were held prisoner in the castle. You were the only one I had to talk to. You kept me sane… It was you who provided me with comfort in some of my darkest hours. You’ve always been there for me, haven’t you?” Marlena leaned back and closed her eyes. Her head was starting to throb again. “I was awful to you in the past. I’m really sorry about the affair with John.”
Roman looked at her, shocked that she would bring this topic up. “It’s all the in the past…we need to concentrate on the future.” As much as he wanted to move on, a part of him never would.
“You seem so calm and accepting about everything,” Marlena replied, eyes closed. She was trying to stop the images in her head and talking to Roman seemed to help.
“Being held prisoner gives you time to really think about what’s important in life. I could’ve been angry and bitter towards you and John, but what is the point? It won’t change what happened. As much as I regret our divorce, I can see what John does for you… You are destined to be together Marlena...it’s as simple as that... I believe that true love always wins in the end…remember that…no matter how bad things get or how you fee, you may feel so torn up inside and discouraged by what life brings you, but remember in the end love wins, not evil, love.”
Marlena contemplated Romans words. She intrinsically knew that she and John were destined to be together. Although she didn’t have many memories of their time together during the last couple of years, she felt a strong connection to him, that as hard as she tried to, could not break.
“I can see from the look on your face that you’re confused and unsure. That’s normal. However, it doesn’t seem to me to be healthy to live your life in this limbo. Now that your pregnant, you’ve got to decide what you are going to do and how you are going to live your life. All of this ‘I love him and need him, but can’t be with him’ stuff has to stop. I can see the emotional toil it’s taking on you. In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve seen you fall apart more times in the last five months than in twenty plus years. That’s not the Marlena I know and love. You’re a strong woman, remember that. You simply need to make a choice… you can either accept that what happened to you in the past, happened and move on… or you can continue on your current course… continue being a victim by allowing your fear of the past to paralyze you, control and destroy your life.”
“When did you get so wise Mr. Brady,” Marlena whispered, her voice shaking. She was about to break down, but didn’t want Roman to see how much his words had affected her. He was right, she needed to make a decision.
“Could have been this amazing shrink that I was married to for years,” Roman joked, trying to bring some levity into the conversation.
“Oh yeah, what happened to her?” Marlena asked, a smirk on her face.
“She’s still around. She became even more amazing and is stronger than she realizes…she just needs a little help, that’s all.” Roman brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. “Do you want to talk about what you’re feeling?”
“You always did cut to the chase…I’ve got a headache and need rest,” Marlena said tersely.
“Another delay tactic from the great Dr. Evans,” Roman laughed. “Sooner or later you are going to have to stop running from your pain and deal with it. I told you that 25 years ago and I’ll tell you now….” “What,” Marlena interrupted, “Those that ignore the past are condemned to repeat it?”
“No, but that’s a good one. I was going to say that by ignoring your fears and problems, you are inadvertently feeding them…. giving them power over you.
“Intellectually I know that…. emotionally I can’t accept it or stop it.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours Dr. Evans?” Roman asked as he continued to hold her hand.
“I’ll tell you, but John cannot know…” Marlena warned.
“I can’t promise you that…If there is something going on with you that I think John needs to know, I’ll tell him…Right now your pregnancy and whatever you tell me is safe.”
“My professional diagnosis is that my disassociative amnesia has evolved and brought up memories that I’ve worked hard to control, repress in a way. I’ve been having flashback of events, which I’m not sure are the result of some vicarious traumatization I may be suffering from, or if they are my experiences. Compounding this is the advent of several phobias…Essentially, I’m a psychological mess.” Her self-diagnosis was given so clinically that Roman wondered if she was detaching herself from her condition, seeing the two as separate.
“Marlena, why didn’t you let me know it was this bad?” Roman asked, the compassion in his voice evident. “Does Alex know?”
“God no, no one other than you can know…it’s embarrassing Roman…I’m a psychiatrist…I’m supposed to help people, not be the one needing help. I can’t believe that I let this happen to me.” Roman noticed that Marlena wouldn’t look at him when she talked about herself. She was staring past him at the closed door.
“I adore you Mar…hell John’s so in love with you he’d jump off a bridge if you asked him to… We both want to help you…you don’t need to face this on your own,” Roman said as he took her face gently in his hands and turned is so that she was looking at him. “Is this the reason you asked for a divorce?”
Marlena’s eyes welled up with tears. “Look at me Roman…He doesn’t need me… I’m a mess. As much as I love him, I need to focus on myself and getting better… I’m terrified of the life that is growing inside of me right now…. Every time I feel it move I’m reminded of who I am and what I’ve done… I’m terrified…. I can’t be his wife right now… I can’t… He wants me to remember… I don’t want to remember… I love John so much Roman, but he’s a large part of my problem.” Marlena was openly crying as she opened up to Roman. Roman pulled her body up so that she was resting her head against his chest, his arm around her.
“What do you mean…How is he part of your problem?” Roman softly asked.
“He just is, nothing specific,” Marlena replied as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Marlena, that’s bullshit…look at you, you’re shaking.”
“I’m scared of him Roman,” Marlena cried out. “I am…its irrational…I shouldn’t be afraid of him, but I am… at times when I’m near him I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack…at times I’m paralyzed by fear. He thinks that I’m a heartless bitch whose been avoiding him, but that’s not it. I’m scared of him.” Marlena broke down sobbing, all her fears about John coming to the surface.
“Why are you scared?” Roman asked as he rubbed her back and tried to comfort her.
“Because I’ve been having flashbacks of him raping me Roman,” Marlena blurted out between sobs.
“What the hell, you can’t be serious Doc… John wouldn’t do that.” Roman was confused by her admission. John was a lot of things, but rapist wasn’t one of them. “I know Roman and that’s what scares me…but I keep having those memories and I can’t make them stop… I don’t know what’s real anymore Roman…I’m scared ...I can’t trust my memory anymore…I’m afraid I’m going to hurt him…I need Alex to help me.”
“Alex North? Mar, did you call him?” Roman asked remembering seeing the phone on the bathroom floor.
“Yes,” she said weakly as she continued to sob.
“John’s going to be furious… The whole point was to keep him away from you.”
“He can help me…he can Roman… You know he can… Last time he helped me…I told you that already…He can do it this time,” Marlena implored Roman, grabbing onto his shirt.
Roman thought for a minute before he responded. There had to be a way to get her out of this mess and maintain her confidence. “Let me help you through this Doc… Don’t rely on Alex, remember what happened last time….he’s only going to make it worse in the long run…he’s not what you need right now… I know that you called him because of your past together…you’re going to make things worse with John…don’t do it… You want to relive your past and recover the truth? Do it with me… not with him Doc,” Roman pleaded.
“You don’t know him Roman,” Marlena said with anger in her voice.
“No I don’t, but I sure as hell had to live with the after effects of his so-called treatment…He sure as hell wasn’t there to pick up the pieces when you had your breakdown… Don’t go there Marlena, don’t… I can’t see you like that again, I can’t… I was too much for me to take then… I can’t do it now….I can’t do it.” Roman had tears in his eyes as he remembered Marlena lying on their kitchen floor, overdosing on painkillers, begging him to kill her. He couldn’t go through that with her again.
“Oh god, what am I going to do? I don’t want to hurt you Roman,” Marlena cried out. Memories of her past flooded her mind…She saw Alex inject her with something…she felt the sting of the needle in her arm and then the loss of consciousness. She saw herself opening the bottle of newly prescribed painkillers and downing the whole bottle…the felt the utter panic waiting for the drugs to take effect. She saw Roman holding her on the floor, begging her to wake up…. she felt the feeling of freedom for once. She saw the emergency room doctors pumping her stomach of the narcotics… the felt the hopeless that she was going to survive. She saw herself waking up in the hospital, Roman and Alex by her side…she felt the feeling of failure. Marlena grabbed her head, wanting the memories and feelings to stop.
“We’ll get through this together Doc…together,” Roman said as he held her tight.
“I don’t want to you to see me like this… I don’t know if I can let you see me like this again.” As the memories came back, she was horrified how much he had already seen. “Doc, there’s nothing you can’t tell me that would change my opinion of you. You should know that.”
“Please don’t tell John, please,” she begged Roman.
“Don’t tell John what?” John asked as he entered the room. He was immediately alarmed by what he saw. Marlena was in Roman’s arms sobbing and Roman was also crying. “What the hell is going on?”
“John,” Marlena said as she attempted to sit up. “Oh, that wasn’t good,” she admitted as she laid back down. The sudden movement made her dizzy and nauseous.
“How are you doing?” John asked as he made his way to her side of the bed. He slowly sat down next to her and took felt her forehead. “Doc, you’re burning up…let me call the doctor back.”
She moved away from his touch. “No, please…I just need sleep, that’s all…Don’t worry about me John, I’ll be fine.”
“I worry about you Doc, you know that,” John said tenderly.
“I appreciate it John…But really, I’m okay.” Marlena readjusted the covers, pulling them closer to her face. She closed her eyes, hoping that he would go away.
“So what were you and Roman talking about earlier?” John asked as he looked down at Marlena in concern. Her eyes were clenched shut and she looked to be in enormous pain.
Marlena opened her eyes and immediately looked over at Roman for guidance and help. “We were talking about the fact that Doc is a grandmother.” Roman offered, puzzled at her reaction toward John. He figured she was just nervous about telling him about the baby.
“Thanks for that reminder Roman,” John said as he brought his fingers to his temples and rubbed. “I totally forgot that I told Belle I would call her and let her know how her mother is doing. She’s probably worried sick.”
“What?” Marlena asked. She turned on her side toward John at the mention of Belle.
“Earlier tonight when you were unconscious, Belle called to see how you were. I didn’t have time to talk to her and told her I’d call her back later when I knew that you’d be okay. That was hours ago.”
“Belle knows?”
“Oh course Doc…She’s our daughter. Sami, Eric and Carrie do too.”
“I don’t understand.” What exactly did they know? Where she was? What was wrong with her? What?
“The fact that you have amnesia and don’t remember much about the children, doesn’t mean they stop needing and loving their mother…they’ve all been sick with worry these last couple of months. I try to call them weekly and let them know how you are doing. Roman does too.” John rubbed Marlena’s arm on top of the covers. She shivered at the touch.
“Is that true?” Marlena asked Roman, turning her head to look up at him.
“Of course Doc… On more than one occasion I’ve had to convince Eric to stay in Colorado and not come here.”
“Oh,” Marlena said as tears formed in her eyes. “I remember when they were kids…Eric was the sweetest boy…He always wanted to help the underdog.”
“He still does,” John laughed, thinking back to his memories of Eric as a child.
“How is Carrie? How are she and Mike doing? It seems like it wasn’t that long ago that they got married… She made such a beautiful bride.” Marlena was so lost in her memory of Carrie’s wedding that she missed the look that passed between Roman and John.
“You’re remembering Doc,” John said as he lightly stroked her face. She turned toward Roman and closed her eyes. “Not much,” she offered as John continued to lightly run his fingers along her face and hairline.
“Do you remember anything about us?” John asked, with a look of hope on his face.
Marlena closed her eyes as the slideshow in her head started again. She saw herself arguing with John about something and her slapping him across the face hard….she felt the anger and hate that she felt towards him in that instance….she felt the sting of the slap on the palm of her hand. She saw herself being held down by John. “No,” she said, her jaw trembling.
“Well take your time, at least you’re remembering the kids. Anything is a move in the right direction…You seem in good hands with Roman right now…Roman would you mind keeping her company a little while longer? I really need to call Belle and let her know that her mom is alright.” Although John was worried about his wife, he was also concerned about his daughter.
“Sure John, take your time…please ask Belle to pass on the news to Sami, Eric and Carrie. I’ll try to call them tomorrow.”
“Not a problem…Doc, I’ll see you in a while,” John said as he kissed her forehead and got up off the bed.
Marlena waited until John left the room before she let out the breath that she’d been holding. “You’ve got to tell him Mar,” Roman remarked.
“In time I will, just not now.” Marlena slowly rubbed her head. She was so confused by John’s presence.
“Soon. Don’t put it off,” Roman advised her.
“I’m really glad that you are here Roman. I don’t know how I would have made it through these past couple of months without you.” She smiled up at him, thankful for his friendship and support.
“You would’ve been fine Marlena. You would have had to talk to John out of necessity. Now that I think about it, my presence probably wasn’t for the best.”
“Don’t say that,” Marlena said as he took Roman’s hand in hers. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the time when we were held prisoner in the castle. You were the only one I had to talk to. You kept me sane… It was you who provided me with comfort in some of my darkest hours. You’ve always been there for me, haven’t you?” Marlena leaned back and closed her eyes. Her head was starting to throb again. “I was awful to you in the past. I’m really sorry about the affair with John.”
Roman looked at her, shocked that she would bring this topic up. “It’s all the in the past…we need to concentrate on the future.” As much as he wanted to move on, a part of him never would.
“You seem so calm and accepting about everything,” Marlena replied, eyes closed. She was trying to stop the images in her head and talking to Roman seemed to help.
“Being held prisoner gives you time to really think about what’s important in life. I could’ve been angry and bitter towards you and John, but what is the point? It won’t change what happened. As much as I regret our divorce, I can see what John does for you… You are destined to be together Marlena...it’s as simple as that... I believe that true love always wins in the end…remember that…no matter how bad things get or how you fee, you may feel so torn up inside and discouraged by what life brings you, but remember in the end love wins, not evil, love.”
Marlena contemplated Romans words. She intrinsically knew that she and John were destined to be together. Although she didn’t have many memories of their time together during the last couple of years, she felt a strong connection to him, that as hard as she tried to, could not break.
“I can see from the look on your face that you’re confused and unsure. That’s normal. However, it doesn’t seem to me to be healthy to live your life in this limbo. Now that your pregnant, you’ve got to decide what you are going to do and how you are going to live your life. All of this ‘I love him and need him, but can’t be with him’ stuff has to stop. I can see the emotional toil it’s taking on you. In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve seen you fall apart more times in the last five months than in twenty plus years. That’s not the Marlena I know and love. You’re a strong woman, remember that. You simply need to make a choice… you can either accept that what happened to you in the past, happened and move on… or you can continue on your current course… continue being a victim by allowing your fear of the past to paralyze you, control and destroy your life.”
“When did you get so wise Mr. Brady,” Marlena whispered, her voice shaking. She was about to break down, but didn’t want Roman to see how much his words had affected her. He was right, she needed to make a decision.
“Could have been this amazing shrink that I was married to for years,” Roman joked, trying to bring some levity into the conversation.
“Oh yeah, what happened to her?” Marlena asked, a smirk on her face.
“She’s still around. She became even more amazing and is stronger than she realizes…she just needs a little help, that’s all.” Roman brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. “Do you want to talk about what you’re feeling?”
“You always did cut to the chase…I’ve got a headache and need rest,” Marlena said tersely.
“Another delay tactic from the great Dr. Evans,” Roman laughed. “Sooner or later you are going to have to stop running from your pain and deal with it. I told you that 25 years ago and I’ll tell you now….” “What,” Marlena interrupted, “Those that ignore the past are condemned to repeat it?”
“No, but that’s a good one. I was going to say that by ignoring your fears and problems, you are inadvertently feeding them…. giving them power over you.
“Intellectually I know that…. emotionally I can’t accept it or stop it.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours Dr. Evans?” Roman asked as he continued to hold her hand.
“I’ll tell you, but John cannot know…” Marlena warned.
“I can’t promise you that…If there is something going on with you that I think John needs to know, I’ll tell him…Right now your pregnancy and whatever you tell me is safe.”
“My professional diagnosis is that my disassociative amnesia has evolved and brought up memories that I’ve worked hard to control, repress in a way. I’ve been having flashback of events, which I’m not sure are the result of some vicarious traumatization I may be suffering from, or if they are my experiences. Compounding this is the advent of several phobias…Essentially, I’m a psychological mess.” Her self-diagnosis was given so clinically that Roman wondered if she was detaching herself from her condition, seeing the two as separate.
“Marlena, why didn’t you let me know it was this bad?” Roman asked, the compassion in his voice evident. “Does Alex know?”
“God no, no one other than you can know…it’s embarrassing Roman…I’m a psychiatrist…I’m supposed to help people, not be the one needing help. I can’t believe that I let this happen to me.” Roman noticed that Marlena wouldn’t look at him when she talked about herself. She was staring past him at the closed door.
“I adore you Mar…hell John’s so in love with you he’d jump off a bridge if you asked him to… We both want to help you…you don’t need to face this on your own,” Roman said as he took her face gently in his hands and turned is so that she was looking at him. “Is this the reason you asked for a divorce?”
Marlena’s eyes welled up with tears. “Look at me Roman…He doesn’t need me… I’m a mess. As much as I love him, I need to focus on myself and getting better… I’m terrified of the life that is growing inside of me right now…. Every time I feel it move I’m reminded of who I am and what I’ve done… I’m terrified…. I can’t be his wife right now… I can’t… He wants me to remember… I don’t want to remember… I love John so much Roman, but he’s a large part of my problem.” Marlena was openly crying as she opened up to Roman. Roman pulled her body up so that she was resting her head against his chest, his arm around her.
“What do you mean…How is he part of your problem?” Roman softly asked.
“He just is, nothing specific,” Marlena replied as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Marlena, that’s bullshit…look at you, you’re shaking.”
“I’m scared of him Roman,” Marlena cried out. “I am…its irrational…I shouldn’t be afraid of him, but I am… at times when I’m near him I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack…at times I’m paralyzed by fear. He thinks that I’m a heartless bitch whose been avoiding him, but that’s not it. I’m scared of him.” Marlena broke down sobbing, all her fears about John coming to the surface.
“Why are you scared?” Roman asked as he rubbed her back and tried to comfort her.
“Because I’ve been having flashbacks of him raping me Roman,” Marlena blurted out between sobs.
“What the hell, you can’t be serious Doc… John wouldn’t do that.” Roman was confused by her admission. John was a lot of things, but rapist wasn’t one of them. “I know Roman and that’s what scares me…but I keep having those memories and I can’t make them stop… I don’t know what’s real anymore Roman…I’m scared ...I can’t trust my memory anymore…I’m afraid I’m going to hurt him…I need Alex to help me.”
“Alex North? Mar, did you call him?” Roman asked remembering seeing the phone on the bathroom floor.
“Yes,” she said weakly as she continued to sob.
“John’s going to be furious… The whole point was to keep him away from you.”
“He can help me…he can Roman… You know he can… Last time he helped me…I told you that already…He can do it this time,” Marlena implored Roman, grabbing onto his shirt.
Roman thought for a minute before he responded. There had to be a way to get her out of this mess and maintain her confidence. “Let me help you through this Doc… Don’t rely on Alex, remember what happened last time….he’s only going to make it worse in the long run…he’s not what you need right now… I know that you called him because of your past together…you’re going to make things worse with John…don’t do it… You want to relive your past and recover the truth? Do it with me… not with him Doc,” Roman pleaded.
“You don’t know him Roman,” Marlena said with anger in her voice.
“No I don’t, but I sure as hell had to live with the after effects of his so-called treatment…He sure as hell wasn’t there to pick up the pieces when you had your breakdown… Don’t go there Marlena, don’t… I can’t see you like that again, I can’t… I was too much for me to take then… I can’t do it now….I can’t do it.” Roman had tears in his eyes as he remembered Marlena lying on their kitchen floor, overdosing on painkillers, begging him to kill her. He couldn’t go through that with her again.
“Oh god, what am I going to do? I don’t want to hurt you Roman,” Marlena cried out. Memories of her past flooded her mind…She saw Alex inject her with something…she felt the sting of the needle in her arm and then the loss of consciousness. She saw herself opening the bottle of newly prescribed painkillers and downing the whole bottle…the felt the utter panic waiting for the drugs to take effect. She saw Roman holding her on the floor, begging her to wake up…. she felt the feeling of freedom for once. She saw the emergency room doctors pumping her stomach of the narcotics… the felt the hopeless that she was going to survive. She saw herself waking up in the hospital, Roman and Alex by her side…she felt the feeling of failure. Marlena grabbed her head, wanting the memories and feelings to stop.
“We’ll get through this together Doc…together,” Roman said as he held her tight.
“I don’t want to you to see me like this… I don’t know if I can let you see me like this again.” As the memories came back, she was horrified how much he had already seen. “Doc, there’s nothing you can’t tell me that would change my opinion of you. You should know that.”
“Please don’t tell John, please,” she begged Roman.
“Don’t tell John what?” John asked as he entered the room. He was immediately alarmed by what he saw. Marlena was in Roman’s arms sobbing and Roman was also crying. “What the hell is going on?”
