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“Can I ask you questions about Marcus?”

“HIPPA laws forbid me from answering any direct questions concerning his care unless you’re listed on his paperwork.”

“If you have paperwork, then you answered my first question,” Gabby said as she moved to the window. “I don’t need specifics. I have general questions.”

“I’ll answer them if I can,” Claire responded.

“Marcus spoke to me last night. He said he went on missions and saw things. I’ve read a little bit on the topic but don’t know much about it. Does Marcus exhibit signs of PTSD?”

“I’m sorry, Gabby. I can’t speak about his medical record.” Claire paused. “You aren’t listed.”

Frustration nagged at her gut. She wanted to make the right decisions but couldn’t do it if she didn’t know the answers.

She sighed. “Thanks, Claire.”

“Patch went to the team building. He and Knight have hung out.”

“Okaaay,” Gabby said slowly, wondering why Claire mentioned it.

“They’ve become friends. He’s not treating him,” Claire hinted.

Gabby smiled. “I have to go. I’m leaving in eight minutes and I need to call Patch.”

“Goodbye, Gabrielle and good luck.” Her friend disconnected the call.

She dialed Patch’s number and waited for him to answer.

“Hello, Gabrielle. Are you all right?” Patch asked immediately.

“I’m fine. The baby’s great. I need some questions answered and Claire can’t tell me.”

Patch sighed. “Let me guess, she suggested I talk to you?”

“Not exactly. My time’s limited. Will you help me?”

“Ask your questions,” he ordered.

“Does Marcus suffer from PTSD?” she asked hesitantly.

“I’m not a doctor. Knight acts like me sometimes.” Patch slowly informed her.

“Just so I know, we’re on the same page. Are we discussing the PTSD or both of you acting like assholes?”

Patch chuckled. “The first.”

“Does it explain his behavior over the last year and a half?”

“Yes,” Patch admitted. “It can also mean he’s still an asshole.”

“Is he a patient of Claire’s regularly?”

“He’s seen her a few times and joins me for meetings with other military personnel. He’s working on other stuff.”

“Will he get better?” she asked quietly.

“PTSD doesn’t go away and you get a button. It’s finding what works for each individual. Some things you try and it doesn’t help. I’m living, breathing proof he’s in the right spot to receive the help he needs.”

Gabby licked her lips nervously. “Patch. I need your honesty right now. I’m divorcing my husband in less than two hours. Am I making the wrong choice?”

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