Lincoln
Keenan has been off the sedatives, and there’s still no change. Jon believes it’s her way of coping—dealing with everything. Her mind has been stretched more than once, and possibly this time it’ll snap back. But who will she be when she does? Will she be Keenan, whomever she was before, or a combo of both?
I’m falling apart at the seams watching her, waiting on her to wake up. Max was able to push back the fight, which didn’t take a great deal of convincing. I’m not moving until she wakes up. The reporters have eaten it up that my girlfriend was attacked just feet from the gym, and they sympathize with the fact that I’m staying put.
Jon and I still sit here like gargoyles, guarding the tower where the damsel is hiding out. We talk sometimes, but it’s mainly guy shite now. Sometimes, we talk about that day when she was found, and I realize that Jon really didn’t have to look after her. He said then and still says now, that he felt she just needed someone. I was there too, helping out. The two of us could have crossed paths in the tent city. I helped out mainly in the triage with the doctors getting supplies, running back and forth with a strong back when needed, but it was nothing glorious, really.
Jon has taken it upon himself to make sure I stay in shape and eat properly. Max stopped in once or twice to confirm I’ll be in ship shape too, even though I promised I’d do it. I’m stubborn, and it took a bit of convincing, but they both reminded me she’d kick my arse if I let myself fall apart with her in this state. For the past two days, Jon has kicked me out, forcing me to hit the gym. I can tell you that Kelly took a beating from me, as well as a few of my other sparring partners. My frustration level is at an all-time high. Feckin’ Mick. Feckin’ arsehole friends of his. Feckin’ bullshit is what it is.
I decided that I won’t go to the house or the club. I can’t. It feels wrong that she’s not there. I’d see her everywhere, and probably destroy the place. Instead, I’ve had Cynthia looking after the club, and Troy watching the house.
I’m not going home until she’s there, and that’s final.