Tom traversed the tunnels towards Ellie's new lab. The stitches in his side pulled at his skin, but the anesthetic had taken the pain away making it feel wooden and foreign. Thoughts of Brooke's pills tumbled through his mind. He kept rolling it over, one side trying to justify her need, the other accusing her of an addiction. Yet another part still blamed himself. If it was her hands causing the pain, he should have been there for her. He shouldn't have listened to her and left in ...