Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Working as a personal injury Lawyer when Cynthia came into His Life, He fell in love with her the moment he met her. She was a very beautiful woman. He knew she was the perfect woman for him and someday they would be married.

On their wedding day, they took vows at the altar. She swore she would never leave him. She would stay with him through thick and thin. He promised Cynthia He would always take care of her. he would never let anything bad happen to her. He would always be there to protect her.
When they came back from honeymoon, they moved into a little bungalow outside town. He set up a law office and Cynthia took care of the house. Their married life was bliss and they settled into a comfortable routine. Everyday after He finished work, He would call Cynthia and tell her what time He'd be home for dinner.

However, that all changed one evening when he called Cynthia and she didn't answer the phone. That was the first indication he got that something was seriously wrong.
When he arrived home, He was shocked to see the front door standing open. At that moment, He knew Cynthia was in trouble. She needed him to protect her (He remembered his promise). He grabbed a hammer from under the car seat and rushed inside.

"Cynthia, I'm home!" he shouted. "Where are you? Cynthia!"

She didn't answer. There was an ominous silence. The kitchen was empty and the dinner was burning on the stove. He turned it off and looked around. Everything was in disarray; a state of quagmire (my chancellor would say). Broken plates and smashed bowls were strewn about the floor.
Gripping the hammer in his hand for protection, He searched the house, calling out his wife's name. He found her in the Bedroom, lying on the floor. Her cloths were torn, her face was bruised and bloody, but she was still alive.

"Cynthia!" he cried. "What Happened?"

"I don't know," She groaned. "A man broke in... He demanded for money... when I told him I didn't have any, he started hitting me.. He wouldn't stop hitting me... I couldn't fight him off... It hurt so much..."

"Don't worry, I'm here now," He said, trying to soothe her. "Everything's going to be Ok."

He picked up his injured wife and, holding her in his arms, He carried her out to the car. Opening the door, He laid her down as gently as possible in the back seat. Then hopped into the driver's seat and they drove off towards town.

"We've got to go to the police," She said.

"We will," He replied, "But first, I'm going to bring you to hospital."

Behind him , He heard Cynthia let out a gasp. Her injuries were serious. He cursed the fact that He hadn't been home that day to protect her. He had to get to a Doctor as soon as possible.
They drove through town, but on the way, they got stuck in traffic jam. He started honking his horn, trying to clear the way.

Suddenly, He heard Cynthia cry out, "There he is!"

"Who?" The husband asked, startled.

"The man who attacked me! That's him! That's Him!"

On the left hand side of the street, there was a man getting out of his car. Cynthia was pointing at him.

"Are you sure?" The husband asked.

She became hysterical. Tears were pouring down her cheeks and she was having trouble catching her breath.

"That's him! That's Him!"

The husband pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car. His brain was boiling over with rage. He got out of the car, still clutching the hammer. The man was casually walking down the street, without a care in the world. He followed the man.
Then, he saw the man turn down a dark alley. The Husband didn't know what came over him. He had planned to rough him up a little then hand him over to the police. Somehow, He lost control of himself. He couldn't stop.

It was over in a few seconds.
When he came back into the car, Cynthia seemed to have calmed down. They didn't say a word to each other. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the blood from his hands. Then, hid the bloody hammer under the seat and they drove off.

When they got to the hospital, Where I was 'on call', He helped Cynthia out of the car and carried her to the emergency room. As they walked through the front doors, She suddenly stopped in her tracks and grabbed his arms tightly. She was trembling as she pointed at Me (The Doctor on call)

"That's Him," she whispered urgently. "That's him..."

Then she pointed to one of the nurses.

"That's him!" she Screamed. "That's Him!"

Diagnosis "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder"