I've Only

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Scott Tracy had looked out for his brothers for as long as he could remember; it was as natural to him as breathing. If they were ever injured, hurt or sick he would fuss over them like a mother hen, in fact he could probably give a mother hen lessons. Everything from grazed knees to chicken pox Scottie could always make it seem better. But if he was injured, hurt or sick did he want them to make a fuss? Of course not.

The four of them were out on a job, it was one they had done many time before and none of them particularly liked. But it was what they did.

Scott had always told his brothers to be careful with any equipment they were using; he had drilled it into them. Perhaps he should have taken his own advice.

He looked at his watch; another couple of minutes and they could start putting the equipment away.

Then it happened.

Scott gave an involuntary yelp more out of surprise that anything else.

Virgil was close enough to hear him and he was soon by his brother's side. "Let me see."

"It's nothing."

"Let me see."

Scott showed him his injured part.

"Scott you're bleeding. Sit down a moment." As if to emphasize the point, Virgil pushed him into his seat. Before Scott could stop him he had alerted Gordon and Alan.

"That looks nasty" remarked Gordon on joining them.

Scott noticed the first aid box he was carrying. "Don't make a fuss."

"You'd make a fuss if it was one of us" put in Alan.

"Good point." Virgil was now crouched by Scott's side. "So put up and shut up."

Scott signed and closed his eyes and allowed Virgil, aided and abetted by Gordon and Alan, to tend to his injury. The sun was so warm on his face and without meaning to Scott fell asleep.

When he awoke the first thing he realised was that he was no longer sitting, he was laying stretched out and he could see the equipment exactly as they had left it.

But it was his brothers' positions which drew the most attention. They appeared to be kneeing with their heads bowed, Virgil to his left, Alan to his right with Gordon next to Alan. What were they doing? Praying for his recovery?

Some sixth sense told Virgil Scott was awake and he lifted his head. "How is it Scott?"

Scott responded by lifting his injured part.

"Don't let..."

Virgil's watch bleeped which caused the others to look up.

Scott closed his eyes. 'Don't tell me they told Dad?'

Virgil lifted his arm. "Yes Father?"

"Virgil you can call off the search; Grandma's found her knitting down one of the chairs. How close are you to finishing?"

"The pool's cleaned and refilled. We've just the equipment to put away."

"Thanks Son."

Virgil lowered his arm.

Scott opened his eyes as he felt Gordon gently resting his chin on his brother's knee.

"Are you in pain Scottie?"

Scott growled at him. "You guys are really taking the p... I've only cut my finger."