Why dad made him come to these business parties, he never knows why. Dad probably says it teach him something, but all he learned so far were that these parties were boring.
Virgil was watching Gordon and Alan, who were too young to join the party but because grandma was sick with the flu and unable to look after them, they had to come with them to the party.
He spotted John standing near the wall as far away from the crowd as possible.
"Hey," he said, leaning on the wall next to John. "What you're doing all the way over here, the party over there" he grinned, nudging John with his elbow.
John rolls his eyes at him. "you know perfectly well why I'm over here, Scott. The question is more why are you over here" John said, a sly look on his face.
"hmmm, let me think… my brother is more exciting to talk to than all those people put together… no that can't of been it" he said shaking his head, grinning.
They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Miss Myers try to pinch your cheeks again?" John asked.
His cheeks flush red.
"Ugh, you would think she thinks I'm 5" which he wasn't he was 15 thank you very much.
"Well-"
"Scott! John!" Yelled Virgil as he pushed his way through the crowds.
He was instantly on high alert, He shared a look with John, their thoughts the same, something was wrong.
"Virgil! What is it?" He said grabbing his eleventh-year-old brother by the shoulders.
"Where Alan and Gordon?" John asked, looking around.
Shit, where were Alan and Gordon?! Why was Virgil looking so panicked?
"Alan..fell…hurt" Virgil Said, still out of breath for running.
What! Alan's hurt!?
"Okay, Virgil where is Alan?" he said.
"In the back room, I left Gordon with him so that I could find help" Virgil Said, his eyes wide.
"Okay this what we're going to do, Virgil you take me to Alan and John you get dad, Okay?" He said.
Virgil and John nodded.
"Okay, Virgil what happened exactly?" He asked as he hurried after Virgil.
"Alan and Gordon were playing around; you know how they play. when Alan tripped and started screaming," Virgil said. "I-i didn't know what to do, so I went to find you or dad," Virgil said a bit teary eyed.
"it very good you did, Virg," he said, opening the door to the back room. he spotted Alan and Gordon straight away.
"alan" he gasped as he hurried over.
Alan was crying his eyes out, clinging to Gordon, who looked so overwhelmed.
He dropped to his knees in front of them.
"Allie! kiddo what's wrong?" he asked, his eyes scanning Alan for injuries.
As soon as Alan realised he was there, he had a crying five-year-old in his arms.
"woah! shhh, shhh it's okay it's okay, I'm here, I'm here," he said rubbing alan's back.
"S-Scotty, he just fell and then he-he just started,to-to," Gordon said wide-eyed, his bottom lip trembling.
"Virgil," he said because couldn't find out what was wrong with Alan if Gordon started crying as well. he could only handle so much on his own.
"Hey, Gordy, let go over here, you can play on my phone. Scott got this handled" Virgil Said leading Gordon a little bit away from him and Alan.
'thank you' he mouthed to Virgil.
Now he could focus on the child in his lap, who was still crying his eyes out.
"Hey, Hey baby, please can you tell me where it hurts, " he asked as gently as he could.
"my, my . iT huRTS" Alan sobbed into his shoulder.
His arm?…
"Allie, I need to have a look okay? Will you let me have a look?" He asked.
Alan nodded, pulling away a bit, tears still running down Alan's face.
He gently held Alan's arm, looking at it.
It looked swollen, could he had broken it? From tripping? Well, this was alan.
"Allie, Baby, can you move your fingers for me?" He asked.
Alan's fingers only moved a tiny bit. Okay, it's probably fractured or broken, he doesn't know. He hasn't gotten to that part of his first aid training yet.
"Scotty it really really hurts!" Alan Said, his face red from crying.
"I know, baby, I know," he said stroking the back of Alan's head.
"Scott!" Dad yelled as he made his way over with John hurrying behind.
"Dad! I think Alan broke his arm or fractured it" he said standing up with Alan in his arms. "I think he needs a hospital."
"Okay, let me have a look" Dad Said.
Alan was asleep on his lap; red cast on Alan's arm was standing out in the moonlight. He looks so cute when he asleep, he thought, looking down at alan.
"only one of you boys would brack your arm at a gala," dad said, sitting down next to him.
"Hey, we can't help it, it the Tracy genes," he said cheeky grin on his face.
dad chuckled."Tracy genes huh?"
"Yeah, because no way is it mum's genes." he joked.
"yeah, probably." dad said, his voice losing the lightness it had.
He probably shouldn't of mention mum. It was still a sore spot for dad, even though its been years since they lost her. He misses her sure, but it wasn't painful to talk about her for him, but for dad it still was.
"it's late Scott, put alan to bed, then go to sleep your self young man" dad said standing up.
"Okay, dad," he said standing up.
just as he was about to leave the room dad spoke "Scott."
"Yes?"
"you did good tonight" dad smiled.
a warm feeling filled him.
"Thanks, dad."