"When was the last time I've been in a hospital?'' Ephram thought
to himself, "must have been years, cuz I can't remember the last time I
even came for a visit, but to support my dad? Hell must have frozen
over." But he was happy, because for the first time in years, he truly
felt proud to be Dr. Brown's son.
The door into the waiting room was opening hardly, banging against the wall like a sack of potatoes, "am I too late??" the sound quivered, "why's everyone so quiet? I am, aren't I? I'm late." Ephram turned around, it was Laynie, and what was she doing there? He jumped up and shot up to where she was standing, "hey. So, school got boring? Figures, they can't even keep people in classes in private schools." Laynie chuckled quietly but then her serious face returned as quickly as it vanished. Well, there goes the comic relief attempt. Might as well get serious, "they're still out. We don't know anything. You DID although miss 7 hours of the most fascinating sport known to man on the TV- CURLING! Although we did stop for a while to watch some paint dry," he said with a smile, followed by a dry laugh. He was no good with seriousness in grim situations. "Oh man, and I just missed by a second??" Laynie played along, maybe not as well as could have. It was obvious she was torn and tired. "So how did you get here? Hitch rides with hillbillies named Billy-Bob?" Ephram was truly bad at the emotional support thing, as he'd proven many times before. "No, a friend was on here way through town, I bummed a ride with her.. Thanks, Ephram." She was as comfortable as he was. "For what?" "For not making this hard, for not making me talk about Colin." "Well, I.I-I figured you got enough of that from everyone else." "yeah. So! What's the score?" "Huh?" "The curling, you mentioned some fascinating moves."
Dr. Brown felt like he spent the last 9 hours in a train wreck, and they couldn't get him out of his seat. Every muscle in his body ached, making every move like carrying the whole world on his back. Every move was calculated and precise, if he'd made an extra move, he'd collapse.
Finally he'd reached his goal- the waiting room..
He collapsed on one of the couches and tried to catch his breath, his eyelids felt 20 times heaver then his longest night working back in New York, but he was out of practice.
He could feel every eye in the room digging into his skin for information, begging for him to reveal the results of the long, difficult, and some say- unnecessary operation. Finally, he managed to open his mouth, and let the words come out, "There were some unexpected complications during the operation-" He could hear everyone gasping, almost accusing, "-but he came through and will be able to leave the hospital by the end of the week. Hopefully this will be the last time there's trouble, we are very optimistic." He couldn't help but smile, if he had the power he'd be laughing and celebrating with the rest of them, now on their feet laughing, hugging, crying, babbling, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Ephram, he sat down next to his dad, and simply said " I love you dad." And gave him the biggest smile he could muster at this hour.
The door into the waiting room was opening hardly, banging against the wall like a sack of potatoes, "am I too late??" the sound quivered, "why's everyone so quiet? I am, aren't I? I'm late." Ephram turned around, it was Laynie, and what was she doing there? He jumped up and shot up to where she was standing, "hey. So, school got boring? Figures, they can't even keep people in classes in private schools." Laynie chuckled quietly but then her serious face returned as quickly as it vanished. Well, there goes the comic relief attempt. Might as well get serious, "they're still out. We don't know anything. You DID although miss 7 hours of the most fascinating sport known to man on the TV- CURLING! Although we did stop for a while to watch some paint dry," he said with a smile, followed by a dry laugh. He was no good with seriousness in grim situations. "Oh man, and I just missed by a second??" Laynie played along, maybe not as well as could have. It was obvious she was torn and tired. "So how did you get here? Hitch rides with hillbillies named Billy-Bob?" Ephram was truly bad at the emotional support thing, as he'd proven many times before. "No, a friend was on here way through town, I bummed a ride with her.. Thanks, Ephram." She was as comfortable as he was. "For what?" "For not making this hard, for not making me talk about Colin." "Well, I.I-I figured you got enough of that from everyone else." "yeah. So! What's the score?" "Huh?" "The curling, you mentioned some fascinating moves."
Dr. Brown felt like he spent the last 9 hours in a train wreck, and they couldn't get him out of his seat. Every muscle in his body ached, making every move like carrying the whole world on his back. Every move was calculated and precise, if he'd made an extra move, he'd collapse.
Finally he'd reached his goal- the waiting room..
He collapsed on one of the couches and tried to catch his breath, his eyelids felt 20 times heaver then his longest night working back in New York, but he was out of practice.
He could feel every eye in the room digging into his skin for information, begging for him to reveal the results of the long, difficult, and some say- unnecessary operation. Finally, he managed to open his mouth, and let the words come out, "There were some unexpected complications during the operation-" He could hear everyone gasping, almost accusing, "-but he came through and will be able to leave the hospital by the end of the week. Hopefully this will be the last time there's trouble, we are very optimistic." He couldn't help but smile, if he had the power he'd be laughing and celebrating with the rest of them, now on their feet laughing, hugging, crying, babbling, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Ephram, he sat down next to his dad, and simply said " I love you dad." And gave him the biggest smile he could muster at this hour.