The doctors pushed out of the way, letting the people from the morgue do they're jobs in removing the passed away to a well-rest. One, a tall one with a stubble of a beard colored a tint darker than the coat that graced him, bowed his head as he walked away from the scene. "I'm terribley sorry for your lost." He whispered, almost as a robotic telemarketer does over the phone to a victim, to the family he passed.
This family, crazy and wacky mind you, was a conjoined family that had just faced the most horrid thing to ever happen to them. You may know them as the Venturi-MacDonald family.
Casey MacDonald, a fifteen-year-old strong-minded beautiful brunette girl, kneeled beside her thirteen-year-old sister and same age step-brother. The two were crying, yet trying to stay tough. She grasped their shoulders and the two both turned into her own shoulders and cried immediately. But her own blue eyes were not even glassed.
Her mother turned into her husband's shoulder and her husband held her as they cried together. Casey could hear their sobs and that brought up a realization.
She comforted Lizzie and Edwin.
Nora was comforted by George and vise versa.
But who comforted Derek?
She looked behind her to see her usually cocky step-brother, just standing there. He hunched over, his knees shaking and ready to break. The tears were welling up in his brown eyes, threatening that at any given moment, would fall and crack his facade.
Pulling away from her younger siblings, she told them that someone else needed her at the moment. It would seem her words fell upon deaf ears as they just turned to the other in a hug. She would have smiled if the air around her allowed it.
Standing, she turned and walked to the one who had taken the deepest hit out of all them. He had lost his best friend. The girl his life had revolved about. She reached out a hand...
But Derek just swatted it away before it reached it's destination. "Don't touch me." He snapped.
Casey gulped, feeling hurt.
He looked up and saw the hurt in her eyes. "...please..." He whispered.
They both looked at the ground, trying not to notice the tragedy that had just struck.
A jingle.
"I'll drive."
Casey nodded, snapping her fingers, not wanting to say anything. The others looked up and she motioned for them to follow her and Derek. The did so.
Derek whispered only two words.