Chapter Seven
"Virge?" the voice echoed in Virgil's head as the thoughts shot through his head, from what happened to Scott. Then, everything that happened to him, it didn't make any sense, "Ace?" This time Virgil jumped when John's voice broke though his thoughts.
"Hu?" Virgil said looking up to see John starring at him.
"You okay? You were a million miles away there for minute," John said patting Virgil on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry, I was just thinking," Virgil said rubbing at his throat a little, "Man, my throat hurts."
John smiled, "Its those tonsils of yours, now that you know you need them out, you feel them more, right?"
Virgil swallowed and nodded, "Yeah, you're right."
John looked back at Scott and saw that he had fallen asleep and smiled, "Good, he needs the sleep."
Virgil nodded and bit his lip again, "Um-John, can I ask you something?"
John turned to Virgil and setting sideways in his chair, "Sure bro, whats up?"
"Well-um," Virgil began, "You know what, never mind."
John got up and came to stand by Virgil's chair, "No Virge, come on talk to me what's up? You've been acting weird ever since you found out what happened to Scott when you woke up."
"Well-My asthma attack, it was kind of weird," Virgil said shrugging.
John gave Virgil a confused look, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, my symptoms were different then my usual attack, it was more like what happened to Scott, you know it was like my lungs were on fire, like my air way had been cut off," Virgil said watching John's reaction carefully.
John raised an eyebrow, "Virge, that's kind of what happens when you have an asthma attack, your airway closes up."
Virgil rolled his eyes, "I know John but it was weird, it was not like my attacks usually happen."
John decided to humor his little brother, "Okay Ace, how do they usually happen?"
"You know, how they happen Johnny, they are never so bad that I end up in the hospital." Virgil said sitting up a little and turning to look at John, "It was like my throat had stuff in it, cutting off my air, my attacks are mostly just chest tightness, not being able to breath at all was totally new."
John sighed, "You didn't have your inhaler Virgil, it was just a little worse then normal without it, that's all."
"But, I don't think that's what it was John, its too different," Virgil said still watching John's face.
"Virgil-," John began.
Virgil rolled his eyes again, "You don't believe me do you."
"Its not that I don't believe you Virge, it just doesn't make any sense," John said shrugging.
"What doesn't make sense?" a voice whispered from the door making both brothers jump, they turned as one to see their father standing in the doorway.
"Hey dad," John said looking up to look at his father.
"Hey, what were you two talking about?" Jeff asked as he quietly walked into the room.
"Um-," John began looking over at Virgil who was shaking his head slightly, his eyes pleading, John cleared his throat and continued, "Nothing dad, we were just talking, nothing important."
Jeff raised an eyebrow but decided it was best to drop the subject and turned to other questions, "How's your brother doing?"
John and Virgil's gaze fell back down to Scott, "He was awake a while ago for about an hour, he's sounding tired, but good."
Jeff smiled, "Good, the doctor said that if nothing changes, he can most likely come home by Thursday."
"That's five days in the hospital, he's going to drive the nurses crazy," John said smiling.
Virgil grinned, he knew how bad of a patient Scott could be, he had had his appendix out he he was fourteen and he ended up in the hospital for a few days and he did not last long with his patients, by the end of the three days the nurses were drawing straws to see who had the pleasure of taking care of Scott during each shift.
"Maybe we should bring the nurses some straws now," Virgil said smiling, making by John and their father laugh.
"To true Ace," John said with a laugh.
Virgil smiled, John rarely called him Ace, Scott was the one who had come up with the nick name and it was almost always him that called him that. Though Virgil was glad to hear someone using it, that name always made him feel better.
"What do you think dad, straws?" Virgil asked, he was the teasing but he saw the look on his father's face change.
"That might not be a bad idea Virgil," Jeff said then smiled as he pulled a package out of his pocket, "I guess great minds think alike."
Virgil raised an eye brow but then looked at the package in his father's hand. A pack of straws were in Jeff's hand. Virgil looked surprised, "Dad, you don't trust your own son will behave in the hospital?"
Jeff grinned, "Virgil-have you met your brother?"
Virgil smiled, "Yes dad, yes I have."
