Chapter 12: The Recovery
Tory slept on Daniels couch, while Davey was slightly recovering. He was on new medications, but was still experiencing moderate seizures, but that was normal seeing his medication was mixed with a pain killer than contains Codine.
"Tory, I want the seizures to stop. The medication ain't working!"
"I know. But you know you can't get rid of them. Your brains Fubared... Has been since we where born." Tory sighed softly and ran his fingers through D's hair.
"Easy for you to say. you where born practically perfect." Davey turned over facing the wall tears streamed down his cheeks. He was clearly in pain but he thought no one understood. Over stressing about this caused another seizure, his seizures didn't have too much convulsing, they where more like silent seizures. He twitched but not so much that it was taken to any notice. Davey just lay there waiting for it to end. hopeing it would end soon.
"D. D? Davey? Shit.." Tory then realized his brother was having another seizure. Fifth one today actually. It seemed that he was doing better on his old medication rather than his new one. They seemed to be making the seizures worse from what he has observed.
"I'm fine, it's over . I wish the medication would start working. What have the doctors been smoking?" Davey became frustrated with the situation.
"D, calm down, your also on pain killers, which had codine. Like in cold medicine, that plus your seizure medication. Makes you twice as prone to seizures. Small but sudden ones." Tory was a bright seventeen year old, he just wasn't sure who he was yet.
"Yes doctor Fox. Geez, you make a better doctor. We graduate this year. You should get into medicine.. Become my doctor.." Davey giggled hearing himself say that. His head began to throb and eyes got heavy. "Oh god." He said. "I don't feel so well Tooch. Lay with me?" Tory laid down with his brother running his fingers through his hair once more. This helped calm Davey. tory knew this because it also helped him calm down.
"I don't know if I can take much more of this Tooché My head always hurts my eyes sting... It's like a nightmare I can't free ,yself from.. Like I'm trapped in a Stephen King novel.. There has to be someway besides death to end this all, there has to... hasn't there?" Davey was almost making no sense at all. Words wheren't making nay sense at all. Speech dry but slurred.
"D, your not making much sense, there isn't anyway.. and if you die I lose a part of me, that cannot be replaced. you know that. If you would have died when we where born.. no biggy, we didn't have the bond we do now. We would have barely been brothers." Tory wasn't used to saying things as deep as this. He just wanted to get the point across, without crying. but Davey knew how much it would hurt his brother if he ever passed... If he ever commit suicide.