Chapter 14- My Brothers

Davy walked inside the library, his eyes instantly searching for Lizzy. To his relief, he found her stocking a shelf with books. Oh how gorgeous she looked. He stood there for a minute, ensnarled by her beauty. Quickly shaking himself from his gaze, he walked over to her. He tapped her on the shoulder, inquiring, "Excuse me miss, but can you help me with finding something?" He said in his sophisticated, Manchester accent.

Lizzy jumped, but smiled when she saw Davy. "Back, I see. What do you need?" She asked, leaning against the shelf.

"Well," Davy began. "The fellas and I were wondering if Arthur Dolenz had anymore books, as well as more information on these cases. Last night I think Jacob was talking to Mike in his sleep."

"Really?" Lizzy asked, her eyes growing wide. Davy tried to not get lost in their beauty. "Well, I can check the records for any more books by Dolenz, but I don't think there is. The one I left at your house was the only one I knew of. Come along." She said, walking over to the main desk, followed by the Englishman.

Lizzy walked behind the desk and began searching through a giant book, presumably the one with all the records of all the books they kept. They had a giant computer sitting on the desk next to her, but she said that it wasn't fully functional yet. After multiple minutes of scanning titles and authors, Lizzy gasped. "Found some!"

"Really?" Davy asked, trying to bend over to see.

"There are four of them. Three are medical books, one is a fiction book. Let me write the locations down and we can go fetch them." Lizzy grabbed a pile of paper and a pen and began scribbling stuff down.

"What are they called?"

"The fiction book is called, Two Men Divided. The medical books are called The Human Brain, Volumes I, II, and III."

Lizzy handed Davy a piece of paper. "Here's the location of the fiction book. I'll go grab the medical books. How about we meet over there." She said, pointing to an empty table close to the door. Davy nodded and walked off with the paper, hoping to find what he was looking for.

After a couple minutes of a frustrating search, he found it. It was an old, leather bound book, with gold lettering and a silhouette of two men on the front. His curiosity got the better of him and he opened the book, reading the intro and some of the first chapter.

At first I thought he was joking. Davy read. Then I saw his face. Now I completely believe everything he says. He's scared, he's angry. I can see it in his eyes. I can tell that he knows about his wife. She's having an affair with an Englishman that was once an old college friend of ours. I don't know how he knows, but he does. He's also taken on the father figure that Mary needs. He and I both know Victor, the Englishman, won't suffice.

Davy smiled to himself. He muttered, "Way to go, Mike."

Victor is planning on taking the women to England. When that will be, you'll probably find out later in the book. I can tell that Mike will not have any of it. No matter how weak he is, he seems to be fighting the immorality that has been cast upon Jacob's poor life. He's fighting for Jacob, a man he never knew.

"Davy?" A familiar voice asked. Davy looked up from the book to see Micky waving at him from the end of the aisle. "You done yet? I've got someone you need to meet."

Elizabeth walked in with the washrag and basin. She sighed at her husband's condition. Setting the basin down, she began dabbing his forehead with a washcloth. "Oh Jacob…" She whispered, dunking the rag into the basin again.

"You know, ya'll can talk a little quieter if you're gonna talk 'bout me." Mike drawled, not opening his eyes.

Elizabeth jumped a little, not expecting him to be awake. "You heard that?"

"Why, Elizabeth, why? Don't you have any faith in me?" Mike asked, opening his eyes. Elizabeth was startled by how glazed over they were.

"Jacob, I'm-"

"No." Mike interrupted. "I'm not Jacob. You shouldn't be apologizing to me, you should be apologizing to him."

"Yes you are!" Elizabeth hissed. "You are Jacob! I don't know where you pulled the name 'Mike' from, but that's not who you are." Mike sighed. Why must women be so stubborn?

"Fine, but please, leave the apology till I have fully recovered." Mike said. "When Arthur gives you the okay, then you may apologize."

"But what if you don't?" She asked. "Dr. Thorkelson said-"

"What does he know?" Mike scoffed.

"He's a doctor."

"And Ja- I am your husband. Doesn't that account for anything?"

"Jacob, I'm doing what I feel is right. If you loved me, then you would agree."

"I would, if I was dying. Which I'm not, by the way. I'm going to get better. Just watch me." Mike settled back down, burying himself into the bed. "I think I like Arthur and Mary's company better."

Angry, Elizabeth shot up from the chair and marched out of the room. Mike could hear her yell from the other room, "He wants you." The front door rattled as she shut it. A minute later Arthur appeared in the room, confused.

"What'd you do to her? Don't you know you shouldn't make a girl mad?"

"She deserved it. She's running off with another man. Someone had to tell her what she was doing was wrong." Mike explained, crossing his arms. "She still thinks Jacob is dying."

"And you think he's not?"

"If he dies, there is the more than likely chance I'm dyin.' I don't wanna die, I've got a life to get back to. Friends I need to see. Brothers I need to take care of."

"That was the sentence that drove me throughout this ordeal." Micky read aloud to Davy, Maggie, and Lizzy. "I don't wanna die, I've got a life to get back to. Friends I need to see. Brothers I need to take care of."