Disclaimer: This is a pretty obvious fact, I do NOT own "So Weird," or the characters that go with it.
A/N: I finally got back from vacation and have the time, and computer, to post. Ya!!! Okay, I'll leave it at that, onto chapter eleven.
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CH11
Carey sat in the emergency room with his parents. On his left arm he had a light blue hard cast. A finger splint accompanied it.
Ned, who was sitting across from Carey next to Irene, was glaring at him. He wanted to yell at him so much. What did he think he had been doing? Ned thought; fighting Jack, what a stupid idea. Carey's so much stronger than Jack, and now...
Ned looked toward the hallway in wich the room Jack was in. He had still not come out. That fact alone told him he was worse off than Carey, who only had a sprained ring finger and a broken arm. Not to mention the bruises and black eye. The only news we have about Jack is what Molly told us, 'he is bad off,' but we already knew that. I'm starting to think that it's worse than we thought, he's been in there for a long time now.
Nope, Ned thought, his mind returning to it's previous thought. This is not the time or place to be chewing off my son's head.
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I never thought Carey could be so senseless, Irene thought. I have always told him that violence is not the answere. I thought Carey had listened, I guess not. Even when we pulled Carey and Jack apart, they continued to fight. When we get home, or at least back to the bus, we're going to have a long talk with those boys. There must be a reson they were fighting, and we will find it.
Hmmm... Moly and Jack sure have been in there a long time, she thought, looking toward the room wich confined both mother and son. I hope Jack's okay. Wait a minuet- of coarse he's not okay! He couldn't even walk to the car by himself.
Irene looked at her son. He was slumping over in the padded hospital chair next to her, looking at his encasted broken arm, and slinted finger. He looks sad, she thought. Full of regret... For once he was feeling exactly what he should be feeling. Slowly, he closed and opened his eyes. As if to be checking if it was all real.
Is this all real? Irene asked herself. Is it truly real?... Irene let her mind wander as she drifted off to sleep
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Carey awoke as he heard the doctor and Molly walking toward them as they talked. He looked at his mom and dad and saw that they too had drifted to sleep and were now awaking. Carey had his back turned to them, but the silent gasp made by his mother, followed my a silently mumbled, 'oh my god,' convinced him to turn around.
Carey lifted himself halfway out of the chair using one arm, and turned to face the doctor, Molly, and Jack. His eyes widened wih horror, his jaw droping slightly. Carey could feel his head become light, and for a moment, he thought he would faint. Instead, Carey just stumbled back down in the chair. Carey gulped. He had known that Jack wouldn't be walking, but he at least thought that he'd have crutches. But no, he was in a wheel chair- a wheel chair! And to top it off he also had a semi-dark blue cast and a black sling. Oh wait, there was also a black cast on his leg.
By the time they reached Carey, Irene, and Ned, the doctor had apparently finnished whatever it was that he was saying, and left. Now that they were closer, Carey relized that the wheel chair was automatic, since Jack could not wheel him self whith one arm. However, Molly was pushing the chair right now as Jack was asleep.
Irene and Ned looked Molly in the eyes, which were ready to burst with tears, her exspression said it all. She would talk later, back on the bus. She didn't need to explain why Jack was asleep. Apparently the doctor had given him some pain killer, and it had made him tired.
Molly turned the chair to the door and began to leave the hospitle. The others followed. Not a word was shared between any of them. It was like someone had pushed mute, save the noise their feet mad, and other noises around them.
When they arrived at the car, Molly lifted Jack out of the chair, Ned put it in the trunk, and into the car. She buckled him in the middle seat, and got in on the right sied window seat. She knew she risked Carey fighting with him again, but she didn't need to worry abou that. No decent person with any dignity would fight with a person in a wheel chair while he was asleep. It just wasn't right.
Ned and Irene got in, as well as Carey, and the headed toward home, or at least the bus. Occasionally a tear would fall down Molly's cheek.
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Next CH to be posted soon...
A/N: I finally got back from vacation and have the time, and computer, to post. Ya!!! Okay, I'll leave it at that, onto chapter eleven.
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CH11
Carey sat in the emergency room with his parents. On his left arm he had a light blue hard cast. A finger splint accompanied it.
Ned, who was sitting across from Carey next to Irene, was glaring at him. He wanted to yell at him so much. What did he think he had been doing? Ned thought; fighting Jack, what a stupid idea. Carey's so much stronger than Jack, and now...
Ned looked toward the hallway in wich the room Jack was in. He had still not come out. That fact alone told him he was worse off than Carey, who only had a sprained ring finger and a broken arm. Not to mention the bruises and black eye. The only news we have about Jack is what Molly told us, 'he is bad off,' but we already knew that. I'm starting to think that it's worse than we thought, he's been in there for a long time now.
Nope, Ned thought, his mind returning to it's previous thought. This is not the time or place to be chewing off my son's head.
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I never thought Carey could be so senseless, Irene thought. I have always told him that violence is not the answere. I thought Carey had listened, I guess not. Even when we pulled Carey and Jack apart, they continued to fight. When we get home, or at least back to the bus, we're going to have a long talk with those boys. There must be a reson they were fighting, and we will find it.
Hmmm... Moly and Jack sure have been in there a long time, she thought, looking toward the room wich confined both mother and son. I hope Jack's okay. Wait a minuet- of coarse he's not okay! He couldn't even walk to the car by himself.
Irene looked at her son. He was slumping over in the padded hospital chair next to her, looking at his encasted broken arm, and slinted finger. He looks sad, she thought. Full of regret... For once he was feeling exactly what he should be feeling. Slowly, he closed and opened his eyes. As if to be checking if it was all real.
Is this all real? Irene asked herself. Is it truly real?... Irene let her mind wander as she drifted off to sleep
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Carey awoke as he heard the doctor and Molly walking toward them as they talked. He looked at his mom and dad and saw that they too had drifted to sleep and were now awaking. Carey had his back turned to them, but the silent gasp made by his mother, followed my a silently mumbled, 'oh my god,' convinced him to turn around.
Carey lifted himself halfway out of the chair using one arm, and turned to face the doctor, Molly, and Jack. His eyes widened wih horror, his jaw droping slightly. Carey could feel his head become light, and for a moment, he thought he would faint. Instead, Carey just stumbled back down in the chair. Carey gulped. He had known that Jack wouldn't be walking, but he at least thought that he'd have crutches. But no, he was in a wheel chair- a wheel chair! And to top it off he also had a semi-dark blue cast and a black sling. Oh wait, there was also a black cast on his leg.
By the time they reached Carey, Irene, and Ned, the doctor had apparently finnished whatever it was that he was saying, and left. Now that they were closer, Carey relized that the wheel chair was automatic, since Jack could not wheel him self whith one arm. However, Molly was pushing the chair right now as Jack was asleep.
Irene and Ned looked Molly in the eyes, which were ready to burst with tears, her exspression said it all. She would talk later, back on the bus. She didn't need to explain why Jack was asleep. Apparently the doctor had given him some pain killer, and it had made him tired.
Molly turned the chair to the door and began to leave the hospitle. The others followed. Not a word was shared between any of them. It was like someone had pushed mute, save the noise their feet mad, and other noises around them.
When they arrived at the car, Molly lifted Jack out of the chair, Ned put it in the trunk, and into the car. She buckled him in the middle seat, and got in on the right sied window seat. She knew she risked Carey fighting with him again, but she didn't need to worry abou that. No decent person with any dignity would fight with a person in a wheel chair while he was asleep. It just wasn't right.
Ned and Irene got in, as well as Carey, and the headed toward home, or at least the bus. Occasionally a tear would fall down Molly's cheek.
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Next CH to be posted soon...