Chapter Twenty-Four
Peter nervously filled out forms after forms.
Birthdate: March 10, 1989
Parents: Peter Scarbrow and Sophie Becker-Scarbrow
Full name: Kristin Nicole Scarbrow
Peter didn't know wether or not he should put in the biological info, but he decided against it, knowing if Kristin found out she'd kill him.
Auggie paced around, talked to a few people, and got coke after coke. "Auggie, please sit down," Peter asked. Auggie said down, but his leg soon started bouncing up and down. "Go call Sophie," Peter told him. While Auggie was gone a doctor came up.
"Are you Mr. Scarbrow, Kristin's father?" The Doctor- Dr. Thomas-asked. "Yes. Is she alright?" Peter asked, holding his breath in. "She should be-the cut wasn't that bad, mainly it was just lost of blood that made her lose conciousness. She's in a room now, and she should be able to be released by late tomorrow afternoon. If you and your-was that your son?" "Um, kinda," "Well if you and he want to see Kristin, you can go in there. She's in room 454 in the pediatric ward." Dr. Thomas informed him. Peter sighed with relief. "Oh thank you, so much," Peter said and shook hands with the doctor. Dr. Thomas left and a woman smiled at him sadly. "Congradulations on your daughter's recovery. Bradley probably won't survive-he was shot by her father by accident. He's only 10." She said. "THank you. I'll pray for your son-I'm sure he'll pull through. Kids are fights," Peter said. "Thank you , mister." She said.
Peter waited until Auggie returned. "She'll be fine. You wanna go see her?" Peter asked. Auggie sighed with relief and him and Peter hugged. "Yeah." He said.
They rode the elevator to the pediatric warn and walked to room 454. Peter opened the door slightly. Kristin was staring out the window. She had a few machines hooked up to her, but not to many. Her arm was bandaged and in a small sling. SHe turned her head and saw it was Peter and looked back.
She must be mad at me for letting Steven off for that crap he fed me, Peter thought. Peter and Auggie walked over to the hospital bed. "Hey, kiddo," Auggie spoke up first. She smiled a little at him. "hi." She answered. "Hey, Kristin," Peter said. Kristin looked at him. "Hi." She muttered then looked back at the window. Auggie noticed the tension. "Um, why don't I go call Sophie again and tell her what's up. I'll be right back," He said and left.
Peter walked up to the bed. "Kristin, I'm so sorry, I should've kicked him out right away," Peter said. "You're right, you should have." Kristin said, not looking at him. "Kristin, I'm sorry, I thought he was telling the truth about getting back with you, I swear," Peter pleaded. "I told you! I told you he did the exact same thing before! I told you and you didn't listen! All's you cared about was helping him when he can't be helped! He's INSANE, Peter! Haven't you seen his record? He's done more drugs in the past month than crackheads KNOW about! He's attemped suicide when he was 6! He beat me, beat his girlfriend, and probably people he doesn't even know! And you ignored that!" She yelled at him. She's right, Peter thought. "I know, and I'd do anything to take it back, Kristin. And I didn't know all of that, they don't include everything in records. I bet everything you've done and every little runaway isn't in your records."
"Whatever." She muttered. Peter felt helpless. He had probably just lost any trust he had won from Kristin in 3 hours, he thought.
Peter nervously filled out forms after forms.
Birthdate: March 10, 1989
Parents: Peter Scarbrow and Sophie Becker-Scarbrow
Full name: Kristin Nicole Scarbrow
Peter didn't know wether or not he should put in the biological info, but he decided against it, knowing if Kristin found out she'd kill him.
Auggie paced around, talked to a few people, and got coke after coke. "Auggie, please sit down," Peter asked. Auggie said down, but his leg soon started bouncing up and down. "Go call Sophie," Peter told him. While Auggie was gone a doctor came up.
"Are you Mr. Scarbrow, Kristin's father?" The Doctor- Dr. Thomas-asked. "Yes. Is she alright?" Peter asked, holding his breath in. "She should be-the cut wasn't that bad, mainly it was just lost of blood that made her lose conciousness. She's in a room now, and she should be able to be released by late tomorrow afternoon. If you and your-was that your son?" "Um, kinda," "Well if you and he want to see Kristin, you can go in there. She's in room 454 in the pediatric ward." Dr. Thomas informed him. Peter sighed with relief. "Oh thank you, so much," Peter said and shook hands with the doctor. Dr. Thomas left and a woman smiled at him sadly. "Congradulations on your daughter's recovery. Bradley probably won't survive-he was shot by her father by accident. He's only 10." She said. "THank you. I'll pray for your son-I'm sure he'll pull through. Kids are fights," Peter said. "Thank you , mister." She said.
Peter waited until Auggie returned. "She'll be fine. You wanna go see her?" Peter asked. Auggie sighed with relief and him and Peter hugged. "Yeah." He said.
They rode the elevator to the pediatric warn and walked to room 454. Peter opened the door slightly. Kristin was staring out the window. She had a few machines hooked up to her, but not to many. Her arm was bandaged and in a small sling. SHe turned her head and saw it was Peter and looked back.
She must be mad at me for letting Steven off for that crap he fed me, Peter thought. Peter and Auggie walked over to the hospital bed. "Hey, kiddo," Auggie spoke up first. She smiled a little at him. "hi." She answered. "Hey, Kristin," Peter said. Kristin looked at him. "Hi." She muttered then looked back at the window. Auggie noticed the tension. "Um, why don't I go call Sophie again and tell her what's up. I'll be right back," He said and left.
Peter walked up to the bed. "Kristin, I'm so sorry, I should've kicked him out right away," Peter said. "You're right, you should have." Kristin said, not looking at him. "Kristin, I'm sorry, I thought he was telling the truth about getting back with you, I swear," Peter pleaded. "I told you! I told you he did the exact same thing before! I told you and you didn't listen! All's you cared about was helping him when he can't be helped! He's INSANE, Peter! Haven't you seen his record? He's done more drugs in the past month than crackheads KNOW about! He's attemped suicide when he was 6! He beat me, beat his girlfriend, and probably people he doesn't even know! And you ignored that!" She yelled at him. She's right, Peter thought. "I know, and I'd do anything to take it back, Kristin. And I didn't know all of that, they don't include everything in records. I bet everything you've done and every little runaway isn't in your records."
"Whatever." She muttered. Peter felt helpless. He had probably just lost any trust he had won from Kristin in 3 hours, he thought.
