Never Promised You a Rose Garden
Chapter Five : "It Just Get's Worse Doesn't It?"
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"How long will I stay here?" Tyler asked looking at the doctor.
"Well, if you walk again, it'll take a long time, son. But, you're mother and friends say you're strong. Maybe a month or so." The doctor said methodically. It didn't matter to him. It wasn't his life, his legs. All he cared about was that he had two more months till his pension and he'd be free. Free to do the things that fifty- five year old men do when it's time to retire.
"How is the kid Val and I saved?" the doctor smiled happy to be giving good news for once. "Just fine. We released him a few days ago."
"That's good." he replied. At least all this counted for something. The funny thing was he'd do it again.
'Do you want to see some of your friends?" his mother asked. She was always there. Everyday, every single hour is she could. Of course Tyler understood, if you're only son almost died what would you do? Still it was getting on his nerves. She made it feel like he couldn't do anything anymore. Which wasn't true. He'd be walking in no time.
"Sure," he said sleepily from pain medication he'd just received.
"See what happens when I try to play the hero?" Tyler joked as his friends walked into the room.
"Yeah Jamie said teasingly.
He hadn't expected Tyler to look like that. So, thin and pale, tied to machines and oxygen. Before Val had only been allowed to see him, (to everyone in the hospital she was know as his cousin). It was strange seeing the EMT now the patient. Jamie sighed. If he had been at work that night instead of at home maybe things would have turned out better. "Leave it to the professional." he continued joking. They all remembered the time Jamie had saved the kid and the dog from danger.
Hank felt uneasy being in the room. It was his fault that Tyler was in this mess. The maybes and the what ifs kept playing over and over in his mind. Why wasn't he more forceful? Anyone else could see that Val and Tyler were fixing to go back in. And was that really wrong? Why hadn't he gone in too? His rules and morals kept him from saving his best- friend.
The blond smiled to herself. She could tell Tyler's every move and every thought. She knew that it was tearing him apart letting his friends see him like this. But, he put on the brave front concealing a mask of denial and depression.
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"Hey dad."
"Son," the elder replied as he turned off his cell phone. "What are we doing about his recovery?" he asked Anna Connell- Stein
"Well Michael it'll take a few months, maybe even a few years."
"So why did you send for me all the way in New York." he turned to Tyler. "And how could you be so stupid as to run into a burning building?"
"Michael!"
"Don't yell at me Anna."
"He almost died." she sighed. " I guess it was stupid of me to think you could care about you're son- or anyone else for that matter."
"Oh, come off it. You know I care about Ty, just as much as you do."
"Really." she said sarcastically.
Fighting. It was what they did best. He remembered life before the divorce. Dad would always be at work, never at home - and then the affair. Still his dad was a good guy. His mother just didn't try hard enough.
"I'm sure dad's, just tired from the plane ride." Tyler put it.
"Yeah." Michael agreed. "Ill see you later."
"Yeah, bye."
"Why do you always stand up for him?" his mother asked angrily.
"How come you never did?"
She sighed again. He blamed her for the divorce. Always did.
"William said he's stop by later."
"Great," he replied in mock enthusiasm.
"You know he's always been there for you."
"So has dad."
"No he-"
"I won't hate him for you."
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A/N So does anyone still care about this story? I didn't get much reviews for Men Plan God Laughs….well let me know if this chapter is ok.
Chapter Five : "It Just Get's Worse Doesn't It?"
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"How long will I stay here?" Tyler asked looking at the doctor.
"Well, if you walk again, it'll take a long time, son. But, you're mother and friends say you're strong. Maybe a month or so." The doctor said methodically. It didn't matter to him. It wasn't his life, his legs. All he cared about was that he had two more months till his pension and he'd be free. Free to do the things that fifty- five year old men do when it's time to retire.
"How is the kid Val and I saved?" the doctor smiled happy to be giving good news for once. "Just fine. We released him a few days ago."
"That's good." he replied. At least all this counted for something. The funny thing was he'd do it again.
'Do you want to see some of your friends?" his mother asked. She was always there. Everyday, every single hour is she could. Of course Tyler understood, if you're only son almost died what would you do? Still it was getting on his nerves. She made it feel like he couldn't do anything anymore. Which wasn't true. He'd be walking in no time.
"Sure," he said sleepily from pain medication he'd just received.
"See what happens when I try to play the hero?" Tyler joked as his friends walked into the room.
"Yeah Jamie said teasingly.
He hadn't expected Tyler to look like that. So, thin and pale, tied to machines and oxygen. Before Val had only been allowed to see him, (to everyone in the hospital she was know as his cousin). It was strange seeing the EMT now the patient. Jamie sighed. If he had been at work that night instead of at home maybe things would have turned out better. "Leave it to the professional." he continued joking. They all remembered the time Jamie had saved the kid and the dog from danger.
Hank felt uneasy being in the room. It was his fault that Tyler was in this mess. The maybes and the what ifs kept playing over and over in his mind. Why wasn't he more forceful? Anyone else could see that Val and Tyler were fixing to go back in. And was that really wrong? Why hadn't he gone in too? His rules and morals kept him from saving his best- friend.
The blond smiled to herself. She could tell Tyler's every move and every thought. She knew that it was tearing him apart letting his friends see him like this. But, he put on the brave front concealing a mask of denial and depression.
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"Hey dad."
"Son," the elder replied as he turned off his cell phone. "What are we doing about his recovery?" he asked Anna Connell- Stein
"Well Michael it'll take a few months, maybe even a few years."
"So why did you send for me all the way in New York." he turned to Tyler. "And how could you be so stupid as to run into a burning building?"
"Michael!"
"Don't yell at me Anna."
"He almost died." she sighed. " I guess it was stupid of me to think you could care about you're son- or anyone else for that matter."
"Oh, come off it. You know I care about Ty, just as much as you do."
"Really." she said sarcastically.
Fighting. It was what they did best. He remembered life before the divorce. Dad would always be at work, never at home - and then the affair. Still his dad was a good guy. His mother just didn't try hard enough.
"I'm sure dad's, just tired from the plane ride." Tyler put it.
"Yeah." Michael agreed. "Ill see you later."
"Yeah, bye."
"Why do you always stand up for him?" his mother asked angrily.
"How come you never did?"
She sighed again. He blamed her for the divorce. Always did.
"William said he's stop by later."
"Great," he replied in mock enthusiasm.
"You know he's always been there for you."
"So has dad."
"No he-"
"I won't hate him for you."
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A/N So does anyone still care about this story? I didn't get much reviews for Men Plan God Laughs….well let me know if this chapter is ok.