Title: Remember
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I've had pretty much the same disclaimer for the past 8 chapters…you figure it out.
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Dave's eyes fluttered opened. He looked around the room, confused. He didn't recognize where he was…then it all came rushing back to him: Mrs. Davis, Lana, Cassidy, Mister Davis, a gun…a gunshot…he remembered the hot pain he had felt in his shoulder and he looked at it. He pushed back his hospital gown to reveal a large bandage. He groaned. He heard a shuffle and his head shot to the right. It was Anna. She had been sleeping and now she opened her eyes to see her older brother.
"Anna?" he asked.
"Hey, loser," she replied with a small smile.
Dave gave a small laugh. "You know, when most people get hurt, their families support them," he said, jokingly.
"Yeah, well, you're not most people, you're you," she retorted.
Dave laughed. They spent the next minute looking down at each other.
"How…how are the Davis girls?" Dave asked, remembering them.
"Oh, they're fine, Dave," Anna replied, "they went back home. Mr. Davis was arrested."
Dave nodded. He was glad to hear that. "Did anyone else get hurt?" he questioned.
"No, everyone's fine."
"How about that kid who jumped Davis?"
"He's OK, too, with the exception of an apparent flu because he threw up on the floor…let me tell you something, it wasn't pretty."
Dave laughed. "Yeah, well, when you actually get thrown up on enough times, you get used to the messes on the floor."
Anna groaned and put her hand to her stomach. "Please, I do not want to know this," she joked.
She knew Dave was trying to avoid asking how bad his gunshot wound was. She understood, though. Not in the physical way, but Dave was her brother…she knew him. He didn't care about himself. She knew plenty of people who thought that, but they were wrong. If they had seen how he took care of her when they were kids…they'd be biting their tongue.
"So, where's everybody else?" Dave asked, shaking Anna from her train of thought.
"Uh, they're outside," she told him, "they're hanging out with Randi at the front desk."
"Oh," Dave replied, quietly.
"They were in here earlier, bro," she assured.
"Yeah, no, it's not that I don't think they were in here with me…" Dave trailed.
"Don't worry, Dave, I'm not going to force you to talk about it," Anna offered, knowing that Dave didn't like to show his emotions.
Dave sighed and closed his eyes. Anna squinted at the sight before her. In all of the time she had spent with Dave, he had never looked more helpless than he did now. She didn't know what to do. Dave had always been the strong one. He had always protect her, he stood up for her when people were teasing and harassing her…he had always been her hero. And he still was.
"Dave?"
He nodded his head to signal he was listening.
"Uh, I'm going to go tell the others that you're awake, 'kay?" she said.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. After a moment or two, he nodded again. "OK…you're going to come back, right?" he asked, worriedly.
"Dave…of course I'm going to come back," she exclaimed, "I would never leave you if you needed me."
Dave smiled. "Good, because I'm getting a little hungry…" he teased.
Anna stood up and gave him a little punch on the arm. "You jerk," she teased back. She bent down, gave him a squeeze on his good shoulder, and kissed his forehead. She brushed back a lock of hair that was out of place and saw a scar. She remembered that scar…their father had been drunk once again and Anna had been in danger of getting hit until Dave had saved her and pushed her up into her room where he told her to lock the door and not come out until he came to get her. After that, their father had grabbed him and dragged him back downstairs. It had been over an hour before Dave had gone back to her room to comfort her. He had been soaked in his own blood…she shuddered. She wanted to get the thoughts out of her mind.
"Anna?" Dave's voice called, jolting her back to reality once again.
"Uh, yeah?" she asked, nervously.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving, you big lug," she replied with a forced laugh, "I'll be back soon, OK?"
"Yeah, OK…hey, Anna?" Dave said, stopping her before she walked out the hospital door.
She turned. "Yeah, Dave?"
He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She chuckled, amused that Dave was still using their little signal they had used when they were kids. She smiled back and returned the thumbs up. She gave a little wave and pushed open the door. She walked toward the admit desk where Randi, Brooke, Dylan, and Sam were standing. Dave was going to be OK and that's all that mattered to her.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I've had pretty much the same disclaimer for the past 8 chapters…you figure it out.
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Dave's eyes fluttered opened. He looked around the room, confused. He didn't recognize where he was…then it all came rushing back to him: Mrs. Davis, Lana, Cassidy, Mister Davis, a gun…a gunshot…he remembered the hot pain he had felt in his shoulder and he looked at it. He pushed back his hospital gown to reveal a large bandage. He groaned. He heard a shuffle and his head shot to the right. It was Anna. She had been sleeping and now she opened her eyes to see her older brother.
"Anna?" he asked.
"Hey, loser," she replied with a small smile.
Dave gave a small laugh. "You know, when most people get hurt, their families support them," he said, jokingly.
"Yeah, well, you're not most people, you're you," she retorted.
Dave laughed. They spent the next minute looking down at each other.
"How…how are the Davis girls?" Dave asked, remembering them.
"Oh, they're fine, Dave," Anna replied, "they went back home. Mr. Davis was arrested."
Dave nodded. He was glad to hear that. "Did anyone else get hurt?" he questioned.
"No, everyone's fine."
"How about that kid who jumped Davis?"
"He's OK, too, with the exception of an apparent flu because he threw up on the floor…let me tell you something, it wasn't pretty."
Dave laughed. "Yeah, well, when you actually get thrown up on enough times, you get used to the messes on the floor."
Anna groaned and put her hand to her stomach. "Please, I do not want to know this," she joked.
She knew Dave was trying to avoid asking how bad his gunshot wound was. She understood, though. Not in the physical way, but Dave was her brother…she knew him. He didn't care about himself. She knew plenty of people who thought that, but they were wrong. If they had seen how he took care of her when they were kids…they'd be biting their tongue.
"So, where's everybody else?" Dave asked, shaking Anna from her train of thought.
"Uh, they're outside," she told him, "they're hanging out with Randi at the front desk."
"Oh," Dave replied, quietly.
"They were in here earlier, bro," she assured.
"Yeah, no, it's not that I don't think they were in here with me…" Dave trailed.
"Don't worry, Dave, I'm not going to force you to talk about it," Anna offered, knowing that Dave didn't like to show his emotions.
Dave sighed and closed his eyes. Anna squinted at the sight before her. In all of the time she had spent with Dave, he had never looked more helpless than he did now. She didn't know what to do. Dave had always been the strong one. He had always protect her, he stood up for her when people were teasing and harassing her…he had always been her hero. And he still was.
"Dave?"
He nodded his head to signal he was listening.
"Uh, I'm going to go tell the others that you're awake, 'kay?" she said.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. After a moment or two, he nodded again. "OK…you're going to come back, right?" he asked, worriedly.
"Dave…of course I'm going to come back," she exclaimed, "I would never leave you if you needed me."
Dave smiled. "Good, because I'm getting a little hungry…" he teased.
Anna stood up and gave him a little punch on the arm. "You jerk," she teased back. She bent down, gave him a squeeze on his good shoulder, and kissed his forehead. She brushed back a lock of hair that was out of place and saw a scar. She remembered that scar…their father had been drunk once again and Anna had been in danger of getting hit until Dave had saved her and pushed her up into her room where he told her to lock the door and not come out until he came to get her. After that, their father had grabbed him and dragged him back downstairs. It had been over an hour before Dave had gone back to her room to comfort her. He had been soaked in his own blood…she shuddered. She wanted to get the thoughts out of her mind.
"Anna?" Dave's voice called, jolting her back to reality once again.
"Uh, yeah?" she asked, nervously.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving, you big lug," she replied with a forced laugh, "I'll be back soon, OK?"
"Yeah, OK…hey, Anna?" Dave said, stopping her before she walked out the hospital door.
She turned. "Yeah, Dave?"
He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She chuckled, amused that Dave was still using their little signal they had used when they were kids. She smiled back and returned the thumbs up. She gave a little wave and pushed open the door. She walked toward the admit desk where Randi, Brooke, Dylan, and Sam were standing. Dave was going to be OK and that's all that mattered to her.