Disclaimer-Yeah, okay Arcadia July works for me too, what about you DC and Maureen? Maureen can you hook us up with some headsets? Someone should bring some chloroform just in case and cloth..if my weird limp isn't gone by then...I can serve as a decoy or something....the guards would never go after someone limping...I would hope anyways. *snickers* And even when we get them back here...I'm sorry to say, I don't think they'd be ours then either.
Sticks and Stones
Chapter 7- So....How ya feeling?
Author Notes- Okay major thanks to Jo and Colleen who beta read this for me. I know your shocked that Arcadia isn't listed here! She's not feeling well, feel better kiddo! Sorry about the long wait guys, but it was unfortuantly, unavoidable.
Thomas Kelly and Officer Scott stood in the doorway. "What are you doing here?!" Tyler snapped.
"He has a alibi for the time of the shooting."
"When Jamie was shot...I was still in detention with Caitie." It was obvious all the people in the room were mentally timing everything.
"He was." Caitie said flatly.
"Jamie, I'm so sorry." Thomas said. The look on Jamie's face was unreadable.
"Come on son, I granted you this one request, but its time for you to go." Officer Scott said, taking Thomas by the elbow and escorted him from the room. Hank hovered by Jamie's elbow.
"You okay?" He asked softly.
"Yeah. Never better." The nurse tapped lightly on the door.
"I'm sorry, but your going to have to leave now." Jamie watched as his friends sighed and bid him a farewell. He smiled the best he could and watched as they left. He had to admit, he was very glad only his mother remained. He shut his eyes and prayed he would sleep.
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When Jamie came back to awareness, before he even opened his eyes, he could tell someone other than his mother was in the room. Peeling his eyes open his vision cleared to show Peter slumped in a chair on the far side of his room.
"Peter?" Jamie's voice was slightly horse, but his brother jerked at his voice.
"Jamie!" Peter rushed over and leaned over the bed railing.
"How did you....?" Jamie let his question trail off.
"I drove all night." Jamie felt his eyes widen.
"Why?!"
"Why?! Because I was informed my only little brother was shot!" Jamie flinched at the harsh tone and Peter instantly softened his tone. "What did you think I was going to do?"
"I didn't even know anyone had told you." Jamie admitted.
"Yeah Mom called me, I hoped in my car and started driving as soon as I packed."
"You didn't have to do that." Jamie replied. Peter smiled gently.
"Hey, it got me out of classes for a few days, so its all good." Jamie returned his grin wanly.
"Yeah, all it took was this to get you to come visit." Peter squirmed.
"I guess I deserved that.....so how are you feeling?" He asked quickly changing the subject.
"Like I've been shot." Peter cringed. "Ya know, the person who said a papercut was the worst kind of pain was an idiot!"
"I bet dad would agree." Jamie stiffened. Realizing his slip Peter instantly regretted saying it. "Oh hey, I'm sorry." Jamie smiled wanly at him again and heaved a sigh.
"I know." Peter dragged a chair over to the side of the bed.
"So can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why did this have to happen to you?" Jamie opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't formulate a answer. In a surprise move, Peter threw his arms around his little brother and held on tight. He probably would have kept his tight hold if a cough from the doorway hadn't startled them both.
Whew, sorry about that wait guys! I know I sorta left ya hanging there! I apologize, but it was out of my hands! SO here ya go...as always reviews are appreciated, but not required. Sorry its so short, but hey its something!
Sticks and Stones
Chapter 7- So....How ya feeling?
Author Notes- Okay major thanks to Jo and Colleen who beta read this for me. I know your shocked that Arcadia isn't listed here! She's not feeling well, feel better kiddo! Sorry about the long wait guys, but it was unfortuantly, unavoidable.
Thomas Kelly and Officer Scott stood in the doorway. "What are you doing here?!" Tyler snapped.
"He has a alibi for the time of the shooting."
"When Jamie was shot...I was still in detention with Caitie." It was obvious all the people in the room were mentally timing everything.
"He was." Caitie said flatly.
"Jamie, I'm so sorry." Thomas said. The look on Jamie's face was unreadable.
"Come on son, I granted you this one request, but its time for you to go." Officer Scott said, taking Thomas by the elbow and escorted him from the room. Hank hovered by Jamie's elbow.
"You okay?" He asked softly.
"Yeah. Never better." The nurse tapped lightly on the door.
"I'm sorry, but your going to have to leave now." Jamie watched as his friends sighed and bid him a farewell. He smiled the best he could and watched as they left. He had to admit, he was very glad only his mother remained. He shut his eyes and prayed he would sleep.
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When Jamie came back to awareness, before he even opened his eyes, he could tell someone other than his mother was in the room. Peeling his eyes open his vision cleared to show Peter slumped in a chair on the far side of his room.
"Peter?" Jamie's voice was slightly horse, but his brother jerked at his voice.
"Jamie!" Peter rushed over and leaned over the bed railing.
"How did you....?" Jamie let his question trail off.
"I drove all night." Jamie felt his eyes widen.
"Why?!"
"Why?! Because I was informed my only little brother was shot!" Jamie flinched at the harsh tone and Peter instantly softened his tone. "What did you think I was going to do?"
"I didn't even know anyone had told you." Jamie admitted.
"Yeah Mom called me, I hoped in my car and started driving as soon as I packed."
"You didn't have to do that." Jamie replied. Peter smiled gently.
"Hey, it got me out of classes for a few days, so its all good." Jamie returned his grin wanly.
"Yeah, all it took was this to get you to come visit." Peter squirmed.
"I guess I deserved that.....so how are you feeling?" He asked quickly changing the subject.
"Like I've been shot." Peter cringed. "Ya know, the person who said a papercut was the worst kind of pain was an idiot!"
"I bet dad would agree." Jamie stiffened. Realizing his slip Peter instantly regretted saying it. "Oh hey, I'm sorry." Jamie smiled wanly at him again and heaved a sigh.
"I know." Peter dragged a chair over to the side of the bed.
"So can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why did this have to happen to you?" Jamie opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't formulate a answer. In a surprise move, Peter threw his arms around his little brother and held on tight. He probably would have kept his tight hold if a cough from the doorway hadn't startled them both.
Whew, sorry about that wait guys! I know I sorta left ya hanging there! I apologize, but it was out of my hands! SO here ya go...as always reviews are appreciated, but not required. Sorry its so short, but hey its something!