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Author Notes- Amy, It wasn't that I had writers block, as more of the lack of time, but this one, as you hoped, is in Tim's POV. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Chapter 7- Someone Smart, Someone like Wilson. (Tim's POV)
I needed to talk to someone, someone smart. I need to talk to Wilson. Slipping outside I think I can see him through the fence, but I'm not sure.
"Hey Wilson?"
"Hidey-Ho good neighbor."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just studying the stars." I look up at the night sky.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course good neighbor." He stands and turns to me. Good old reliable Wilson.
"It spread." I don't have to say anything else, Wilson already knows and he's now peering at me over the fence.
"I'm so sorry to hear that Tim." I nod mutely, taking a minute to try and gather my thoughts.
"You know, I told Jill he'd be fine and he was strong and he'd have his family's support, but I'm not sure how we're gonna give him that support."
"This is the through good times and bad times part of life Tim." Wilson replies.
"I know, but I can't believe this. He asked me why this bad stuff always had to happen to him, and I told him that bad stuff happens to me all the time."
"Tim, you cause it."
"That's exactly what he said." We're quite for a minute. "I just don't know how to help him right now. Let alone the rest of the family."
"I'm reminded of the Irish Proverb, You'll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind."
"Huh?" Wilson laughs lightly.
"It just means that you'll have to talk to your family and find out the best way to be there for each other." I nod and think that over.
"Thanks Wilson."
"Anytime good neighbor."
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I walk down into Randy's room and slam my head against the pipe. "OW!" Damn that stupid pipe.
"You okay?" Randy calls from within his room.
"Yeah." I reply rubbing my head as I walk into Randy's room. "So, you wanna talk?"
"Not really." He replies getting off his bed and turning his back to me.
"Well can I talk?" He nods.
"I know your upset, the whole family is, and we're not really sure what to do yet. But its like that Irish proverb, you can't field a turn over, if you forget your pillow."
"What?" He asks, turning and looking at me.
"Never mind, look, what I'm trying to say is we want to be here and support you, we just haven't figured out how to do it yet."
"I know." He moves and sits down on the bed and I sit down beside him.
"Your just going to go through a rough patch of life, and your mom and I, and even your brothers are gonna do everything we can to make it easier on you." I put my arm around his shoulders and pull him into a hug.
"Dad?" His voice is slightly muffled by my shirt.
"Yeah?"
"I'm not really numb anymore Dad, now I'm just really scared."
"I know, we're all really scared. Its okay." He doesn't reply and he doesn't move, I just sit there with my arm around him for a long time. Its the only thing I can think of to do to provide even the slightest bit of comfort to my son, who desperately needs it.
Author Notes- Amy, It wasn't that I had writers block, as more of the lack of time, but this one, as you hoped, is in Tim's POV. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Chapter 7- Someone Smart, Someone like Wilson. (Tim's POV)
I needed to talk to someone, someone smart. I need to talk to Wilson. Slipping outside I think I can see him through the fence, but I'm not sure.
"Hey Wilson?"
"Hidey-Ho good neighbor."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just studying the stars." I look up at the night sky.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course good neighbor." He stands and turns to me. Good old reliable Wilson.
"It spread." I don't have to say anything else, Wilson already knows and he's now peering at me over the fence.
"I'm so sorry to hear that Tim." I nod mutely, taking a minute to try and gather my thoughts.
"You know, I told Jill he'd be fine and he was strong and he'd have his family's support, but I'm not sure how we're gonna give him that support."
"This is the through good times and bad times part of life Tim." Wilson replies.
"I know, but I can't believe this. He asked me why this bad stuff always had to happen to him, and I told him that bad stuff happens to me all the time."
"Tim, you cause it."
"That's exactly what he said." We're quite for a minute. "I just don't know how to help him right now. Let alone the rest of the family."
"I'm reminded of the Irish Proverb, You'll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind."
"Huh?" Wilson laughs lightly.
"It just means that you'll have to talk to your family and find out the best way to be there for each other." I nod and think that over.
"Thanks Wilson."
"Anytime good neighbor."
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I walk down into Randy's room and slam my head against the pipe. "OW!" Damn that stupid pipe.
"You okay?" Randy calls from within his room.
"Yeah." I reply rubbing my head as I walk into Randy's room. "So, you wanna talk?"
"Not really." He replies getting off his bed and turning his back to me.
"Well can I talk?" He nods.
"I know your upset, the whole family is, and we're not really sure what to do yet. But its like that Irish proverb, you can't field a turn over, if you forget your pillow."
"What?" He asks, turning and looking at me.
"Never mind, look, what I'm trying to say is we want to be here and support you, we just haven't figured out how to do it yet."
"I know." He moves and sits down on the bed and I sit down beside him.
"Your just going to go through a rough patch of life, and your mom and I, and even your brothers are gonna do everything we can to make it easier on you." I put my arm around his shoulders and pull him into a hug.
"Dad?" His voice is slightly muffled by my shirt.
"Yeah?"
"I'm not really numb anymore Dad, now I'm just really scared."
"I know, we're all really scared. Its okay." He doesn't reply and he doesn't move, I just sit there with my arm around him for a long time. Its the only thing I can think of to do to provide even the slightest bit of comfort to my son, who desperately needs it.