Me and My Worst Enemy Brother: Chapter Six: 'Words Will Hardly Do'



I am the one to blame I suppose. I mean I did cause it to happen. And it did. I was the one who hurt him, and made him hurt himself. I didn't think, and I never knew that I could get someone into so much trouble for not thinking.

Helen is all tears right now, and Max is just really, really mad. He is so mad that I am kind of scared of him. I can't tell them how sorry I am, how I know that I was stupid. I can't ask them to forgive me, because I know that they won't.

Max made me look at Thad, to see what I did to him. To see how much I messed up. Then he yelled at me, and for one of the first times, he made sense. He made me see how wrong I had been. He made me feel so bad that I cried in front of everyone.

I didn't mean to. I promise I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't mean to.

But Max doesn't listen to what I didn't mean to do. he is just listening to the doctors telling him how badly Thad is hurt... how it will take him a long time to recover if he ever does.

Carol, Rob and the gang, Wally, Max, and Helen. they all are mad at me.

Anyway.I just thought I would tell myself that I'm sorry, I know I am.



The steady hum seemed all over the hospital. And Bart Allen did not like the noise at all. He looked down at his large hands with a slight frown. His large golden yellow eyes were bright as they stared into some unknown abyss.

'Maybe Max will talk if.' Bart strained to come up with some reason why Max would talk. Though as hard as he tried, he came up with no explanation.

He looked down at his large feet that just barely touched the hard white and black tilted floor. He shook his head, causing his thick and long brown hair to run out of place. nothing new to the boy. 'My feet are bigger than everyone else's feet. Three times the size of Max's.what a freak.'

Some where down the hall a sneeze sounded off, catching Bart's attention for a few moments. He was so bored, bored and worried, bored and worried and lonely.

It seemed like it had been forever since he was home last. Though it had only been a good two hours, and a little more. The boy blinked and looked towards his mentor's stressed expression. He had known Max for what seemed to be forever, and in all the time, he had never seen Max actually this angry, nor this stressed.

Max sat hunched over, head in hands, and jaw taking a slight under bite. His gray hair was untouched, and his clothes were beginning to wrinkle.

Bart leaned back against the chair's uncomfortable back, letting out a small sight, thinking about what had happened to bring him here.



"Shut UP! I don't want to hear it anymore!"

"You stared it yourself Bart! Can't you take it like a man?"

"You started everything! It's your fault! You ruined my life!"

Thad glared at Bart with extreme anger in his eyes. "You just can't stand to take what you dished out, can you?"

"I beat you once Thad."

"You never did, I let you Allen."

"Stop calling me that! Stop talking to me like that!"

Thad's jaw fell loose a slight bit as he shook his head in a mocking way. Steam rolled with his words, due to the cold of being outside shoveling snow. "I'm sorry that you don't like me, I really am. I am sorry that I 'ruined' your life. I am sorry that you were the one who was the original, who had to watch me come through and show you up. I am sorry that you hate me for making friends, I am sorry that people love you and are scared of me." Thad took a deep breath. "But that is life. I got that bad end of the deal, and you still can't stand me!"

Bart ran at him, stopping just a few inches from his genetic double's face. "You aren't sorry! You are just a load of crap you know that! Everything you say, everything you do. I am not scared of you anymore Thad."

"I was never scared of you Bart."

Bart blinked, holding his snow shovel with a firm grip, unable to think of anything to say.

"Listen. just. I understand that you hate me. but what am I suppose to do? You tell me? What do you want me to do?"

Bart shivered at the cold. "Leave."

"Where to Bart?" Thad spat. "Where to?"

"I don't know, away from me though!"

"You idiot, no one is going to take me in. The only place left would be back to the future. they'll kill me if I go there, Allen."

Bart took a fake swing with his snow shovel, not meaning at all to hit the boy before him, just to scare him. Yet for some reason the shovel connected with Thad's face, causing him to tumble into the road with a small yelp of pain, holding his hands to his face.

"THAD!" Bart screamed. "THAD!"



"Yes THAD! Tell us how he is!"

Bart blinked, rubbing his eyes as he looked up from the bench to see Helen yelling with a shaking voice at a doctor.

"Ma'am, please calm down. we won't know till he wakes up."

Bart shoved back into the sitting position, seeing that he had fallen asleep, sprawled over the bench, taking up a good deal of the room. He turned his eyes to Max who looked at him momentarily, then back at the doctor and Helen.

"I do believe that you are very lucky that the boy isn't dead. It would be a miracle if he left this hospital unscathed." The Doctor said firmly, looking at the young woman. "Though I cannot say I do not believe in miracles. I have seen a many of those in my time, and well." He looked at Bart for a moment, as if Bart was supposed to do something.

Bart blinked, wondering what to say.

"Just keep up hope." The doctor finished, trying to add a small smile. "The boy will live, look at it with that perspective."

"HELEN!"

Helen turned around, and saw Matt racing towards her. She fled to him, sinking into his hug. Her sobbing was so loud, so pitiful.

Bart buried his head in his arms and shuttered, hearing her blame herself, saying she should have been there, saying if only she had done something.

Bart felt a tear gently touch his skin as it slid down his cheek. 'It's my fault. not Helen's. It's mine.'



"THAD!"

Thad turned around, eyes wide with shock.

No time to vibrate.

No time to do much of anything.

He was his by the swerving car that had hit their brakes too quickly on the icy road, and thrown over the top of it, much like a doll.

"THAD!" Bart screamed, not moving from his position. "THAD!" His voice broke slightly.

The driver threw open his door, and ran to see Thad lying unconscious, bleeding all over the road, his limbs mangled, in odd slants. "My. call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

Bart was shaking so hard that he almost fell. His feet carried him at super speed into the house, throwing himself at Max who was walking towards the door.

"MAX! MAX! Thadishurt! Ididn'tmeanforhimtofalloutintheroad! Ididn'tmeanfor anythingtohappen!"

The older man gave the boy in his arms a confused look, and pushed him aside, walking calmly outside, only to see a badly wounded Thad. "No."





Bart woke with a yelp as he felt a hand lightly touch his arm. He looked up into the face of his mentor with a loud sniff, feeling that his cheeks were wet with tears from his dream.

"Matt said he would take you home." Max whispered, looking away from his protégée.

"Home?" Bart whispered back, using the back of his hand to dry his cheeks. "Alone?"

Max nodded, shutting his eyes firmly.

Bart got to his large feet and looked at the ground. "I am sorry Max. I didn't mean for him to be hurt. I-."

Max looked up at the boy and shook his head. "Thad may never be normal again. he may never walk again, me may never talk again, he may never hear again. Bart, I just don't see how you could hit him with a shovel, causing him to fall into the middle of the road!"

Bart's jaw began to quiver. "I-I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to hit him."

Matt and Helen were now walking towards them, still in a half hug.

"Lock the doors when you get home. and make sure Dox is with you." Max muttered, handing Bart his jacket. "I'm sorry too Bart. I am too."

Bart accepted the jacket, and slowly followed after Matt, who had just given Helen a silent kiss goodbye.

The ride home was terrible. Matt offered Bart to stay at his house, but Bart refused. So he was brought home.

Home to Dox, who ran at him with a puppy smile.

Bart bent down and hugged the puppy, burying his face in the thin fur coat. He let his tears fall on Dox's white coat, and Dox seemed to understand. He just sat there, silent and understanding.

"Dox!" Bart let out with a hiccup finally. "It's all my fault. I did it, I was the cause!"

The puppy licked Bart's already wet face, cocking his head.

"I really am sorry Dox. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I love Max and Helen and you. and I would never mean to." The boy broke into a rage of hiccups, holding back his tears.

He got to his feet, making his way to his room and looking at the bunk beds. "Come on Dox, lets not sleep here tonight." Bart let out, walking back to the family room and landing on the couch, pulling and afghan over his shoulders and blinking at the phone. "Night."

Then with that he lay down, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He could feel Dox cuddle beside him, gently laying his small head at Bart's feet. For some reason he knew that something was wrong.



To be continued. my wrist burns and throbs.I can't go on. need rest and ice. oh how sad *winks*.