"Colin's pulled through just fine," said Dr. Andrew Brown, passing a smile
to the people in the waiting room.
Everyone let out a breath of relief. Colin's mother went to give the doctor a friendly hug, and his father shook Andy's hand. Dr. Brown looked at Ephram, but the boy's expression was unreadable. The young man made eye contact with his father, looked away, and then put on his sly, purely "Ephram" smirk.
Another victory for Golden Boy, thought Ephram. But he knew, deep inside, that he could never be happy if Colin had died and Ephram wasn't on good terms with him. When Colin recovered, Ephram planned to apologize . . . despite the fact that he hadn't done anything wrong.
He glanced over at Amy, stared at her beaming smile and the tears that were welling up in her eyes. His eyes then drifted over to Bright, who was also grinning, hugging people in the room, and on the verge of crying.
He felt Amy watching him, but he couldn't bear to look at her, so he laughed and ran to his father to congratulate him.
***
"How long will Colin be in the hospital?" the boy asked Andy during the drive home.
"A few weeks, at the very least."
"Was the surgery hard?" He paused, corrected himself, "Stupid question. 'Is brain surgery hard.' I meant, were there any problems?"
"A few," Dr. Brown admitted, "but it turned out okay. All's well that ends well, right?"
"Yeah, I guess," Ephram agreed. He was quiet as the car skidded to a halt on their driveway. "Dad?"
"Yeah, Ephram?"
"Thank you. Thanks for saving him. He deserves it."
Andy smiled softly. "No problem. But just a little advice: never become a brain surgeon."
"All right; no offense, but it was never exactly my life's ambition. Why not?"
"Colin was lucky. This was his second miracle this year. But I could have killed a boy today and that's strange to think about. When you're a brain surgeon, one minute you're a hero, the next you're a murderer."
Ephram was silent as he watched his father step out of the car and over to Nina's to pick up Delia.
To be continued. . . .
Thank you for reading! This is my first attempt at fan fiction. If you're wondering where the story will lead, I'm planning on having some interaction between Amy and Delia soon. Please review, thanks!
--Elle
Everyone let out a breath of relief. Colin's mother went to give the doctor a friendly hug, and his father shook Andy's hand. Dr. Brown looked at Ephram, but the boy's expression was unreadable. The young man made eye contact with his father, looked away, and then put on his sly, purely "Ephram" smirk.
Another victory for Golden Boy, thought Ephram. But he knew, deep inside, that he could never be happy if Colin had died and Ephram wasn't on good terms with him. When Colin recovered, Ephram planned to apologize . . . despite the fact that he hadn't done anything wrong.
He glanced over at Amy, stared at her beaming smile and the tears that were welling up in her eyes. His eyes then drifted over to Bright, who was also grinning, hugging people in the room, and on the verge of crying.
He felt Amy watching him, but he couldn't bear to look at her, so he laughed and ran to his father to congratulate him.
***
"How long will Colin be in the hospital?" the boy asked Andy during the drive home.
"A few weeks, at the very least."
"Was the surgery hard?" He paused, corrected himself, "Stupid question. 'Is brain surgery hard.' I meant, were there any problems?"
"A few," Dr. Brown admitted, "but it turned out okay. All's well that ends well, right?"
"Yeah, I guess," Ephram agreed. He was quiet as the car skidded to a halt on their driveway. "Dad?"
"Yeah, Ephram?"
"Thank you. Thanks for saving him. He deserves it."
Andy smiled softly. "No problem. But just a little advice: never become a brain surgeon."
"All right; no offense, but it was never exactly my life's ambition. Why not?"
"Colin was lucky. This was his second miracle this year. But I could have killed a boy today and that's strange to think about. When you're a brain surgeon, one minute you're a hero, the next you're a murderer."
Ephram was silent as he watched his father step out of the car and over to Nina's to pick up Delia.
To be continued. . . .
Thank you for reading! This is my first attempt at fan fiction. If you're wondering where the story will lead, I'm planning on having some interaction between Amy and Delia soon. Please review, thanks!
--Elle
