Chapter 11
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Artemis Sr. and Angeline staggered into the waiting room, crying.
"Why did he have to get sick, Timmy?" Angeline wailed. "Why? He's so young... so young..."
"I know, darling, I know. It isn't fair." Artemis Sr. wondered at the circumstance's irony. He had pressured his son to turn honest- and was doing so killing the boy?
They were led into the room Artemis was in. The doctor looked at them, and shugged. "He's still talking gibberish. I didn't tell him anything, just let him talk. You may have better luck, though." As he went for the door, he added, "I honestly don't know what to tell you. I'd say he'll get better, but I don't know. And I don't know if I'd believe that there is no risk of a coma. But I'll leave you to him, now."
He left. Angeline sat down in the chair by his bed.
"Arty? Arty, dear, It's me. Your mother, dear. Can you hear me?"
Artemis turned his head toward her, and opened blurry eyes. "Mother?"
"Yes, dear. And Father too."
"Daddy? And Butler?"
"Butler is at home, son," Artemis Sr. chimed in. "Are you feeling better?"
"Is- is Butler getting Holly?"
Angeline looked up at her husband, not knowing what to say. Artemis Sr. spoke up.
"Yes, he went home in a terrible rush to get her."
"He'll get her."
"Yes."
"And then she'll heal me, and we'll be fine."
"Of course, son."
"I feel better now."
"Good. Try and sleep a little, now."
"Father-" Artemis slurred, trying to articulate, "I- in Helsinki- It was the Mafiya- and in Murmansk-" He couldn't get it out. "I tried, Daddy, I had no choice."
"I- I understand, son." It was better to set his son's mind at ease. Who knew what the poor boy was talking about, but it was better this way.
"I couldn't tell you- I hadn't known, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I tried, Daddy, I tried." There were tears running down his cheeks.
Angeline felt tears pouring down her face. She looked up, and there was a wet trail over Timmy's cheeks as well. What ever had just happened, it meant a lot to all three of them.
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That wasn't too bad, was it?
If you couldn't tell, Artemis was trying to tell his father that he saved him, and that he was sorry for shooting him and everything... I'll go in a corner now. I'm sorry.
Please review.
More from the Fowls
Artemis Sr. and Angeline staggered into the waiting room, crying.
"Why did he have to get sick, Timmy?" Angeline wailed. "Why? He's so young... so young..."
"I know, darling, I know. It isn't fair." Artemis Sr. wondered at the circumstance's irony. He had pressured his son to turn honest- and was doing so killing the boy?
They were led into the room Artemis was in. The doctor looked at them, and shugged. "He's still talking gibberish. I didn't tell him anything, just let him talk. You may have better luck, though." As he went for the door, he added, "I honestly don't know what to tell you. I'd say he'll get better, but I don't know. And I don't know if I'd believe that there is no risk of a coma. But I'll leave you to him, now."
He left. Angeline sat down in the chair by his bed.
"Arty? Arty, dear, It's me. Your mother, dear. Can you hear me?"
Artemis turned his head toward her, and opened blurry eyes. "Mother?"
"Yes, dear. And Father too."
"Daddy? And Butler?"
"Butler is at home, son," Artemis Sr. chimed in. "Are you feeling better?"
"Is- is Butler getting Holly?"
Angeline looked up at her husband, not knowing what to say. Artemis Sr. spoke up.
"Yes, he went home in a terrible rush to get her."
"He'll get her."
"Yes."
"And then she'll heal me, and we'll be fine."
"Of course, son."
"I feel better now."
"Good. Try and sleep a little, now."
"Father-" Artemis slurred, trying to articulate, "I- in Helsinki- It was the Mafiya- and in Murmansk-" He couldn't get it out. "I tried, Daddy, I had no choice."
"I- I understand, son." It was better to set his son's mind at ease. Who knew what the poor boy was talking about, but it was better this way.
"I couldn't tell you- I hadn't known, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I tried, Daddy, I tried." There were tears running down his cheeks.
Angeline felt tears pouring down her face. She looked up, and there was a wet trail over Timmy's cheeks as well. What ever had just happened, it meant a lot to all three of them.
================================================================
That wasn't too bad, was it?
If you couldn't tell, Artemis was trying to tell his father that he saved him, and that he was sorry for shooting him and everything... I'll go in a corner now. I'm sorry.
Please review.
