I've decided where I'm going with this story... and yes it will seem weird and well... disoriented and a hack job in some spots but that is on purpose. See I have a reason for things not going like things normally would go and it's not my bad writing skills! =-)

Ephram gasped as his father laid him down on his bed. What was this sudden change that had over come his father? If he hadn't stopped he might be dead and then... and then Ephram wish would be fulfilled.

"Don't... Don't touch me..." Ephram whispered as his father began to try and set his son's broken ribs.

"I'll take you to the hospital..."

"NO! I didn't mean that... it just... it hurts..."

Andy nodded and walked out of the room, Ephram was glad, maybe now he would be left alone to think about his misery. That is, after all, what he wanted.

He gasped as his father put a needle in his arm. When had he come back in here? He had only left seconds ago... or it seemed like seconds to Ephram. "What?" Ephram asked as the liquid inside entered his veins.

"A sedative and painkiller..." Andy said as he sat down and waited for the medicine to take a hold of his son's weak body.

~*~

When Ephram woke up the pain was unbearable, his whole body ached. He tried not to scream, tried to let his father sleep so he wouldn't anger him. But it was too much. Way too much. It was like ever muscle in his body was in pain.

He let out a little moan and then... then he gasped in pain as his ribs cried out in protest.

His father was by his side in no time. Almost like he had just appeared there, "I'm... I'm sorry..." Ephram let out, squeezing his eyes closed as the pain rose from hi chest and spread throughout is body.

"What for?" Andy asked placing a hand on Ephram's pasty forehead, "You're burning up, are you feeling alright?"

His ribs were broken and his whole body felt like one giant bruise, how was he alright? Did his father forget what he had done to him? Ephram couldn't help but glare at him, "Let me get you a glass of water..."

Ephram rolled his eyes frightened by the fact that he could no longer talk.

His throat was dry, so very dry. Why was it dry? Why in the world did he have a fever? He tried to push himself up but the pain from his right elbow made him collapse back on the bed and scream in pain.

Andy materialized right in front of him looking at him worriedly, "We all care about you," he said as he placed the glass of cold water to his lips.

'What is this? Why is he being so nice to me now? Why after all I've done... all he has done.' "Why?" Ephram managed to get out before it all became black again.

'Damn it!' He thought as he began to remember before Mother died.

Despite his father not being there or the fact that they fought every other night they were happy, during the day they smiled.

She's the one who cheated on him.

'No I won't believe it! 'He screamed in his mind 'you are the one who wasn't faithful not her... not her.'

'How can you ruin my perfect image of her? How dare you!'

Ephram woke again and was able to sit up... painfully but he was able to. His father didn't walk in; he was able to be alone with his thoughts. How long had it been? How long had he been in this bed? His legs were stiff, he was so stiff and his mind was cloudy.

He couldn't think straight. He couldn't.

He tried to stand up. Tried to but, God, he was so stiff. Everything hurt to move.

His brought his hand to his chest, it hurt. God, it hurt to breathe. Make it stop... please make it stop.

He tried to lie down so it would go away but it hurt, it didn't loosen its grip... something had a hold of his heart and it was stopping it from beating.

It hurt.

Bad.

Tears formed at his eyes as he tried not to scream but it was too much. He let out a whimper before he passed out unable, again, to make any sounds.

~*~

He was floating... all of the pain was gone... thankfully.

He shivered from the cold and, even though he didn't want to he opened his eyes. And looked around confused at where he was.

White room.

No! Hadn't he convinced him not to bring him here? Why? Why? Why?

He tried to call out but something blocked the sound. There was something down his throat. He reached to touch it and was surprised when a caring hand touched his.

It belonged to his father.

"It's okay, Ephram, the doctor's had to put a tube down your throat to help you breathe."

Had he been crying? Were those tear stains?

Ephram still tried to pull it out but his weak arms could not struggle against his father's strong grip. He looked at his father silently begging him to get it out. He wanted to speak, he wanted to ask questions. Like why had he gone against what he had said?

"I'll... I'll get the doctor..."

Don't leave me here! He tried to scream but his silent words fell against deaf ears.

Soon a doctor in a white coat walked in and began asking him questions. As soon as he asked if he wanted the tube out Ephram wanted the tube out he nodded, the pain from his body radiating through out his body with each shake.

He didn't like being effectively shuted up.

As soon as it was out and he stopped coughing he asked in a weak voice that he wouldn't believe was his, "Why?"

Andy looked at Ephram confused at that enraged Ephram even more, "Ephram what are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid with me! Why? Why?"

Andy must not have understood because he touched Ephram's hand and said, "I'm sorry... I was with a patient..."

"Why did you bring me here?" Ephram yelled as he tried to pull the I.V. out of his arm, tired of being coped up with his father, "I want to see Delia!"

"Calm down, Ephram you don't need to be moving..." Andy said as he lightly pushed on Ephram's shoulders, "You're still weak..."

"Don't you dare call me weak again! Never! I want to see Delia, where is her room?" He was off of the bed and his legs felt like they would collapse from his weight.

"Delia is with Edna, she's safe... Ephram."

The doctor left to go get something and Ephram forced him self to walk, "Don't lie to me! She's here and I want to see her!"

"Ephram... she's safe the car didn't hit her it hit..." Andy said putting a hand on his shoulder

"Don't you dare touch me! I'm tired of it! I'm not putting up with it anymore!"

"What are you talking about?" Andy asked, moving his hand away.

"Don't play dumb with me, Andy," He hissed lowering his voice pissed that he was acting like nothing happened, "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"No. No, I don't Ephram, why don't you explain it to me."

"I swear if you hurt me again I'll run and take Delia with me, I won't let you touch her... it was my fault she got hit by that damn car but I won't let you hurt her... she's been through to much."

Andy's face was stricken with grief, "I'd never hit you, Ephram. You should now that..."

Andy pulled a resisting Ephram into a hug and said, "It wasn't Delia that got hit... you saved her... it hit you."

Ephram looked up just as the doctor stuck a needle into his arm, "Dad..."

"What the hell did you do that for?" Andy yelled, "He was calming down!"

~*~

TBC

Now with the talking stage. I plan to take this some where and not just stop it short. It will get longer... as soon as my computer gets fixed... and if my dear little muse doesn't get moody and decided I don't need any of his help...