Here is the next part, it is also somewhat of a tearjerker. I hope that
you like!
~*~ After Visiting Hours ~*~
Jarod walked down the hall with and air of confidence that would make anyone who saw him believe that he truly was a doctor there. He finally reached the door that he had been looking for; he was only slightly surprised that there were no Centre Sweepers at the door, but it made sense since Miss Parker knew that Broots had wanted Debbie to have as little contact with the Centre as possible. This was what made Jarod's visit possible.
He quietly opened the door and then closed it behind him. He silently walked over to the young girl's side and sat down. Now that he was in the room he let down his façade of confidence and allowed the sorrow, that he was truly feeling, to come. He had read the reports and knew that Broots was dead and that Debbie was possibly permanently paralyzed. What a hand fate had dealt her. He leaned over and as gently as a breeze brushed a stray brown curl away from her face.
The touch had been the lightest of touches, but Debbie's eyes fluttered open. Once her eyes had adjusted to the dim room she glanced over at Jarod and suddenly became confused. "You are not one of the doctors assigned to me, who are you?"
Jarod had not intended to wake her up, but he supposed that it couldn't hurt to tell her.
"My name is Jarod, and no I am not a real doctor."
Shocked recognition flashed across Debbie's face. "You were the one who helped my daddy with the mix-up a few years ago!"
Jarod nodded, surprised that she knew of him. "Yes, how did you know?"
"Daddy told me. He also said that part of his job at the Centre involved you."
"Did he say how it involved me?"
"No, but I know that he was helping in a search for you." Debbie saw his shocked expression. "I may be young, but I am not blind, deaf and stupid, I have eyes, ears and brains.and a computer hacking program." Mischief sparkled in her eyes.
Jarod raised and eyebrow. "Computer hacking, huh?"
Debbie shrugged. "My dad is - was - a techie, how could I spend my life around him and not learn some tricks of the trade?" Debbie's expression had been a playful one.until she mentioned her father, and her voice caught and she had to correct herself.
Jarod's expression became a sympathetic one. "I am so sorry, Deborah."
Debbie stared at the ceiling then looked back at Jarod. "Why?"
Jarod sat forward. "Life sometimes deals us things we don't like and we have to learn to live with them."
Debbie gave a bitter laugh. "Yeah? Well life really seems to suck right now!"
Jarod gave her a grim smile. "I know your pain, and even though it may not seem like it now, but things will get better someday."
Debbie went back to staring at the ceiling for a few moments. When she spoke it was a horse whisper. "It hurts so much!" Tears began to flow down her cheeks.
Jarod nodded then took a deep breath, looking at his clasped hands. "When I was not much younger than you are now I was told that my parents had been killed in a plane crash," Debbie glanced at him, sadness and surprise on her face. "I spent most of my life believing that.until I found out that it wasn't true. My parents are alive. I found out that I had a little brother and sister, Kyle and Emily. I found Kyle some years ago." Jarod struggled with the next sentence. "I lost him shortly there after. He had jumped in front of a bullet that was intended for me.he died in my arms."
Tears were rolling down Debbie's cheeks. "I am sorry."
"Yeah," Jarod's voice was choked. "me too."
Debbie looked away, back at the ceiling. She then took a deep breath and asked the question that was burning at the back of her mind. "Does it ever go away?" Her voice was hardly a whisper.
Jarod looked up at her. "No. But it becomes bearable. You learn to go about you everyday life, at first by just taking it one step at a time. Someday you are able to think of all the good times and be happy."
Debbie closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again they were overflowing with tears. "How? How do you do that, when it hurts so much?"
"You learn to talk about it to others." Jarod sat forward, taking her hand. "You are not alone, Debbie! You are surrounded by people how have experienced grief first hand and know what you are going through and can help you! Miss Parker lost her mother when she was young, then she lost the man she loved a few years ago. Sydney lost his brother. You can talk to them, they will listen and will help you through this.and, if you ever want to talk to me, I will be happy to listen as well. You don't have to go through this alone."
Debbie looked over at him. "You think so?"
Jarod nodded. "I know so."
Debbie bit her lip. "Thank you, Jarod."
Jarod smiled. "It was my pleasure, Deborah."
"Debbie, just call me Debbie."
Jarod smiled and nodded. Then he reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "This is for you. You could use it incase you get into trouble. The phone number for my cell, Miss Parker's cell and Sydney's cell are programmed into it." He handed it to her.
Debbie took it then looked up at Jarod with a smile but with slight confusion. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Your father was a good man; I respected him for his values and morals and often thought of him as a friend. You are a good person as well, and one who needs others right now."
Debbie smiled. "Will you come back and visit? Miss Parker and Sydney warned me that they both have to work, or they would be in a lot of trouble, my dad never really said anything, but I know that being in trouble with the Centre is bad news. So I am going to be kind of alone a lot."
Jarod smiled. "Of course, whenever I can. Take care Debbie."
"You too, thank you."
~*~ After Visiting Hours ~*~
Jarod walked down the hall with and air of confidence that would make anyone who saw him believe that he truly was a doctor there. He finally reached the door that he had been looking for; he was only slightly surprised that there were no Centre Sweepers at the door, but it made sense since Miss Parker knew that Broots had wanted Debbie to have as little contact with the Centre as possible. This was what made Jarod's visit possible.
He quietly opened the door and then closed it behind him. He silently walked over to the young girl's side and sat down. Now that he was in the room he let down his façade of confidence and allowed the sorrow, that he was truly feeling, to come. He had read the reports and knew that Broots was dead and that Debbie was possibly permanently paralyzed. What a hand fate had dealt her. He leaned over and as gently as a breeze brushed a stray brown curl away from her face.
The touch had been the lightest of touches, but Debbie's eyes fluttered open. Once her eyes had adjusted to the dim room she glanced over at Jarod and suddenly became confused. "You are not one of the doctors assigned to me, who are you?"
Jarod had not intended to wake her up, but he supposed that it couldn't hurt to tell her.
"My name is Jarod, and no I am not a real doctor."
Shocked recognition flashed across Debbie's face. "You were the one who helped my daddy with the mix-up a few years ago!"
Jarod nodded, surprised that she knew of him. "Yes, how did you know?"
"Daddy told me. He also said that part of his job at the Centre involved you."
"Did he say how it involved me?"
"No, but I know that he was helping in a search for you." Debbie saw his shocked expression. "I may be young, but I am not blind, deaf and stupid, I have eyes, ears and brains.and a computer hacking program." Mischief sparkled in her eyes.
Jarod raised and eyebrow. "Computer hacking, huh?"
Debbie shrugged. "My dad is - was - a techie, how could I spend my life around him and not learn some tricks of the trade?" Debbie's expression had been a playful one.until she mentioned her father, and her voice caught and she had to correct herself.
Jarod's expression became a sympathetic one. "I am so sorry, Deborah."
Debbie stared at the ceiling then looked back at Jarod. "Why?"
Jarod sat forward. "Life sometimes deals us things we don't like and we have to learn to live with them."
Debbie gave a bitter laugh. "Yeah? Well life really seems to suck right now!"
Jarod gave her a grim smile. "I know your pain, and even though it may not seem like it now, but things will get better someday."
Debbie went back to staring at the ceiling for a few moments. When she spoke it was a horse whisper. "It hurts so much!" Tears began to flow down her cheeks.
Jarod nodded then took a deep breath, looking at his clasped hands. "When I was not much younger than you are now I was told that my parents had been killed in a plane crash," Debbie glanced at him, sadness and surprise on her face. "I spent most of my life believing that.until I found out that it wasn't true. My parents are alive. I found out that I had a little brother and sister, Kyle and Emily. I found Kyle some years ago." Jarod struggled with the next sentence. "I lost him shortly there after. He had jumped in front of a bullet that was intended for me.he died in my arms."
Tears were rolling down Debbie's cheeks. "I am sorry."
"Yeah," Jarod's voice was choked. "me too."
Debbie looked away, back at the ceiling. She then took a deep breath and asked the question that was burning at the back of her mind. "Does it ever go away?" Her voice was hardly a whisper.
Jarod looked up at her. "No. But it becomes bearable. You learn to go about you everyday life, at first by just taking it one step at a time. Someday you are able to think of all the good times and be happy."
Debbie closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again they were overflowing with tears. "How? How do you do that, when it hurts so much?"
"You learn to talk about it to others." Jarod sat forward, taking her hand. "You are not alone, Debbie! You are surrounded by people how have experienced grief first hand and know what you are going through and can help you! Miss Parker lost her mother when she was young, then she lost the man she loved a few years ago. Sydney lost his brother. You can talk to them, they will listen and will help you through this.and, if you ever want to talk to me, I will be happy to listen as well. You don't have to go through this alone."
Debbie looked over at him. "You think so?"
Jarod nodded. "I know so."
Debbie bit her lip. "Thank you, Jarod."
Jarod smiled. "It was my pleasure, Deborah."
"Debbie, just call me Debbie."
Jarod smiled and nodded. Then he reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "This is for you. You could use it incase you get into trouble. The phone number for my cell, Miss Parker's cell and Sydney's cell are programmed into it." He handed it to her.
Debbie took it then looked up at Jarod with a smile but with slight confusion. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Your father was a good man; I respected him for his values and morals and often thought of him as a friend. You are a good person as well, and one who needs others right now."
Debbie smiled. "Will you come back and visit? Miss Parker and Sydney warned me that they both have to work, or they would be in a lot of trouble, my dad never really said anything, but I know that being in trouble with the Centre is bad news. So I am going to be kind of alone a lot."
Jarod smiled. "Of course, whenever I can. Take care Debbie."
"You too, thank you."
