No Longer Wanted
Everwood Fanfiction
A Fanfiction set after "Home"
Summary: Colin Hart has died and for the citizens of Everwood nothing will ever be the same again. The whole town is in utter shock and grief. Andy Brown has failed for the first time in his career as a neurosurgeon. The town, in shock, blames Andy for Colin's death as does Amy Abbott, Colin's girlfriend. Upset, she begins to fall into a depression. Bright, her brother, is also deeply hurt by the loss of his former best friend and wonders if he should have stuck by him the whole time. Ephram and Andy too feel guilty over Colin's death. Ephram's guilt and grief starts to take over his life and Andy feels helpless to do anything for anybody, even for his own son.
Prologue
Colin's Death
The waiting had been torture for everyone, especially the Hart's, Ephram knew. He looked at the clock on the wall. And then he heard footsteps approaching the room. He looked up and saw the grim expression on his father's face. The news was to be anything but good.
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, but Colin has died. He had too much bleeding. I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry."
Ephram did not want to believe his father. And no one else did either.
"No, no, this can't be," he heard the Hart's say over their tears. Amy, on the other hand, was speechless, crying too hard to even think. The reality had yet to set in.
"I'm sorry," Ephram's father said again. But no words were going to comfort the Hart's or the Abbott's. Colin was gone and nothing could change that.
This was going to all be blamed on Andy Brown. Dr. Brown, his father, had failed for the first time in his career as a neurosurgeon. This time it would be worse, Ephram knew, for his father had known far too much about Colin. Ephram didn't know if his father could handle another tragedy so soon. For that matter, he didn't know if he could handle another one either.
The death of his mother had rocked his little corner of the world, and the death of Colin would rock the town of Everwood, Colorado.
Ephram was sure of this. Colin mattered to so many people in this town. He, after all, had been the golden boy of Everwood. A person many people had liked and respected. He wondered if he should have been more like them, more sympathetic. Then again, the people in the town knew who Colin really was. Ephram only knew Colin the second.
The Colin, who was so different after the accident, the Colin who had become violent. Ephram knew he shouldn't feel guilty, but still he did. He should have stayed by Colin the whole time. Instead he had let his jealous feelings get in the way of a new friendship.
Ephram looked over at Amy. Colin's girlfriend and the girl of his dreams. He saw the hurt and the tears in her eyes, and could not bear to watch her any longer. He tore his eyes away from her and looked at his father, instead.
Ephram could see the guilt in his father's eyes as well. Ephram knew his father was torn inside at having failed a patient and his patient's loved ones. Ephram stood up and slowly walked over to his father.
He didn't know what to do right then. But he hugged his father, knowing he needed comfort. He just didn't know what to say.
"Dad, I," Ephram stammered. But he couldn't go on. Should I tell him that he tried his best? No, those words even seem hollow to me. No words seemed right. He let go of his father, then.
"Let's go, dad," he whispered. He could not stand being in this place any longer with everyone's grief. He felt like crying too, but would not, for his father's sake.
His father looked at him, gratefully. But Andy knew he would not be leaving any time soon. Once the Hart's had recovered, he would be answering a lot of questions. Escape was not an option for New York's most famous neurosurgeon.
Ephram looked at his father and saw what he was thinking. He wanted to leave, but his father was trapped and couldn't go. Feeling slightly nauseated by the hospital's sterile smell, Ephram went to sit back down. He felt as if he had been here too often in the past year and he never wanted to come back. This place, in the future, he knew, would stir up too many memories.
Too many painful ones, he thought, as the nausea was replaced by dizziness. He thought back to a few months ago when Amy had first taken him to visit her boyfriend. The knowledge that she loved some one else had hurt more deeply than he let on. When he had kissed her, the night they had been on a field trip, it seemed as if his wildest dreams had come true. But Amy had remained faithful and shattered his dreams once more.
His heart had felt like breaking, then, into a million pieces. Like glass, Ephram thought now. Everyone in the room seemed so fragile, especially his father, and Ephram could not bear it. He had to leave, so he did. He got up and exited the hospital into the bright warm sun, a comfort in his grief. Everyone present in the room, noticed his departure, but not even his father went to find out why he left.
Ephram looked at the mountains in the distance, wishing for some odd reason that he could be there even though it was nearing summer and the snow was probably melting. Somehow, he felt drawn to them. Everwood was his home, now, every part of it, including them. That must be why he felt drawn to them. It led him to another memory, another recent one of a lost deer and how he had felt then, lost in this little town of Everwood, wishing for his home, back in New York.
He had made a new home though, over, in Everwood, Colorado. He hoped the deer had made a new one too. Ephram sighed and again his thoughts traveled back to his guilt over not having stuck by Colin and to of course, Amy. How was she holding up? He wanted to comfort her but the hospital had become unbearable. Again, he thought back to another memory. He could have caused her less grief too. He was the one who told her to go back to her boyfriend, but now, he realized he was glad he did. His words and the bitter cold, was what he remembered most clearly about that night.
Ephram began to walk down a street of Denver. People were passing by oblivious to the tragedy inside of the hospital. It suddenly made Ephram feel a bit angry. He wanted to shout to them, "Why are you so damn happy!" It made Ephram feel a little sick inside how people could be so happy on a day like this. How they could be so oblivious and how they could pass by with their happy little lives without a fucking care in the world. This was how it had been with his mother's death, as well. Ephram had felt that way about the world for weeks. He saw the bus stop, the one he and Amy took to get to Denver one time. Or was it twice? The bus was pulling up and Ephram walked purposefully towards it, and got on.
"Everwood, Colorado." He said, quickly and sat in a seat by himself at the back of the bus, where no one would look at him. Now, Ephram began to cry silently.
Everwood Fanfiction
A Fanfiction set after "Home"
Summary: Colin Hart has died and for the citizens of Everwood nothing will ever be the same again. The whole town is in utter shock and grief. Andy Brown has failed for the first time in his career as a neurosurgeon. The town, in shock, blames Andy for Colin's death as does Amy Abbott, Colin's girlfriend. Upset, she begins to fall into a depression. Bright, her brother, is also deeply hurt by the loss of his former best friend and wonders if he should have stuck by him the whole time. Ephram and Andy too feel guilty over Colin's death. Ephram's guilt and grief starts to take over his life and Andy feels helpless to do anything for anybody, even for his own son.
Prologue
Colin's Death
The waiting had been torture for everyone, especially the Hart's, Ephram knew. He looked at the clock on the wall. And then he heard footsteps approaching the room. He looked up and saw the grim expression on his father's face. The news was to be anything but good.
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, but Colin has died. He had too much bleeding. I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry."
Ephram did not want to believe his father. And no one else did either.
"No, no, this can't be," he heard the Hart's say over their tears. Amy, on the other hand, was speechless, crying too hard to even think. The reality had yet to set in.
"I'm sorry," Ephram's father said again. But no words were going to comfort the Hart's or the Abbott's. Colin was gone and nothing could change that.
This was going to all be blamed on Andy Brown. Dr. Brown, his father, had failed for the first time in his career as a neurosurgeon. This time it would be worse, Ephram knew, for his father had known far too much about Colin. Ephram didn't know if his father could handle another tragedy so soon. For that matter, he didn't know if he could handle another one either.
The death of his mother had rocked his little corner of the world, and the death of Colin would rock the town of Everwood, Colorado.
Ephram was sure of this. Colin mattered to so many people in this town. He, after all, had been the golden boy of Everwood. A person many people had liked and respected. He wondered if he should have been more like them, more sympathetic. Then again, the people in the town knew who Colin really was. Ephram only knew Colin the second.
The Colin, who was so different after the accident, the Colin who had become violent. Ephram knew he shouldn't feel guilty, but still he did. He should have stayed by Colin the whole time. Instead he had let his jealous feelings get in the way of a new friendship.
Ephram looked over at Amy. Colin's girlfriend and the girl of his dreams. He saw the hurt and the tears in her eyes, and could not bear to watch her any longer. He tore his eyes away from her and looked at his father, instead.
Ephram could see the guilt in his father's eyes as well. Ephram knew his father was torn inside at having failed a patient and his patient's loved ones. Ephram stood up and slowly walked over to his father.
He didn't know what to do right then. But he hugged his father, knowing he needed comfort. He just didn't know what to say.
"Dad, I," Ephram stammered. But he couldn't go on. Should I tell him that he tried his best? No, those words even seem hollow to me. No words seemed right. He let go of his father, then.
"Let's go, dad," he whispered. He could not stand being in this place any longer with everyone's grief. He felt like crying too, but would not, for his father's sake.
His father looked at him, gratefully. But Andy knew he would not be leaving any time soon. Once the Hart's had recovered, he would be answering a lot of questions. Escape was not an option for New York's most famous neurosurgeon.
Ephram looked at his father and saw what he was thinking. He wanted to leave, but his father was trapped and couldn't go. Feeling slightly nauseated by the hospital's sterile smell, Ephram went to sit back down. He felt as if he had been here too often in the past year and he never wanted to come back. This place, in the future, he knew, would stir up too many memories.
Too many painful ones, he thought, as the nausea was replaced by dizziness. He thought back to a few months ago when Amy had first taken him to visit her boyfriend. The knowledge that she loved some one else had hurt more deeply than he let on. When he had kissed her, the night they had been on a field trip, it seemed as if his wildest dreams had come true. But Amy had remained faithful and shattered his dreams once more.
His heart had felt like breaking, then, into a million pieces. Like glass, Ephram thought now. Everyone in the room seemed so fragile, especially his father, and Ephram could not bear it. He had to leave, so he did. He got up and exited the hospital into the bright warm sun, a comfort in his grief. Everyone present in the room, noticed his departure, but not even his father went to find out why he left.
Ephram looked at the mountains in the distance, wishing for some odd reason that he could be there even though it was nearing summer and the snow was probably melting. Somehow, he felt drawn to them. Everwood was his home, now, every part of it, including them. That must be why he felt drawn to them. It led him to another memory, another recent one of a lost deer and how he had felt then, lost in this little town of Everwood, wishing for his home, back in New York.
He had made a new home though, over, in Everwood, Colorado. He hoped the deer had made a new one too. Ephram sighed and again his thoughts traveled back to his guilt over not having stuck by Colin and to of course, Amy. How was she holding up? He wanted to comfort her but the hospital had become unbearable. Again, he thought back to another memory. He could have caused her less grief too. He was the one who told her to go back to her boyfriend, but now, he realized he was glad he did. His words and the bitter cold, was what he remembered most clearly about that night.
Ephram began to walk down a street of Denver. People were passing by oblivious to the tragedy inside of the hospital. It suddenly made Ephram feel a bit angry. He wanted to shout to them, "Why are you so damn happy!" It made Ephram feel a little sick inside how people could be so happy on a day like this. How they could be so oblivious and how they could pass by with their happy little lives without a fucking care in the world. This was how it had been with his mother's death, as well. Ephram had felt that way about the world for weeks. He saw the bus stop, the one he and Amy took to get to Denver one time. Or was it twice? The bus was pulling up and Ephram walked purposefully towards it, and got on.
"Everwood, Colorado." He said, quickly and sat in a seat by himself at the back of the bus, where no one would look at him. Now, Ephram began to cry silently.