Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are not mine nor are the Tracy family (sadly);
they belong to Gerry Anderson & Co, as does the episode referred to (Terror
in New York City).
Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone for their encouragement, praise, etc. I am so grateful!!!!!!
And just a little note to Quick Cheetah – thank you for your views on my story. My mum is a diabetic - she inspired me to write this story – and she also is like your childhood friend. Taking that on board, I have therefore mentioned in this chapter that not all diabetics suffer like poor Virgil! That's just me, because I'm mean!
On with the story!
Fate By Suzi Roberts
Chapter 4 – Diagnosis – Part Two.
Virgil looked from his father to Scott, Scott to Gordon, Gordon to Tin-Tin, and Tin-Tin to Alan.
"Tell me what?" He repeated.
"Err... Virgil..." Jeff looked down toward the floor. "Dr Krauss has called Emergency Services. You need to be taken to the mainland for tests and treatment."
"Well, hasn't the doctor found out what's wrong?"
"He thinks you might be diabetic, Virgil. But without tests we can't be sure of it."
"Oh." That was all Virgil said. Jeff couldn't bring himself to tell Virgil the rest of the diagnosis. Not now. Besides, Virgil would be fine.
Wouldn't he?
*****
The buzz of the Emergency Helijet roared over the island as it touched down on the runway, blowing the beautiful palm trees violently to one side.
Jeff was the first to leave the villa; Virgil's suitcase in hand. Virgil, who was walking shakily, aided by Scott, closely followed him, looking very unhappy at the prospect of a trip to hospital.
He hated to being examined by a doctor.
He hated hospitals.
Could this day get any worse? He wondered to himself, as Scott guided him up the steps and into the huge craft that would take him to his destiny.
Virgil sat down miserably in one of the passenger seats.
"Hey, bro, come on. It's not THAT bad," said Scott, trying to be reassuring, though knowing all the while Virgil hated hospitals as much as he did, if not MORE.
"Yes it is, Scott. Who's going to look after base? Dad and you will be with me. There's only Gordon, Alan and Tin-Tin at home."
Scott looked at his feet.
"I'm sorry, Virg. Dad's insisted I stay here and operate the base. Alan can fly Thunderbird 1, and Gordon HAS been taught to fly Thunderbird 2..."
Virgil rolled his eyes in despair at the thought of his beautiful machine being handled by his kid brother.
"...and he can take Brains with him. Don't worry, Virg! You won't be away for long!"
Giving his younger brother's shoulder a firm squeeze, Scott turned back down the steps the way he had come.
"Oh, Scott," Jeff said as his eldest son left the jet. "I'm sorry to leave this in your hands, but could you break the news to Kyrano, John and your grandmother?"
Scott nodded.
Jeff wished he had had time to tell them himself; but Virgil needed him now.
The engines roared and they took off.
*******
Jeff stared at the clock on the wall of the waiting room. Two hours could go by so slowly when you were waiting for something.
Especially something like this.
They had arrived at the hospital less than an hour after take off. Virgil, despite his protests that he was perfectly capable of walking now, was taken in by wheelchair and seen to immediately. Jeff had just gotten the chance to wish his son luck as he was taken away. He'd been waiting here ever since.
Each time a nurse or doctor walked in to the room Jeff practically shot out of his seat.
Each one had come to take in somebody else.
Jeff waited.
The room had been empty a while now; a rare sight. All that time alone had got Jeff thinking.
What would happen if Virgil did have a stroke?
Or if he went blind?
How would he cope?
Virgil was active, lively, and HATED being bedridden. Even before, after Thunderbird Two had been shot down by the US Sentinel, and Virgil had been injured, he'd hated staying in bed all the time, doing nothing but watch TV.
Virgil also loved his job at International Rescue and it would break his heart if he were incapable of flying Thunderbird Two.
Jeff waited.
Doctors came and went.
Jeff shook his head. Surely, all these tests were only precautions. Just to check everything was OK. Jeff had known many diabetic people in his time; none of the ones he'd known had suffered all this. True, they had been told to be careful, and there were risks, but other than that, they'd lived perfectly healthy lives.
Jeff waited.
He didn't want to wait any longer. He just wanted to know why a few blood tests and so on were taking such a long time to be carried out.
He began to pace the floor.
The door of the waiting room opened and a middle-aged man walked in.
"Mr Tracy?"
Jeff looked up from the floor, never so glad to hear the sound of his own name.
The doctor smiled.
"I'm Dr Jackson. If you'd like to come to my office, I'd like us to discuss the condition of your son."
Jeff followed him nervously, not at all expecting the news that waited for him round the next corner.
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End Note: Dedicated to my mum (the inspiration) as she is in hospital. Sorry to leave you on edge! Chapter 5 coming soon, I promise, and please review! (I'm not nagging...am I?)
Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone for their encouragement, praise, etc. I am so grateful!!!!!!
And just a little note to Quick Cheetah – thank you for your views on my story. My mum is a diabetic - she inspired me to write this story – and she also is like your childhood friend. Taking that on board, I have therefore mentioned in this chapter that not all diabetics suffer like poor Virgil! That's just me, because I'm mean!
On with the story!
Fate By Suzi Roberts
Chapter 4 – Diagnosis – Part Two.
Virgil looked from his father to Scott, Scott to Gordon, Gordon to Tin-Tin, and Tin-Tin to Alan.
"Tell me what?" He repeated.
"Err... Virgil..." Jeff looked down toward the floor. "Dr Krauss has called Emergency Services. You need to be taken to the mainland for tests and treatment."
"Well, hasn't the doctor found out what's wrong?"
"He thinks you might be diabetic, Virgil. But without tests we can't be sure of it."
"Oh." That was all Virgil said. Jeff couldn't bring himself to tell Virgil the rest of the diagnosis. Not now. Besides, Virgil would be fine.
Wouldn't he?
*****
The buzz of the Emergency Helijet roared over the island as it touched down on the runway, blowing the beautiful palm trees violently to one side.
Jeff was the first to leave the villa; Virgil's suitcase in hand. Virgil, who was walking shakily, aided by Scott, closely followed him, looking very unhappy at the prospect of a trip to hospital.
He hated to being examined by a doctor.
He hated hospitals.
Could this day get any worse? He wondered to himself, as Scott guided him up the steps and into the huge craft that would take him to his destiny.
Virgil sat down miserably in one of the passenger seats.
"Hey, bro, come on. It's not THAT bad," said Scott, trying to be reassuring, though knowing all the while Virgil hated hospitals as much as he did, if not MORE.
"Yes it is, Scott. Who's going to look after base? Dad and you will be with me. There's only Gordon, Alan and Tin-Tin at home."
Scott looked at his feet.
"I'm sorry, Virg. Dad's insisted I stay here and operate the base. Alan can fly Thunderbird 1, and Gordon HAS been taught to fly Thunderbird 2..."
Virgil rolled his eyes in despair at the thought of his beautiful machine being handled by his kid brother.
"...and he can take Brains with him. Don't worry, Virg! You won't be away for long!"
Giving his younger brother's shoulder a firm squeeze, Scott turned back down the steps the way he had come.
"Oh, Scott," Jeff said as his eldest son left the jet. "I'm sorry to leave this in your hands, but could you break the news to Kyrano, John and your grandmother?"
Scott nodded.
Jeff wished he had had time to tell them himself; but Virgil needed him now.
The engines roared and they took off.
*******
Jeff stared at the clock on the wall of the waiting room. Two hours could go by so slowly when you were waiting for something.
Especially something like this.
They had arrived at the hospital less than an hour after take off. Virgil, despite his protests that he was perfectly capable of walking now, was taken in by wheelchair and seen to immediately. Jeff had just gotten the chance to wish his son luck as he was taken away. He'd been waiting here ever since.
Each time a nurse or doctor walked in to the room Jeff practically shot out of his seat.
Each one had come to take in somebody else.
Jeff waited.
The room had been empty a while now; a rare sight. All that time alone had got Jeff thinking.
What would happen if Virgil did have a stroke?
Or if he went blind?
How would he cope?
Virgil was active, lively, and HATED being bedridden. Even before, after Thunderbird Two had been shot down by the US Sentinel, and Virgil had been injured, he'd hated staying in bed all the time, doing nothing but watch TV.
Virgil also loved his job at International Rescue and it would break his heart if he were incapable of flying Thunderbird Two.
Jeff waited.
Doctors came and went.
Jeff shook his head. Surely, all these tests were only precautions. Just to check everything was OK. Jeff had known many diabetic people in his time; none of the ones he'd known had suffered all this. True, they had been told to be careful, and there were risks, but other than that, they'd lived perfectly healthy lives.
Jeff waited.
He didn't want to wait any longer. He just wanted to know why a few blood tests and so on were taking such a long time to be carried out.
He began to pace the floor.
The door of the waiting room opened and a middle-aged man walked in.
"Mr Tracy?"
Jeff looked up from the floor, never so glad to hear the sound of his own name.
The doctor smiled.
"I'm Dr Jackson. If you'd like to come to my office, I'd like us to discuss the condition of your son."
Jeff followed him nervously, not at all expecting the news that waited for him round the next corner.
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End Note: Dedicated to my mum (the inspiration) as she is in hospital. Sorry to leave you on edge! Chapter 5 coming soon, I promise, and please review! (I'm not nagging...am I?)
