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I have no problem with mucking out stalls. I grew up on a farm, for Pete's sake- plus I'd give anything to be with the horses.
What I do have problems with is emptying buckets fill of- well, you know.
Anthony's having great fun with this, calling me 'wench' and ordering me to bring him some more ale when I'm done. Dean, thank god, could get up and go to the bathroom by himself, as can the guy next to him- a bespectacled boy with brown hair named Adam.
As I bend down to grab the bed pan at the fourth bed, though, I'm rewarded with a kick in the back. It catches me off guard and I fall head first into some medical equipment that the hospital leant my mom.
"Kevin! Be careful!:
"I couldn't help it!" I protest. "He kicked me!"
The kid on the bed glares down at me as loud laughter comes from Anthony.
"Aw, does poor Kevie-wevie have a boo-boo?"
Sick or not, that boy's dead. I know where he sleeps.
"He got be-beat dow-down by a-a-" Danny pauses to catch his breath. "A boy in a hos-hospital bed." He laughs- which quickly turns to a hacking cough, and then he rolls over to throw up in a bucket being held by the guy in the bed next to him. . He was tall, like Danny, and had brown hair that was partially hidden by a faded baseball cap.
He waves at me, holding the bucket with his other hand. "Jason Yazbek. It's nice to meet you."
Mom steps over me to stand next to Bed Four, and she smoothes the dirty blond hair out of his face. "Spot, don't kick Kevin. He's here to help."
Yeah, you ungrateful- huh?
"Spot?" I ask Mom.
She shrugs. "He was found unconscious in the city. Apparently he was beaten up for being a 'mutie'."
I blink, feeling the tips of my ears growing red. "That's not an answer, mom."
"I don't remember." The boy mutters gruffly.
"It speaks!"
Spot just glares at Anthony, but didn't say anything else.
"We call him Spot 'cause he's so puny."
Judging by the look on Spot's face, he'd take out Anthony before I could- at least, if he was able to, he would.
"Mrs. Li? Mrs. Li, Aaron needs you."
A boy with blond hair and glasses points to the kid in the hospital bed next to him, whose face is a deep red, slowly turning purple.
"Kevin, bring that over." Mom snaps. I grab the mask attached to a air pump that my mom was talking about, and hand it to her.
The boy has curly brown hair and mocha skin everywhere except his face- which is slowly returning to it's normal color now that my mom is pumping air back into his lungs.
My mom's an amazing woman, and I love her for it.
Only I never said that, alright?
Mom takes the mask off Aaron's face, and he smiles weakly at her. "Thanks, Mrs. L." "It's nothing, Aaron." As she walks away from the bed, she pats the blonde's shoulder. "Thanks for telling me, Tyler."
Tyler just smiles admiringly at my mom.
I glare at him as I follow my mother away from the beds. She walks over to the stairs, steps on the bottom step, and turns to face the room. "Dinner, boys?"
Anthony and Dean whoop, and other boys chorus their agreement, though not as enthusiastically. Most likely because they felt like shit. One thing though, even if he's deathly sick and most likely won't be able to keep it down, no teenaged boy will EVER turn down dinner.
We're just weird that way.
I go to follow my mom upstairs, but she stops me. "Stay here. I'll be down in an hour."
"Yeah, Kevie! Stay with us."
"Screw you!" I snap at Anthony.
"Kevin!" The boys laugh as my mom scolds me, and Danny goes into another coughing fit as Jason gets the barf bucket ready.
I reluctantly turn back to the group as my mom leaves the basement.
"Hi, Friend." Anthony says in this smart-ass voice. I glare at him.
"Why don't you be social with us, Kevin?" Anthony pretends to be hurt. "I mean, it's not like we're contaminated- oh, wait. We ARE."
They guys all snicker- except for Spot, a guy who's reading a book and another one that's lying on the bed, who I haven't noticed yet.
"That's Frankie." Dean explains, following my gaze towards the corner where Frankie sits reading, and the other boy lies, doing nothing.
"The other one's Sean. I know him from before we came here. He used to be better, but now." Dean sighs. "He just lies there. He's a lot worse."
Anthony laughs. "We're taking bets on who'll croak first, him or Danny."
"Shut UP!" Danny snaps at Anthony, furious. His eyes are all watery, and he quickly focuses on something on the ground.
Anthony and the others are quiet for a second. "I'm sorry, Danny." Anthony whispers.
Nobody responds as they ignore the mention of death.
And the basement's silent except for noises from the furnace and water moving in the plumbing until my mom comes down with dinner.
---------- Okay, so to clear things up, here it is:
Aaron = Mush Tyler = Dutchy Adam = Specs Dean = Snoddy Michael = Skittery Anthony = Racetrack Jack = Franny Sean = Pie Frankie = Itey Spot = Pulitzer- hehe. Just kidding. But you know that ^_^
Shout-outs (since there's only three, I can do it ^_^)-
Harley: Fascinating! Yeah, smart aleck Anthony!Race, doesn't know when to shut up. As in open mouth, insert foot. ^_^
Sita-bita: Sita sita bo bita banana fana- er, I'll stop noe. ^_^ I heart you too! *luffles Sita* Now you need to finish the next chapters of ATCF and BIAP. Cause I say so. And its smart to listen to Tab. *nods* Uh-huh. Yup yup yup.
Hotshot: Yeah, his parents DO need to work on communicating ^_^ And I luffles Swifty's momma ^_^ *luffles Swifty's momma*
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I have no problem with mucking out stalls. I grew up on a farm, for Pete's sake- plus I'd give anything to be with the horses.
What I do have problems with is emptying buckets fill of- well, you know.
Anthony's having great fun with this, calling me 'wench' and ordering me to bring him some more ale when I'm done. Dean, thank god, could get up and go to the bathroom by himself, as can the guy next to him- a bespectacled boy with brown hair named Adam.
As I bend down to grab the bed pan at the fourth bed, though, I'm rewarded with a kick in the back. It catches me off guard and I fall head first into some medical equipment that the hospital leant my mom.
"Kevin! Be careful!:
"I couldn't help it!" I protest. "He kicked me!"
The kid on the bed glares down at me as loud laughter comes from Anthony.
"Aw, does poor Kevie-wevie have a boo-boo?"
Sick or not, that boy's dead. I know where he sleeps.
"He got be-beat dow-down by a-a-" Danny pauses to catch his breath. "A boy in a hos-hospital bed." He laughs- which quickly turns to a hacking cough, and then he rolls over to throw up in a bucket being held by the guy in the bed next to him. . He was tall, like Danny, and had brown hair that was partially hidden by a faded baseball cap.
He waves at me, holding the bucket with his other hand. "Jason Yazbek. It's nice to meet you."
Mom steps over me to stand next to Bed Four, and she smoothes the dirty blond hair out of his face. "Spot, don't kick Kevin. He's here to help."
Yeah, you ungrateful- huh?
"Spot?" I ask Mom.
She shrugs. "He was found unconscious in the city. Apparently he was beaten up for being a 'mutie'."
I blink, feeling the tips of my ears growing red. "That's not an answer, mom."
"I don't remember." The boy mutters gruffly.
"It speaks!"
Spot just glares at Anthony, but didn't say anything else.
"We call him Spot 'cause he's so puny."
Judging by the look on Spot's face, he'd take out Anthony before I could- at least, if he was able to, he would.
"Mrs. Li? Mrs. Li, Aaron needs you."
A boy with blond hair and glasses points to the kid in the hospital bed next to him, whose face is a deep red, slowly turning purple.
"Kevin, bring that over." Mom snaps. I grab the mask attached to a air pump that my mom was talking about, and hand it to her.
The boy has curly brown hair and mocha skin everywhere except his face- which is slowly returning to it's normal color now that my mom is pumping air back into his lungs.
My mom's an amazing woman, and I love her for it.
Only I never said that, alright?
Mom takes the mask off Aaron's face, and he smiles weakly at her. "Thanks, Mrs. L." "It's nothing, Aaron." As she walks away from the bed, she pats the blonde's shoulder. "Thanks for telling me, Tyler."
Tyler just smiles admiringly at my mom.
I glare at him as I follow my mother away from the beds. She walks over to the stairs, steps on the bottom step, and turns to face the room. "Dinner, boys?"
Anthony and Dean whoop, and other boys chorus their agreement, though not as enthusiastically. Most likely because they felt like shit. One thing though, even if he's deathly sick and most likely won't be able to keep it down, no teenaged boy will EVER turn down dinner.
We're just weird that way.
I go to follow my mom upstairs, but she stops me. "Stay here. I'll be down in an hour."
"Yeah, Kevie! Stay with us."
"Screw you!" I snap at Anthony.
"Kevin!" The boys laugh as my mom scolds me, and Danny goes into another coughing fit as Jason gets the barf bucket ready.
I reluctantly turn back to the group as my mom leaves the basement.
"Hi, Friend." Anthony says in this smart-ass voice. I glare at him.
"Why don't you be social with us, Kevin?" Anthony pretends to be hurt. "I mean, it's not like we're contaminated- oh, wait. We ARE."
They guys all snicker- except for Spot, a guy who's reading a book and another one that's lying on the bed, who I haven't noticed yet.
"That's Frankie." Dean explains, following my gaze towards the corner where Frankie sits reading, and the other boy lies, doing nothing.
"The other one's Sean. I know him from before we came here. He used to be better, but now." Dean sighs. "He just lies there. He's a lot worse."
Anthony laughs. "We're taking bets on who'll croak first, him or Danny."
"Shut UP!" Danny snaps at Anthony, furious. His eyes are all watery, and he quickly focuses on something on the ground.
Anthony and the others are quiet for a second. "I'm sorry, Danny." Anthony whispers.
Nobody responds as they ignore the mention of death.
And the basement's silent except for noises from the furnace and water moving in the plumbing until my mom comes down with dinner.
---------- Okay, so to clear things up, here it is:
Aaron = Mush Tyler = Dutchy Adam = Specs Dean = Snoddy Michael = Skittery Anthony = Racetrack Jack = Franny Sean = Pie Frankie = Itey Spot = Pulitzer- hehe. Just kidding. But you know that ^_^
Shout-outs (since there's only three, I can do it ^_^)-
Harley: Fascinating! Yeah, smart aleck Anthony!Race, doesn't know when to shut up. As in open mouth, insert foot. ^_^
Sita-bita: Sita sita bo bita banana fana- er, I'll stop noe. ^_^ I heart you too! *luffles Sita* Now you need to finish the next chapters of ATCF and BIAP. Cause I say so. And its smart to listen to Tab. *nods* Uh-huh. Yup yup yup.
Hotshot: Yeah, his parents DO need to work on communicating ^_^ And I luffles Swifty's momma ^_^ *luffles Swifty's momma*