Why? Did I have to go behind Alan like that. Why? Didn't I tell him or stopped the whole "Tin-Tin and I thing." Why didn't I stay with Alan and Virgil when they left the cave? Why? Why? Why?
All these questions pierced my head until the pain became to much. It was the middle of the night and I woke with sweat surrounding me and alarms going off.
The doctors rush in and soon the commotion is over and one doctor is left standing in the room.
"Scott you need to stay calm." He pauses and looks over a file, "I see that you have been through a lot in the past."
"Please can you get to the point!" I snap, quickly regretting it though.
"Scott I'm requesting you to therapy lessons." He then signs a paper and hands it the nurse.
I turn to see that it is three in the morning.
Maybe this is just a bad dream.
The doctor makes his exit and I try my hardest to get back to sleep to no avail.
Soon more nurses and doctors are in my room running tests and reading papers. The good news that comes from all the waiting and paperwork is that I get to go home tomorrow.
"What about Virgil and Alan?" I ask. This question is passed through my lips everyday.
"Virgil will be home in a couple of days," Pause, "And Alan will need more tests."
More TESTS! Just send my baby brother home.
I want to shout, I don't though knowing the doctors are doing their best.
My chest still hurts but I'm fine other then some rest. The therapy will be hard though, us Tracy's have grown to know feelings are ok but to show them means weakness. And I'm sorry but there is no way in hell some doctor is going to make me talk.
A knock comes at the door and looking at the clock seeing it is four I figure it must be my father.
"What's up in the world today dad?" I ask. But no reply comes instead, I turn my face to see a brunette looking at me and blinking.
She is an angel.
"Hi I'm Margo your therapist." Her sweet voice floats across the room.
Nope she is a devil in disguise.
