Malcolm in the Middle- Chapter 3
Malcolm felt as if his heart had stopped beating. He tried to move but he was frozen to the spot. He was scared. Scared he would lose his brother.
"Reese no!" Came a whisper. It wasn't Malcolm's. Then he saw another shadow. He took one step forward, hardly daring to breathe. He then saw who it was. Francis was standing there. "What are you doing here!?" Reese whispered angrily. "I got a call from Malcolm. Hes worried about you Reese, so is Dewey and I am too", Francis whispered. "You're not worried about me! You left us! You couldn't care less what happens to me or Dewey or Malcolm! We're nothing in your eyes!" Reese's words cut Francis like a knife but he didn't let it show on his moonlight drenched face. "Reese don't say that. its not true. Please just take the rope off and we can talk about this", Francis said quietly. You could hear the fear in his shaky voice. "Talking about our feelings is for sissies. Its girl-stuff!" Reese snapped back. "No, communication will help your situation Reese, if you just take off the". Francis was cut-off. "No!" Reese said angrily. "Shush, you'll wake mum and dad!" Francis went back to a whisper. "I don't care!" Reese said even louder. 'Please Reese, just take the rope off. I can help you fix whatever's wrong".
Reese looked at Francis. He really looked at him. And he didn't just see good old Francis. He saw a boy who wasn't a man yet, a boy who was trying to find a way in life, he saw his big brother. There were tears in Francis' eyes. Reese then realised that Francis really was trying to help him. Guiltily, Reese slid the rope off his neck and dropped it on the ground. Without thinking Malcolm rushed forward and hugged Reese. He was soon pushed away. "What are you doing?" Reese asked. He was back…almost. Malcolm just shrugged. He was so happy. But what he didn't know was that this wasn't over, yet. "Lets go inside, we can talk about it tomorrow, its too cold and I tired", Francis smiled, slinging an arm around Reese's shoulder. Reese shrugged it off.
But just as they were walking inside Reese tripped over the garden gnome statue Malcolm had flung at his shovel the other day. Reese then came crashing down and before anyone could catch him his head hit the concrete curb that went around the garden and knocking him unconcious. Malcolm switched the porch light on and hurried back to where Francis was examining Reese. "Call an ambulance", he said urgently, his voice filled with fear once more. Malcolm didn't have a chance to see Reese's wounded head but he did see the puddle of blood around him. It was growing bigger every second with all the blood Reese lost. Malcolm had just picked up the phone when he heard Francis call to him.
"Hurry, I don't think he's breathing"…