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Cast In Stone

Chapter Ten

Clawd felt his stomach get weak and queasy as he looked at this pole with a bag attached, following the smaller tube coming out of it, heading right into Jackson's hand. He took a good look at the normie. There weren't any evident marks on him… nothing around his neck – the big wolf shuddered at that thought, he'd have fainted and hit the floor if he'd seen that. So what exactly happened here?

He took a moment to think about Jackson's personality. Soft, quiet… meek – perhaps he took a subtle approach instead? This really was the last thing Clawd wanted to do was think about how Jackson attempted killing himself – he was just so thankful he was alive. "They have him closely monitored," Isaac began, a sigh escaping his frame. "it's because he hasn't woken up yet though, once he does… they have to do a whole bunch of tests to see, how he is mentally and physically."

Clawd took a moment to let all this information soak in. He'd been fortunate enough to not have to go through this kind of endeavor with anyone, well until today that was. "Right, makes sense… although I think he's been through enough."

Isaac gave a nod of his own, "He sure has. Alright, I'm going to go hunt my wife down. You two can stay here with Jackson if you'd like – I won't be long." He gave Heath's shoulder a reassuring pat before leaving the room.

Clawd looked to Heath, "Can he… hear us?"

Heath thought for a few seconds, "Yeah I'm pretty sure he can. They say those in comas can hear everything going on around them and Jackson's unconscious… I'm positive he can."

He was surprised to see Clawd take a seat beside his cousin. It was nice, but he still didn't trust this. What was Clawd really trying to prove here? "Hey Jackson," he began softly. "I'd ask how you are but that's a pretty dumb question. Then again no one's as smart as you are though. You'd even give the staff a big run for their money." He sighed. "I know I don't really have a right to be here, because I didn't do anything to get to know you aside from anyone else, but I want to. I wanted to since… way before this happened. I know it sounds really phony but it's the truth. All I can say now is that I'm sorry about everything you've been going through, I'm… somewhat… sorry that you didn't quite get the escape that you wanted, but think about it this way… obviously you're not meant to go yet, y'know? You haven't filled out your purpose. Or so a ton of those normie movies state, I wouldn't really know personally."

Heath had a small smile on his face, Clawd was being really genuine and sincere to Jackson and it couldn't have made him happier. It was nice to know that his sincerity was true. "Clawd…" he wanted to say thank you, but at the same time he didn't want it to seem like this was all set up for Jackson. That wasn't his intention, so he just figured he'd thank him later. "that's pretty much how it does go in a lot of normie movies. Just saying." He gave a shrug of his shoulders.

Clawd raised an eyebrow, but he lightly cursed when he noticed the time. "I hate to cut this short, believe me I do…"

"No, it's okay -" Heath began, but Clawd had cut him off.

"Hey, I wasn't talking to you." He then shifted his gaze back to Jackson. "Anyway, casketball practice is soon and Coach is going to have my furry balls next to Heath's balls of fire if I'm late. Believe me; it was great to see you, even in here. See you soon." Clawd gave a nod to Heath, who nodded back.

"I'll be back Jackson, y'know I will. I love you so much." And with that Heath escorted Clawd out, hoping to find his father to tell them they were headed back to school.

After grabbing some actual lunch and chit chatting about what had happened, Clawd was back just in time for the end of school and what was to be the beginning of casketball practice. Had he missed it, he would've been alright with it. After all, he was visiting Jackson. That was a ton more important than casketball. "How are you feeling Heath?" He inquired genuinely as he finished up with his burger.

Heath gave a shrug, "I don't know. Out of it. I mean, it was nice to see Jackson – don't get me wrong. It's just…"

Clawd looked to Heath, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "He wasn't awake."

Heath gave a nod, "Yeah… I still feel like we could lose him. It's not uncommon y'know. Or what if he's comatose? I'm really scared." He picked at his order of fries. He hadn't eaten anything and wasn't hungry, but figured he should try to eat something.

"I don't even want to think about that."

Heath shook his head, "Me neither. And here's another point," he began, angrily chomping on a fry. "what the hell his that blog gonna say about Jackson if word gets around it was a suicide attempt, huh? I swear, I don't even care who it is or what species, I'll be livid mad and ready to kill."

Clawd agreed right away, "I don't blame you. But it's not going to get out… it won't. But we gotta come up with a story that's believable, if people ask. Y'know, to 'counteract' any suspicions or even assumptions of suicide or whatever, we need a plan."

The young male nodded, "You're right. How about… just a normie flu bug? That'll work, won't it? I mean, he left school sick earlier and so that'll back our story up. I'll tell mom and dad, and of course Jackson before he comes back."

Clawd's eyes shifted, then looked to Heath, "You think he'll want to come back?"

Heath gave a shrug of his shoulders, "I know I wouldn't want to."

"Me neither," he agreed, drumming the steering wheel of his car.

Thinking to himself, Heath then voiced another thought. "He probably should… I mean, what else would he have to do other than be alone with his tormenting thoughts? I'm thinking it'd be a decent distraction perhaps… I don't know. I don't know what to think. But I do know that you have casketball practice to get to. So I won't keep you."

Clawd shrugged it off, "If I'm late, I'm late. I don't care. But will you be alright?"

Heath nodded slowly, "Yeah… I'm just gonna check in with what I missed and then my mom or dad will be coming to get me and we'll head back to the hospital. I'm gonna stay with Jackson for the night."

Clawd thought that was so entirely sweet of Heath to do. He must have loved him dearly and very much so. "That's good, that's good. I'll be sure to check in with you day to day to see how he's doing and if you or I get asked, Jackson's just sick with the flu. Remember?"

Heath gave a small nod and knowing smile, "Yep."

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