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Chapter 12

Alan was surprised when Gordon came to get him. "Hey, squirt."

"Will you guys stop calling me that? You know how much I hate it." Alan argued.

"Okay maybe you should stay here and sleep." Gordon offered.

"Sorry, it's been a long day." Alan apologized. "Actually it's been a long month."

Gordon nodded, "Are you okay?"

"I wish everyone would stop asking me if I'm okay." Alan sighed.

"What is your problem?" Gordon hollered pulling the car over. "We're just worried about you."

"Worried about me? You guys haven't given a crap about anything I did up until now!" Alan said getting out of the car and slamming the door.

Gordon got out of the car and grabbed his brother's arm. "Alan, get back in the car so we can talk about this." He ordered.

"Don't touch me." Alan said pulling his hand out of his brother's grasp.

Gordon turned around trying to get a grip on his anger. "Alan, I'm sorry." Gordon shouted.

Instantly there was the insistent sound of screeching tires and honking. Before Gordon could grab his brother a car crashed into him. When the car came to a stop Gordon ran to his brother. Alan was lying on the ground unconscious.

"Alan?" Gordon asked checking for a pulse. "Alan?"

"I'm so sorry, dude. He came out of nowhere." The driver was mumbling.

"Don't just stand there call 911." Gordon ordered.

While the ambulance was coming Gordon did his best to assess his brother's injuries. It was hard to do. Alan was covered in blood and had several gashes. When the EMT's arrived Gordon did his best to give them room to work. He knew what it was like to have people crowding around. At the hospital Gordon called his dad and brothers. His dad was awake, but his brothers had gone to bed.

"Have you heard anything?" Scott asked worriedly.

Gordon shook his head. "Is that Alan's blood?" Virgil wondered.

Gordon nodded, "We were fighting. I pulled the car over and he got out. There was barely any traffic. I turn around for a second and he's down."

"Gordon, this wasn't your fault. It could have happened to any of us." John comforted.

"How did he look when the EMT's brought him back?" Jeff interrogated.

"I don't know. He was losing a lot of blood." Gordon sighed.

"You should take a shower. I'll give you a lift back to the hotel. We can pick up the rental car on the way." Scott offered.

"No, I want to stay here." Gordon insisted.

"Gordon, you're in shock and you're covered in blood. We aren't going to get any news in the next hour. You should go." Virgil urged.

Gordon nodded and Scott followed him out of the waiting room. "I'm going to call Aunt Mary. I think she's our best shot of getting Carter here." John said pulling out his phone.

Around an hour later Gordon and Scott came back and there was still no word.

"Excuse me I was hoping you could give me some information on my son?" Jeff asked the desk nurse.

"Name?" She asked.

"Alan Tracy, he was hit by a car." Jeff informed.

"According to the doctor's records he is out of surgery and in recovery. I will page the doctor to let him know you are here. He'll know more about your son's condition." The nurse smiled and continued to type.

"Family of Alan Tracy." The doctor announced.

"How is he?" Jeff begged.

"My name is Dr. Harris. I'm Alan's residential physician. I was David Murphy's doctor as well." Dr. Harris explained.

"Is he okay?" John worried.

"Alan is very lucky. An impact such as this could have caused severe internal bleeding and concussion. Thankfully, Alan only has three fractured ribs on his right side, a dislocated right shoulder, and a minor concussion. He lost a fair amount of blood, but we were able to give him a transfusion quickly. Alan is going to be sore, but he will be fine. He should be able to go home tomorrow if all looks well." Dr. Harris informed.

When Gordon entered Alan's hospital room he was scared. What if his brother blamed him.

"Hey sprout. How are you feeling?" Scott asked.

"Like I was hit by a car." Alan snapped.

"Alan, I said I was sorry." Gordon apologized.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have snapped like that." Alan admitted.

"The doctor said you have a few fractured ribs and a dislocated shoulder." Jeff sighed.

"What the hell were you thinking Allie? You know better than to walk in the middle of a street." Scott lectured.

Virgil shook his head. "Scott, I don't think now's the best time."

"Why do you always stick up for him?" Scott argued.

Alan had never seen Virgil so mad. "Because you won't let him."

"Will you all leave?" Alan interrupted. "I have a huge headache."

Alan couldn't believe how clueless his family was when it came to him. Alan hated fighting. All his family ever did was argue over the best way to raise and baby him. Alan was turning eighteen in a week. When was his family going to realize he isn't a kid?

"I was so scared when Mary called me!" Carter gushed hugging him.

"I'm fine. The doctor said I should be out of here tomorrow." Alan comforted.

"Your family seemed worked up. Did y'all fight again?" Carter inquired.

Alan nodded wincing as his shoulder ached. "I thought we were getting somewhere. Even my dad and I were getting along. Then I blinked and I'm back to the same little kid in their eyes." Alan huffed.

"Were you fighting with them when you got hit?" Carter asked sitting on the bed next to her boyfriend.

Alan sighed, "Yeah, it was with Gordon."

"I'm sure you were both tired." She justified stroking his hair.

"It's doesn't matter. Soon we will be going to school and my family will be far away." Alan dreamed.

"I thought you guys were making progress?" Carter pondered.

Alan shrugged with his good shoulder. "I'm not a miracle worker. I can't make them like me."

Gordon waited out in the hallway leaning against a wall. How could Alan think they didn't care about him? Gordon was going to have a long talk with his brother.

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