22/06: Chapter 16
Chapter 16
“You don’t have to take me to the room, I can get there myself,” John said as Clark held onto his shoulder and guided him to the room, “you and Bo are both bossy and controlling you know that,” he added as Clark shoved him through the door to Jesse’s room.
“I am not controlling of bossy,” Clark muttered to himself as he closed the door behind Jesse.
John didn’t see Jesse anywhere. He walked passed the bed to the other side of the room to look out the window.
“You look like you rolled around on the ground,” John heard Jesse’s voice and froze in panic, “turn around,” he told him as he was noticing John wasn’t moving.
John did as he was told but wasn’t looking at Jesse.
“You smell as bad as you look too,” Jesse said walking from the bathroom door to his bed, and sitting down, “don’t do this silent thing with me John, we both know what happened,” Jesse added.
John finally looked up at him, “I’m sorry.”
“What happened with you?” Jesse asked him, “you’ve never done anything like that.”
“I don’t know, I just wanted you to stop, to stop saying Luke was going to die, to stop saying Bo killed him,” John took a step closer to Jesse’s bed.
“I’m sorry for how I said it, but I’m not sorry for what I said, you know this was all Bo’s fault, you just can’t admit it to yourself. I shouldn’t have tried to force you to see it,” Jesse said.
“I can’t accept that. If Luke dies, how could I ever look at Bo again? How could I ever be around him? And for that matter, how could he look at himself knowing what he did caused his best friend, and cousin to die?” John argued.
“I cant tell you how to deal with this, and I shouldn’t have tried to yesterday, but at the same time you cant tell me how not to deal with this,” John told him.
“I’m sorry Jesse,” John looked at him.
“I know,” Jesse sighed, “but I can’t look at you the way I use to, I can’t go back to how we use to be…”
“I didn’t think you could,” John headed for the door, and grabbed the doorknob.
“At least not yet,” Jesse added. John nodded not looking at Jesse and left the room passing Clark on the way out.
Clark watched him walk off before going into Jesse’s room.
“So… you feeling better?” Clark asked him.
“I hurt in places I didn’t think I could hurt, but yeah,” Jesse told him, “where did you guys find him?”
“At the house, he was going to run,” Clark replied.
“That doesn’t surprise me, John’s always been one to deal with things by ignoring them, and hoping they go away,” Jesse sighed, “I told him we can’t go back to how things use to be.”
“Is that the truth?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know, I can’t believe he did what he did, but I’ve never spent more then a few hours mad at him,” Jesse answered.
“Clark?” Jonathan poked his head in, “we need to talk… Jesse I’ll tell your mom you’re awake.”
“Ok, thanks,” Jesse said.
Clark walked out to the hall with his dad.
“Dad before you get mad, I can explain,” Clark said.
“Well get started,” Jonathan told him.
“I went to school, but I couldn’t concentrate, I just kept thinking about everything that’s happened in the last 6 days that they got here last Wed. Since its Monday, and this week was going to be nothing but school pep rally’s for the football game coming up this weekend, and things like that, the principle told me I could gather my work for the week and do it at home if I wanted… it seems the words out now and everyone knows about what’s going on. They don’t know I have a brother, they just think they are all cousins,” Clark told him.
“I still think you should be in school, but ok,” Jonathan told him.
“Have they said anything more about Luke?” Clark asked.
“No, nothing new,” Jonathan answered.
“What about him?” Clark meant Bo.
“Nothing new either. Luke was looking for the doctor, he…”
They were interrupted by shouting and noise from things being thrown around. They ran to see what was going on. It was coming from Bo’s room.
Jonathan walked in and saw the doctor’s trying to restrain Bo who was up limping as he had a broken right foot, and was shouting, and throwing punches at the doctors.
“Bo! Stop! Calm down,” Jonathan went over to him and grabbed Bo’s arms. The doctors were now backing away leaving Jonathan to deal with him.
“They won’t tell me where he is! They won’t let me go see him!” Bo was angry.
“You can’t see him right now, he’s in ICU, he’s not doing so well right now, later if he…” Jonathan was going to say if he gets better but Bo interrupted.
“Shut up! NO IF’S!” he shouted. He was now fighting Jonathan and trying to push him away.
The nurse walked in and headed for Bo with a needle.
“Stay away from me!” Bo shouted at her. Jonathan was behind him, his arms around Bo’s arms like he was hugging him from behind. It was the easiest way to restrain him while the nurse injected Bo with a tranquilizer drug to get him to sleep and rest more.
“NO! NO! NO!” Bo kept on shouting, softer and softer as the drug began to take effect on him.
“NO!…No!… no…n…o…” he started to drift off, falling to the ground. Jonathan held him up as mush as he could, and Clark went over to help his dad put Bo back in his bed.
“What happened?” Luke walked in.
“He woke up and wanted to see Luke,” Jonathan told him.
“At least he woke up,” Luke said.
“He seems to be the same,” Jonathan said.
“To bad,” Clark said as he walked out of the room past Luke.
“What did the doctor say?” Jonathan asked Luke.
“They say the swelling seems to be going down on its own… “ he started to get choked up, “but they still don’t know…” he broke down, “if he will wake up, or if there is any damage to his brain,” Luke looked as if he was going to collapse, but Jonathan was there next to him on his left side, his hand on Luke’s shoulder, and while Luke buried his head in his hands.
There they stood, Luke worrying, and crying over his son, while Jonathan stood there trying to console him, while starring at his son, who was better, but angrier then ever.
Neither one of them knowing what they should do.
After a few minutes Luke gathered himself, and said, “I still haven’t got a hold of his mother… if… if something happens and she doesn’t get here in time…”
“Don’t talk like that,” Jonathan told him, “nothing like that will happen.”
“It better not, I couldn’t take it,” Luke said.
They sat down by the window in Bo’s room.
“Bo…” Luke said to Jonathan.
“Yeah?” Jonathan replied.
“What’s wrong with Clark?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Jonathan knew what he meant.
“I’ve seen him passed out more than once since we’ve been here… and both times you didn’t want to call an ambulance… John told me he passed out by a truck after the accident as well…” Luke said.
“There isn’t anything wrong Luke, that’s all I can tell you right now,” Jonathan answered.
“You got one son lying in a hospital bed Bo,” Luke looked at Bo* when telling Jonathan that, “don’t take the chance of the other one getting into a bed too,” he added.
Jonathan looked at Bo, “I’m telling you the truth Luke, you just got to trust me on that...”
They sat there looking out the window, and at times starring at Bo* lying in that hospital bed, his legs and arms now held down by restraints.
“You don’t have to take me to the room, I can get there myself,” John said as Clark held onto his shoulder and guided him to the room, “you and Bo are both bossy and controlling you know that,” he added as Clark shoved him through the door to Jesse’s room.
“I am not controlling of bossy,” Clark muttered to himself as he closed the door behind Jesse.
John didn’t see Jesse anywhere. He walked passed the bed to the other side of the room to look out the window.
“You look like you rolled around on the ground,” John heard Jesse’s voice and froze in panic, “turn around,” he told him as he was noticing John wasn’t moving.
John did as he was told but wasn’t looking at Jesse.
“You smell as bad as you look too,” Jesse said walking from the bathroom door to his bed, and sitting down, “don’t do this silent thing with me John, we both know what happened,” Jesse added.
John finally looked up at him, “I’m sorry.”
“What happened with you?” Jesse asked him, “you’ve never done anything like that.”
“I don’t know, I just wanted you to stop, to stop saying Luke was going to die, to stop saying Bo killed him,” John took a step closer to Jesse’s bed.
“I’m sorry for how I said it, but I’m not sorry for what I said, you know this was all Bo’s fault, you just can’t admit it to yourself. I shouldn’t have tried to force you to see it,” Jesse said.
“I can’t accept that. If Luke dies, how could I ever look at Bo again? How could I ever be around him? And for that matter, how could he look at himself knowing what he did caused his best friend, and cousin to die?” John argued.
“I cant tell you how to deal with this, and I shouldn’t have tried to yesterday, but at the same time you cant tell me how not to deal with this,” John told him.
“I’m sorry Jesse,” John looked at him.
“I know,” Jesse sighed, “but I can’t look at you the way I use to, I can’t go back to how we use to be…”
“I didn’t think you could,” John headed for the door, and grabbed the doorknob.
“At least not yet,” Jesse added. John nodded not looking at Jesse and left the room passing Clark on the way out.
Clark watched him walk off before going into Jesse’s room.
“So… you feeling better?” Clark asked him.
“I hurt in places I didn’t think I could hurt, but yeah,” Jesse told him, “where did you guys find him?”
“At the house, he was going to run,” Clark replied.
“That doesn’t surprise me, John’s always been one to deal with things by ignoring them, and hoping they go away,” Jesse sighed, “I told him we can’t go back to how things use to be.”
“Is that the truth?” Clark asked.
“I don’t know, I can’t believe he did what he did, but I’ve never spent more then a few hours mad at him,” Jesse answered.
“Clark?” Jonathan poked his head in, “we need to talk… Jesse I’ll tell your mom you’re awake.”
“Ok, thanks,” Jesse said.
Clark walked out to the hall with his dad.
“Dad before you get mad, I can explain,” Clark said.
“Well get started,” Jonathan told him.
“I went to school, but I couldn’t concentrate, I just kept thinking about everything that’s happened in the last 6 days that they got here last Wed. Since its Monday, and this week was going to be nothing but school pep rally’s for the football game coming up this weekend, and things like that, the principle told me I could gather my work for the week and do it at home if I wanted… it seems the words out now and everyone knows about what’s going on. They don’t know I have a brother, they just think they are all cousins,” Clark told him.
“I still think you should be in school, but ok,” Jonathan told him.
“Have they said anything more about Luke?” Clark asked.
“No, nothing new,” Jonathan answered.
“What about him?” Clark meant Bo.
“Nothing new either. Luke was looking for the doctor, he…”
They were interrupted by shouting and noise from things being thrown around. They ran to see what was going on. It was coming from Bo’s room.
Jonathan walked in and saw the doctor’s trying to restrain Bo who was up limping as he had a broken right foot, and was shouting, and throwing punches at the doctors.
“Bo! Stop! Calm down,” Jonathan went over to him and grabbed Bo’s arms. The doctors were now backing away leaving Jonathan to deal with him.
“They won’t tell me where he is! They won’t let me go see him!” Bo was angry.
“You can’t see him right now, he’s in ICU, he’s not doing so well right now, later if he…” Jonathan was going to say if he gets better but Bo interrupted.
“Shut up! NO IF’S!” he shouted. He was now fighting Jonathan and trying to push him away.
The nurse walked in and headed for Bo with a needle.
“Stay away from me!” Bo shouted at her. Jonathan was behind him, his arms around Bo’s arms like he was hugging him from behind. It was the easiest way to restrain him while the nurse injected Bo with a tranquilizer drug to get him to sleep and rest more.
“NO! NO! NO!” Bo kept on shouting, softer and softer as the drug began to take effect on him.
“NO!…No!… no…n…o…” he started to drift off, falling to the ground. Jonathan held him up as mush as he could, and Clark went over to help his dad put Bo back in his bed.
“What happened?” Luke walked in.
“He woke up and wanted to see Luke,” Jonathan told him.
“At least he woke up,” Luke said.
“He seems to be the same,” Jonathan said.
“To bad,” Clark said as he walked out of the room past Luke.
“What did the doctor say?” Jonathan asked Luke.
“They say the swelling seems to be going down on its own… “ he started to get choked up, “but they still don’t know…” he broke down, “if he will wake up, or if there is any damage to his brain,” Luke looked as if he was going to collapse, but Jonathan was there next to him on his left side, his hand on Luke’s shoulder, and while Luke buried his head in his hands.
There they stood, Luke worrying, and crying over his son, while Jonathan stood there trying to console him, while starring at his son, who was better, but angrier then ever.
Neither one of them knowing what they should do.
After a few minutes Luke gathered himself, and said, “I still haven’t got a hold of his mother… if… if something happens and she doesn’t get here in time…”
“Don’t talk like that,” Jonathan told him, “nothing like that will happen.”
“It better not, I couldn’t take it,” Luke said.
They sat down by the window in Bo’s room.
“Bo…” Luke said to Jonathan.
“Yeah?” Jonathan replied.
“What’s wrong with Clark?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Jonathan knew what he meant.
“I’ve seen him passed out more than once since we’ve been here… and both times you didn’t want to call an ambulance… John told me he passed out by a truck after the accident as well…” Luke said.
“There isn’t anything wrong Luke, that’s all I can tell you right now,” Jonathan answered.
“You got one son lying in a hospital bed Bo,” Luke looked at Bo* when telling Jonathan that, “don’t take the chance of the other one getting into a bed too,” he added.
Jonathan looked at Bo, “I’m telling you the truth Luke, you just got to trust me on that...”
They sat there looking out the window, and at times starring at Bo* lying in that hospital bed, his legs and arms now held down by restraints.
