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"Thanks," Chris smiled. "I'm going to go get your bills together and I'll have a nurse come in to take the IV out. Good luck to you, Mr. Kirkpatrick." Chris shook the doctor's hand. "I have these guys, I'll be fine." "I have seen how much they care about you, they've hardly left here since you arrived," the doctor smiled, then left. Chris sighed and looked out the window. "I just want to get away from here." "I know, we're going," Joey replied. His voice lowered slightly as he continued, "I'm sorry." Chris turned to look at him. "For what?" he asked. Justin lay Chris's clothes on the bed as the other guys backed off from the semi-private conversation. "For letting this happen," Joey said. "Joey, you did not let this happen," Chris said. "They jumped us, remember? There was nothing you could do." "But I should have taken a body guard or something-" "How were you supposed to know this was going to happen? This is Pennsylvania for Christ's sakes. Nothing ever happens here. Stop blaming yourself, please." A nurse interrupted them. "I'm here to take out the IV," she smiled, stepping in between Chris and Joey. Chris returned his gaze to the dancing trees. He felt the small sting of the needle sliding out of his arm, quickly being replaced by cotton. "Hold this here," she said, pulling out a band-aid. Chris obeyed, glancing at Joey. To prove that he had no hard feelings, he smiled. Joey smiled in return. Chris smiled at the others. They all smiled back. A warm feeling came over Chris, and at that moment he knew that everything truly would be okay. He had his friends- his brothers- the only family he really needed. Now he just had to resume their daily life so he could forget all of this. This helpless feeling. This hated feeling. He wanted to be back on the bright side, with 'normal' people. They all knew that this would take a while to overcome. Such an act of violence is not forgotten easily. They knew then that the want was there, and each man in the room was willing to give however much love was necessary. Later would they discover the horrible nightmares, the new phobia of being alone in the dark, how the police had given up the search for the suspects as soon as they left, and much further down the road how Beverly was sorry for acting so harshly. But this was now. Now was the time for healing. Because you can be straight, but not narrow. |
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