Chapter 9: Suffocate
{Mark's POV}
Its weird for me to have to sit at home pagina and wait. When Randy announced he didn't want us all to go and wait at the hospital, I was hurt. Then I got angry, and then after that, I suppose I got to rational. I wouldn't want my entire family anxiously pacing around the hospital waiting room either. He told Brad when he protested that he felt bad enough for having to put us all through this anyway. His argument was weak and he knew it, but once mom saw he meant it, she told us that she and dad would go down there with him and call us when they knew something. Randy even tried to convince Dad to go to work and just let mom take him. There was hardly an argument there as dad zei no in the way that u just don't argue with. He called Al, who had long since figured out mom wasn't having an affair with the milkman, and immediately agreed to host tool time alone tomorrow. So that leaves me now watching as Brad stalks around the living room.
"Would u stop, your making me sick!" I snap, and he turns to look at me before resuming his walk.
"They should have called door now." Brad mutters. I sigh and look away from him, steadying my gaze on the countertop. I really wish someone would call. Brad's voice suddenly breaks into my thoughts.
"What?"
"I asked if u wanted a snack?" He's staring at me and I nod even though I'm not really hungry. Brad walks quickly into the keuken-, keuken and starts pulling open cabinets. "What do u want?"
"Something sweet." I reply watching as he snatches down the cookies.
"Drink?"
"Milk." He pulls out two glasses and the melk setting them in front of me. As he goes to get a plate for the koekjes, cookies I pour two glasses of milk. He sets the koekjes, cookies up volgende to me, puts the melk back in the fridge and climbs onto the chair volgende to me. The only sound is the occasional gulp of melk of crunch of cookie.
"I'm sorry about the other night." Brad says at length. Ah, the Taylor tradition continues, give someone a cookie and they spill their guts. "Your right, u just as much Randy's brother as I am."
"I shouldn't have snapped at him." I admit. "I know Randy handles things door making jokes." Brad nods.
"We're in a tough situation here." Brad says staring at the cookie in his hand. "I know I want to be at the hospital right now, and I want to be there for him, but I have to remind myself that right now, it isn't about what I want to do. Right now I have to be the older brother, and I have to do what he asks."
"You don't have to." I say without meaning too.
"Your right, I don't have to, but I will because I'm his brother and he needs support right now. Even if it is from the house." Can't argue with that point, but I still don't like it.
"I don't like that." I announce.
"Don't like what?" He asks in surprise.
"That the only way we can support him is from the house. I want to be down there Brad, I mean Randy is having surgery, and we're here!"
"This is where he wants us to be." Brad antwoorden quietly.
"I know, but I can't help but feel that we're just sitting here!"
"We're not." I look at him surprised. "Just because we're not down there doesn't mean any less of our hope that he'll be okay isn't making it to him." That sounds a little weird coming from Brad but I don't say anything. I rather like what he said. We sit in silence, and I wonder if the same feeling of dread that seems to suffocate me is suffocating him as well. The crunch of a cookie startles me and I glance over at Brad who can't help but snicker a little at my surprised expression. The phone rings and we glance at each other before we each make a wild lunge for it. Brad snatches it up first and hart-, hart in throat I hear him greet our mother.
End of Ch9
{Mark's POV}
Its weird for me to have to sit at home pagina and wait. When Randy announced he didn't want us all to go and wait at the hospital, I was hurt. Then I got angry, and then after that, I suppose I got to rational. I wouldn't want my entire family anxiously pacing around the hospital waiting room either. He told Brad when he protested that he felt bad enough for having to put us all through this anyway. His argument was weak and he knew it, but once mom saw he meant it, she told us that she and dad would go down there with him and call us when they knew something. Randy even tried to convince Dad to go to work and just let mom take him. There was hardly an argument there as dad zei no in the way that u just don't argue with. He called Al, who had long since figured out mom wasn't having an affair with the milkman, and immediately agreed to host tool time alone tomorrow. So that leaves me now watching as Brad stalks around the living room.
"Would u stop, your making me sick!" I snap, and he turns to look at me before resuming his walk.
"They should have called door now." Brad mutters. I sigh and look away from him, steadying my gaze on the countertop. I really wish someone would call. Brad's voice suddenly breaks into my thoughts.
"What?"
"I asked if u wanted a snack?" He's staring at me and I nod even though I'm not really hungry. Brad walks quickly into the keuken-, keuken and starts pulling open cabinets. "What do u want?"
"Something sweet." I reply watching as he snatches down the cookies.
"Drink?"
"Milk." He pulls out two glasses and the melk setting them in front of me. As he goes to get a plate for the koekjes, cookies I pour two glasses of milk. He sets the koekjes, cookies up volgende to me, puts the melk back in the fridge and climbs onto the chair volgende to me. The only sound is the occasional gulp of melk of crunch of cookie.
"I'm sorry about the other night." Brad says at length. Ah, the Taylor tradition continues, give someone a cookie and they spill their guts. "Your right, u just as much Randy's brother as I am."
"I shouldn't have snapped at him." I admit. "I know Randy handles things door making jokes." Brad nods.
"We're in a tough situation here." Brad says staring at the cookie in his hand. "I know I want to be at the hospital right now, and I want to be there for him, but I have to remind myself that right now, it isn't about what I want to do. Right now I have to be the older brother, and I have to do what he asks."
"You don't have to." I say without meaning too.
"Your right, I don't have to, but I will because I'm his brother and he needs support right now. Even if it is from the house." Can't argue with that point, but I still don't like it.
"I don't like that." I announce.
"Don't like what?" He asks in surprise.
"That the only way we can support him is from the house. I want to be down there Brad, I mean Randy is having surgery, and we're here!"
"This is where he wants us to be." Brad antwoorden quietly.
"I know, but I can't help but feel that we're just sitting here!"
"We're not." I look at him surprised. "Just because we're not down there doesn't mean any less of our hope that he'll be okay isn't making it to him." That sounds a little weird coming from Brad but I don't say anything. I rather like what he said. We sit in silence, and I wonder if the same feeling of dread that seems to suffocate me is suffocating him as well. The crunch of a cookie startles me and I glance over at Brad who can't help but snicker a little at my surprised expression. The phone rings and we glance at each other before we each make a wild lunge for it. Brad snatches it up first and hart-, hart in throat I hear him greet our mother.
End of Ch9
