160 Near Disasters
I'm not fond of New Jersey. My brother almost died there, and we had a mishap with Satan's rooster about a year later, but back to the matter at hand ...
After Darkling, I had every intention of sitting with Cal until he was awake. Rafferty didn't agree. He thought I'd spent enough time worrying about my brother and less than I should have worrying about myself. When Cal woke me some time later, he was himself again. He spoke to me in his own voice. For a moment, it didn't register. Then he invoked Goodfellow's name, and that is a threat someone in a coma can't sleep through.
Matters weren't as they had been. They never will be. But it was my brother in that room, forcing peanut butter sandwiches and orange juice of questionable merits on me, and he was better. Recovering. The others hadn't been certain he could be saved. I had my proof, buried beneath unpleasant nicknames though it was.
[OOC: Because nothing's better than saving your beloved little brother around whom your life revolves, right?]
After Darkling, I had every intention of sitting with Cal until he was awake. Rafferty didn't agree. He thought I'd spent enough time worrying about my brother and less than I should have worrying about myself. When Cal woke me some time later, he was himself again. He spoke to me in his own voice. For a moment, it didn't register. Then he invoked Goodfellow's name, and that is a threat someone in a coma can't sleep through.
Matters weren't as they had been. They never will be. But it was my brother in that room, forcing peanut butter sandwiches and orange juice of questionable merits on me, and he was better. Recovering. The others hadn't been certain he could be saved. I had my proof, buried beneath unpleasant nicknames though it was.
[OOC: Because nothing's better than saving your beloved little brother around whom your life revolves, right?]