Fourth Sin, Monday Morning
Jarod opened the door to his room and was greeted by, thankfully, only one cat. He decided that if M had sent out her kitten minions to take over the world in his absence, he really didn't want to know. She twined herself around his legs until he picked her up. "Hello, M. Did you miss me?" She bit his nose, and he laughed, then put her down.
Casey Michaels still couldn't walk. That bothered him more than he could say, but at least the doctor who'd messed up the spinal tap because he was drunk had been taken care of. Jarod unpacked his clothes, hanging the lab coat and hospital ID in the back of his closet, behind a Hawaiian shirt that Parker wouldn't touch.
He stretched out on the bed to get some sleep, since he hadn't slept at all during his weekend in Pittsburgh. He was surprisingly complacent with his own actions--strapping the doctor to a table, sliding a large needle into the man's spine and sedating him, then watching the other man regain consciousness and realize that he was unable to move his legs from the middle of his back to his feet. The doctor had finally confessed to his actions.
Casey and his dad now had a lawsuit against the doctor, the doctor's insurance would be covering any medical expenses, and while Casey couldn't walk, he could afford his medical care, his father could leave his job to take care of his son, and Casey's future was full of opportunity.
It wasn't a perfect result, but it was the best he could do.
What to tell Parker, though? He wasn't sure he could explain the urge that had sent him to Pittsburgh in the first place, particularly not to her satisfaction.
Casey Michaels still couldn't walk. That bothered him more than he could say, but at least the doctor who'd messed up the spinal tap because he was drunk had been taken care of. Jarod unpacked his clothes, hanging the lab coat and hospital ID in the back of his closet, behind a Hawaiian shirt that Parker wouldn't touch.
He stretched out on the bed to get some sleep, since he hadn't slept at all during his weekend in Pittsburgh. He was surprisingly complacent with his own actions--strapping the doctor to a table, sliding a large needle into the man's spine and sedating him, then watching the other man regain consciousness and realize that he was unable to move his legs from the middle of his back to his feet. The doctor had finally confessed to his actions.
Casey and his dad now had a lawsuit against the doctor, the doctor's insurance would be covering any medical expenses, and while Casey couldn't walk, he could afford his medical care, his father could leave his job to take care of his son, and Casey's future was full of opportunity.
It wasn't a perfect result, but it was the best he could do.
What to tell Parker, though? He wasn't sure he could explain the urge that had sent him to Pittsburgh in the first place, particularly not to her satisfaction.