Mangled - Chapter 18
Mangled 18/?
Characters: Predominantly Scotty and Kevin but of course the other Walkers all put in their appearances
Summary: So, it turns out you can mangle anything; cars, people, relationships...
Rating: PG
Genre: Part angst, part hurt-comfort and true to tradition poor Scotty seems to be the source of it all!
Disclaimer: The characters you recognise do not belong to me, I can only dream... The ones you don't recognise are my creations and are simply here for my own amusement.
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“Scotty, honey, wake up,” Kevin gently shook his dozing husband’s shoulder. “Scotty, you’re food’s ready,” Kevin walked into the kitchen and rescued the freshly done toast from the toaster. It was piping hot, causing Kevin to toss it from hand to hand so that he didn’t burn his fingers. He dropped the toast onto the plate and took it, along with some pre-poured ginger ale, into the living room.
Scotty had nearly pulled himself into a sitting position as Kevin put the glass onto the table and stood patiently holding the toast. Scotty took the plate and began nibbling. Kevin took a seat from the sofa and gently reached out, brushing Scotty’s hair from his temple. Kevin winced at the sight of the bruise and let go of the hair once more, so that it was covered.
“Do you mind if I call Tommy while you eat? I can go into the other room.”
“Stay,” Scotty said softly.
“Okay,” Kevin grabbed his cell phone and scrolled through the address book until he found Tommy’s number. It took a few rings for Tommy to answer.
“Hello?” came a drowsy voice.
“Tommy? It’s Kevin,”
“Kev, how are you? Sarah called me, told me what happened.”
“I’m dong okay. Sorry to call you at this time...”
“It’s fine, man. How are Olivia and Scotty?”
“Olivia’s operation went well; the doctors are really pleased. She’s getting about well on her crutches and we should be able to bring her home tomorrow. Scotty came home this evening; he’s trying to eat something at the moment but he’s still feeling nauseous from the concussion. Tommy, I’m sorry to cut to the chase, but I wanted to talk to you about something,”
“Sure,”
“You read a lot of car magazines and blogs, don’t you?”
“There’s no harm in dreaming,” Tommy chuckled.
“Well, I was wondering, do you remember - and this is a longshot - anything that might go wrong with a car that would be difficult to detect?”
“Like what, Kev?”
“That’s just it, I don’t know. I’ve been wracking my brains and I just can’t think of anything, and the police have checked Scotty’s car and they can’t find anything, and Scotty’s sure that there was something wrong with the engine or the gearbox or...he’s sure that there was something wrong with the car.”
“Kev, cars don’t just stop working just like that...”
“Tommy, I know, I know this isn’t Scotty’s fault. Now if you don’t know anything, then that’s fine, but I just had to ask. I had to try.”
“Kev...” Tommy’s tone softened, “I’ll see what I can find. Let me have details of Scotty’s car - make, model, date, specs, anything. Whatever you’ve got, scan it and e-mail it over and I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Thank you,” said Kevin gratefully.
“Don’t thank me yet,” said Tommy wondering what he could possibly find, “just send me the information. And bro...”
“Yeah?”
“You take care of yourself. I’ll speak to you soon.”
“Sure, speak soon,” and they ended the call.
Scotty pushed the remnants of toast away from him and took a small sip of the ginger ale.
“You feeling okay?” Scotty nodded, though it was a little unconvincing. “Do you feel up to talking me through the accident, or shall we pick that up in the morning?”
“I’m really tired.”
“Okay, we’ll get you to bed now, but it’s something we need to talk about it - soon.” Kevin added as an afterthought, “by the way, Olivia sends her love. She also asked me to give you a hug for her, but for the sake of your ribs, I think we’ll save that for a little later.”
TBC