So Long, and Goodnight

11. The Ward

Chapter 11
The Ward

POV- Virgil

    It had been an agonizing day for all of us, but more so for the Terrible Two and I. At least Scott and Grandma were at the hospital and would here any news as soon as it happened. If anything happened while I was away, I had to wait.

    Thankfully nothing had happened, but it hadn't helped my feeling of unease throughout the day. And it hadn't helped me answer the questions, asked by the teachers, about my two older brothers.

    I hadn't lied exactly, but I hadn't told the whole truth; deciding just to tell them that John was ill and Scott was looking after him until he got better. In my eyes, John didn't need the teachers judging him on top of everything else he was dealing with.

    They just said that they hoped he felt better soon, and that they would do a make-up pack for the both of them; not that John needed one of those packs, but he'd probably get bored otherwise.

    And now it was almost another agonizing wait for the news on my next up brother.

    Apparently Scott's mystery girl, Jane, had told him that John would most likely be woken up later today, and that they only put him in the induced coma to give his wounds time to heal. All we had to do now was wait for somebody to come tell us he was awake.

    Hopefully that wouldn't be too much longer. I really hate the waiting aspect, even at home. While at a hospital it was worse, only because it was waiting for news on a loved one.

    When I'd left this morning, Scott had been as well as could be expected - given the circumstances - but now he just seemed a little lost. He had this distant look in his eyes, which he only ever got when he was deep in thought.

    "You okay, Scotty? You know, apart from the obvious." I asked.

    He looked at me with a little confusion. He must have thought that he had been alone till I asked him the question.

    "I guess I'm okay." He shrugged, "Just thinking about something that's been bothering me."

    "And what's that?"

    "Something that Jane mentioned." He answered, "She said how she's tried to take her life seven time since she arrived at this hospital, five months ago. It just got me thinking about her family."

    That got me thinking.

    "What if she doesn't have one?" I blurted out, "Surely she wouldn't have stayed in the hospital, for five months, if she had one. Maybe she calls herself Jane Doe as a means of nobody finding that out."

    A dawning realization passed across his face. This was probably something that he hadn't thought of.

    "You might be right, Virg."

    Just then, a doctor walked through a set of double doors and started making his way towards us. He wasn't the same one as yesterday, but if he was giving us information, I didn't care.

    As soon as he got close enough to us for Gordon and Alan to realize that he was coming to us, they nearly vaulted across the back of the couch and practically launched themselves at the poor man.

    "Are you here to tell us about Johnny?"

    The poor doctor looked a little shocked at having two blond children launching themselves at him, with one of them wearing a very questionable, very loud Hawaiian shirt.

    "Uh... Yes, I am." He said slowly, "That is if this Johnny, is John Tracy."

    We all nodded. I don't think his second sentence was aimed at Grandma, Scott and I, but more at Gordon and Alan.