Make a Wish || Rhett and Link

Chapter 41 - Tears

"Finally, let's get out of here!"

"Alright Super-Cooper, but you know what has to happen first." I told her sternly.

She groaned and flopped back onto the hospital pillow. "I can just take it out myself!"

"You'll wait for the nurse to take the IV out." I sighed. "Not long now."

She absentmindedly scratched her arm and sighed. Cooper wasn't a big fan of waiting for nurses to take needles out. Although she insisted that she did it herself, I made her promise to wait.

"Alright, here I am!" A nurse said as she entered the room. Cooper made a face that said 'finally.'

It was only a short amount of time later that we were able to leave. Cooper practically skipped out of the ward and I smiled. It reminded me of just how much she hated being in the hospital.

*****Cooper's Point of View*****

We reached the car and began heading off. It was a moment before I realised this wasn't the way home.

"Erm, Rhett, Where are we going?" I asked nervously.

"Don't you remember our conversation yesterday?" Link asked.

"Oh, right." I stammered. "Um, so, the cemetery?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh." I gulped.

I sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. We arrived at the cemetery and Rhett and Link both took my hands. We walked the graves, for quite a long time really, until finally we reached the ones we were looking for.

I stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Rhett bent down in front of me and looked up into my eyes.

"Cooper, are you okay?" He asked gently.

Then I cried. Hang on, that was wrong. I full-on bawled. Rhett pulled me into his arms, and Link joined the hug. We sat on the grass together, and for some reason, a memory popped into my head.

<<< Flashback <<<

I tossed and turned for what felt like the billionth time in my bed. It was the middle of the night. Mom was asleep. Dad was asleep. Harper was asleep. I could hear her snoring from my side of the room. It was as if everything was against me sleeping. From the noise of the tree taping on the window, to the california heat, I wasn't getting anywhere like this. I threw my covers off in frustration and figured that maybe a glass of milk was all I needed to get myself back to sleep.

I tiptoed out of the room, trying not to wake my 16-year-old sister and headed down the hallway. My feet made the floorboards creak. I was pretty sure that there was some unwritten rule that everything you do is louder at night when you're trying to be quiet.

But then I noticed something odd. My parents weren't asleep. Their door was closed, but I could see the light poking through the cracks. I almost knocked on it to say hi, but as I got closer, I heard a horrible sound.

Nobody likes the sound of their mother crying. Nobody.

Hang on, why was she crying? I thought back to the past 3 weeks. My family was acting...weird. My mother, well, she choked up whenever she saw me. My father had started drinking again. Not bad, but he'd have a bit of scotch every night. Harper hardly talked to me, and when she did, it was just little things like passing the butter.

I sat down just outside the door to listen. Why? I don't know. I should've just gone back to bed, but I didn't.

"Shh...Vicky, it's going to be okay." I heard my dad soothe.