Rebellion

Not Alone

Not Alone

​Dave groaned as he sat back in his desk. He was looking at the two men standing in front of him, each with their own injuries. This was the fourth time in the week that they'd both been brought here. They stood there with their arms crossed over their chests, glaring icily at each other. He was just getting used to creating the new nation and setting things into motion. He was getting crews of people all over to start growing things, building shops, and hopefully they could get some help from other countries too. He never thought that he'd have to continue breaking up fights over a man. And if he had thought he would've had to do this, he never thought it would be between two men.

​"Look guys, I really don't have the time to deal with you two fighting."

​"Then tell him to leave us alone."

​"There's no 'us' between you and him."

​Dave glared at the two men who looked like their fifth brawl would be right here in his office.

​"Okay look you two, if you're having this much of a problem with each other, you need to talk with Jeremey or maybe actually voice your problems to Chester because the poor guy doesn't even know that you're trying to kill each other."

​That stopped them from arguing and they both looked somewhat ashamed of themselves.

​"I'm not going to get caught up in this, you two need to figure this out with each other."

​The two of them nodded and then Dave waved for them to get out of his office. They walked out and he sighed. This was really too much. He was not a counselor. He called Jeremey.

​"Hey Dave, what can I for you?"

​"It's Mike and Scott again," he said and Jeremey snickered.

​"Oh really? I had no idea. You need me to talk with them? Together or separately?"

​"Together would probably be better. But I highly doubt that they'll agree to that."

​"It's fine. They'll just get a separate call that tells them to come to a private meeting. Then they'll both show up and I'll tell them what's really going on."

​"You're a sneaky devil," Dave admitted, "Like that stunt you pulled before with sending Mike in Chester's room when he didn't ask for him."

​"I'm good at getting people together," Jeremey replied, "Look, I'll see what I can do."

​"Thanks. I appreciate it."

​"No problem."

​He hung up and then got up. He had to make one more call before he could head out but before he could, there was a knock on the door.

​"Yea?"

​The door opened and he was surprised to see Chester's kid. He really needed to start referring to him as Isaiah and not Chester's kid.

​"What can I do for you Isaiah?"

​"Did you just finish talking to Mike and Scott?"

​"Yea," Dave said and the boy nodded before shutting the door and walking towards him.

​"My dad's not feeling well."

​Dave frowned, "What do you mean?"

​"I mean he's sick," Isaiah said, "And Mike and Scott are so busy trying to hate each other that they don't care anymore."

​"Is he alright? Is it just a cold or something?"

​"I don't know," Isaiah said quietly, "Is Jeremey a doctor too?"

​"Let's go," Dave said before nodding to the boy to lead the way. They walked down the halls and they passed by Larry who was hanging out with Brad and Joe. They seemed to have pretty close. Soon they were going up stairs and then to Chester's room. When they got in, Isaiah shut the door and walked over to the bed. Dave swallowed. Chester didn't look good at all. He was covered in sweat, his breathing was shallow and uneven and his eyes were shut.

​"He's been sleeping all morning....I didn't know what to do."

​"We should probably get Jeremey....but he's more of a psychiatrist than a medic."

​But Isaiah was already out of the room. Dave sighed and leaned down next to Chester. He brushed the man's sweaty hair off his head and then went to get a towel. He got it cold and then walked back to the sick man on the couch. He slowly wiped the sweat off his forehead and wrapped the towel gently around his neck to give him some relief. The door opened and he was surprised to see Isaiah returning with Larry.

​"What's going on?" he asked in surprise.

​"Larry was on the emergency team in the military," Isaiah said with a smile, "He was taught stuff like this."

​"And you never thought to bring this up?" Dave asked.

​"We had doctors before," Larry said simply before walking forward. He leaned down next to Chester and gently felt his head. He didn't know if he'd ever seen Larry act so cautious around anyone before. It was nice to see this different side to him.

​"Do you know what the problem is?"

​"Well he's definitely not doing so hot," Larry muttered, "Do yew remember the last time he ate something 'Saiah?"

​So everyone was apparently on nickname terms with the boy except for him. Dave decided that he needed to get more involved with these people. If Charles Bennington hadn't killed the future president, it would've been a lot easier. He decided he hated that man more than Mark.

​"I don't know. I thought Scott was taking care of him."

​"Yea well that's the last thing Scott knows," Larry mumbled and Dave had a feeling that the issue between Scott and Mike was now a building-wide matter. People were taking sides. This could tear everything apart. The Irishman stood up and gathered Chester in his arms.

​"What are we going to do?"

​"I'm going to take him down to that room that we cleared out and deemed the hospital room until we get hospitals back and running."

​"Is he really that bad?"

​"Well, he hasn't woken up yet and he's gotten a couple degrees hotter. I'd say he's in a bit of trouble."

​They headed down the steps and into the bigger room where there were a couple of beds spread out. Larry laid Chester down on the bed and then left the room again.

​"I wish he'd talk more," Dave said.

​"He doesn't have to. He's going to go see if we have any more supplies," Isaiah said quietly.

​"How did you get that?"

​"Mr. Farrell, if I were going to suggest something, I'd say maybe you should spend more time with the people around you. You don't know them like you used to. This president work has really pulled you away from everyone. I know for sure that your friends would help you. I even heard Brad and Joe saying that they would lead with you if that would make you come out of that office sometimes."

​"I have stuff to do. It's what comes with being the president or whatever."

​"Well, I'll tell you then. Larry doesn't talk much because he doesn't have to. He'll voice his thoughts when he thinks it's important. But he's easy to understand. Most of the time, he doesn't think his opinion matters that much. He's not a leader or a close friend of yours so he keeps to himself."

​"He shouldn't think that."

​"But why not? You haven't given him a reason to think that he is part of your trusted people apart from taking them in. His group of friends is gone and he's here with people he's only known for a month or so and you expect him to be really vocal about his opinion?"

​"It's not like I'll kill him if he says something I don't agree with."

​They couldn't continue their conversation because the man they were discussing was coming back with a bag.

​"Not much but I got what I needed," he said before leaning back of Chester. Dave had almost forgotten they were all hanging out because Chester was sick. Isaiah watched their new doctor start working. Dave sat back in a chair and waited. Time ticked by and then Larry was backing up.

​"Well, not eating definitely didn't help but he should be okay. The fever made things worse but give it a couple days and it should die down. If not, we'll need some major antibiotics."

​"Thank you," Isaiah smiled at the Irishman. Larry nodded and then he headed out of the room. Isaiah gave Dave a glare and he sighed before getting up as well.

​"I hate that you're right about things, kid," he said. Isaiah smirked and then he headed after Larry.

​"Hey, Larry, hold up a second."

​The man stopped walking but didn't turn around. He jogged up to him and smiled slightly.
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​"Look, I think we need to talk."

​He noticed Isaiah was right. Larry was easy to understand even though he didn't talk. There was a flicker in the other man's eyes.

​"Yea?"

​And he found himself not being able to come up with anything to say. Why was it so hard to talk to people like this? He looked at the man across from him. The kid had really known what he was talking about. He was a terrible person to his friends.

​"I think I'm going to need your help."

​No answer, just a look. He nodded slightly.

​"Actually, I know I'm going to need your help. I need someone to help me with this president thing. It's really not working out how I need it to. I'm not able to spend time with anyone. I don't even know how to talk to people anymore. It's really not okay. You were in the military with your friends, you have some idea of how things work right?"

​"Yes."

​"Then I'm going to need your help. I don't have any of that experience. I know what I need to do with certain things but I don't know how to do them. Hell, I'd let you be the president if you wanted but I know you don't want that."

​"I'll help ye. All ye had to do was ask," Larry replied, "But I'm going with Brad and the others out to some of the destroyed cities."

​"When was that planned?"

​"Few days ago. We're going to help them out."

​"Alright. That's good."

​Larry nodded his head slightly, "I'll see ye when we get back."

​Dave watched the Irishman walk off before frowning. Why didn't he know about all of these plans? He really needed to start concentrating on his people here. They all meant a lot to him. Isaiah was right. He smiled and shook his head. With all the shit going on right now, he was never going to get a break from all of these people and he was happy that it would never happen. They had all pushed him forward to this rebellion, to this takeover and he could never thank them enough for supporting him. He smiled at Larry's retreating back. That man had lost everything here yet he remained. He must have made some sort of impact on them.