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Will He Ever Go Away

"How the hell did it get out?"

"It's been like forty minutes?" Brandon questioned angrily as he glared up at the hospital's flat screen TV, where a "reporter" was currently covering a story on Reba McEntire's emergency rush to the hospital.

"People." Kelly breathed out in annoyance. She'd met her husband at the hospital just barely over twenty minutes ago, after receiving a panicked call from him. Dropping River by Ashley Aarison's house, she came as quickly as humanly possible. Now they were currently both in the lobby of the hospital awaiting any and all updates on Reba. Once they'd arrived Brandon was hurriedly asked to sign consent for an emergency surgery, in which he willingly did so.

"Brandon!" Narvel's voice called out from down the hall, causing both Brandon and Kelly to turn around in shock. What on earth was his father doing here?

"What are you doing here?" Brandon questioned in disbelief, once Narvel was in earshot.

"A better question is what is she doing here?" Kelly added with an eye roll as she noticed Laura who appeared behind Narvel, huddled up in a large gray sweatshirt, acting as if the current situation actually affected her.

"I'm still in Reba's emergency contact list, they called me." Narvel breathed out uneasily. He was certain now that his son obviously knew that Reba was pregnant but he wasn't sure if Brandon was aware that he knew as well.

"Oh," Brandon mumbled softly in response. He didn't really feel like making small talk with his father, let alone trying to hide the fact that his step-mother might lose the baby no one was supposed to know about.

"How is she?" Narvel questioned a moment later, genuinely concerned.

"We don't know," Brandon said, his eyes darting to the side as he tried to remain calm.

"You know I have everything handled, why don't you just go home?" Brandon added a second later, shifting his hands to his camouflage pant pockets.

"I know how tired of tending to everyone you are." He added harshly under his breath. 

"I think it would be best if we stay." Laura piped up softly from behind Narvel, causing Kelly to mumble under her breath.

"And I know it would be best if YOU didn't," Brandon argued back defensively. Since when did this woman think she could have a thought on the subject, let alone a say?

"Why are you even here?" Brandon asked, specifically addressing Laura. It was obvious he didn't care for either of their presences, but hers specifically not only bothered but angered him.

"Because this is serious."

"Your father needs support." She answered softly in an eerily kind voice as if she didn't detect his annoyance at all, which in return only made him angrier.

"Right because he's the one in there on his death bed, my bad, I forgot." He answered back snidely.

"Honey you forgot in their world it's all about Narvel." Kelly piped in, startling Brandon a bit as she appeared right behind him. Normally she wouldn't even bother to entertain their stupidity, but it was late, she was pregnant, and they had Reba's well-being to worry about. Her give a damn had gone out the window about forty minutes ago when Brandon had called.

"What's with the attitude, I thought we were friends?" Laura questioned defensively. It was the first time since she'd spoken that she'd shown any emotion other than "kindness". So the woman actually did feel?

"Was that before or after you became a back stabbing bitch?" Kelly questioned angrily, walking a little closer in Narvel and Laura's direction, her ombré bun bouncing a bit as she did so.