The Fire

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I woke up. "Dad?"

"No, you had been like that 8 months. I am your brother Tillie."

I heard nervousness in his voice. I usually don't hear that. "Is he OK?"

"He ran away and blamed himself for what happened to you."

"What did happen?"

"Wrong way driver."

Shields came in and checked me and I was allowed to go. I could walk and everything. I then saw news reports of the accident and saw Paul's injuries. I felt bad.
We got on a plane and went to the US. We were lead to the state of Kansas. Tillery's work stuff tracked him to a bar. We walked in and sat down. The song Carry On My Wayward Son start to play and Paul sang it. I know why he was doing karaoke to this and he was half drunk. He was still wearing my necklace.

He didn't do to bad. I know he didn't see us. At the end of the song he collapsed. I started to run up to him and a bar owner stopped me.

"I am a medic."

He let me go and my brother showed him his badge. He didn't like that. Not when he had international status. He also told the man that was our dad. He told him to call for help.

I could tell it wasn't a overdose. Help came and I went with them. Tillery met us there. I explained I was a medic and showed them my proof that I was. Tillery sat in the waiting room and I stayed with him. I could tell he was sick.
This was more then being drunk. So, I sat and had my hand on his arm.

"Dad, nothing was ever your fault. You tried your best and I know you don't know this. But, I am still here because you never gave up."

I started to cry. I felt like I could have stopped this. The doctor came in and said that it was his appendix. I was then kicked from the room. I went to see my brother. I saw he had Dad's phone and was looking through it.

"So, what is up."

"Dad's phone he never forgot all of us."

"I was kicked from the room. It was his appendix."

"That would explain a lot."

He called Richard and explained to him what was going on. He had called him on Paul's cell phone. I felt so bad. They were so close. Then all Paul did was push him away.

We were allowed to see him. They think they caught it in time. We both sat next to him. My brother handcuffed him to the bed. We didn't want him to try to run. We hated this. As soon as he was well enough. We were going to take him back to Germany weather he liked it or not.