Starman (Frerard)

chapter one, part two- "Good Kid"

Chapter 1:

Part 2- "Good Kid."

 

 

 

"Did you take your prescriptions, Grandpa?"

"Yes."

"You're absolutely sure?" I raised my brow. He nodded. "Wait here, I'll be right back." I ran into my grandparents' house. We were already late.

"Haven't you driven off yet?" my grandma asked, taking a tray of cookies out of the oven.

"He says he's sure he took his prescriptions. I, on the other hand, am not. His bag was empty." I started looking around the living room.

"Well, where does he normally put them, Nana?" I asked grandma whilst running around the house, shuffling through stacks of paper.

"Sometimes he takes them to his office…" She said, distracted by the cookies she was putting into empty jars.

"Thanks." I ran up the stairs, and entered grandpa's office. They weren't on the desk.

I opened every drawer in the room, until I saw the prescriptions under a coffee mug on the little table near the loveseat.

"Told him not to drink coffee…" I murmured nervously while snatching the papers and running downstairs.

"Bye Nana!" I yelled, almost running out of the front door when she stopped me.

"Wait!" she shouted I turned back, catching my breath.

"What?" I asked. She smiled and handed me a cookie.

"Oh, you're the best!" I took a bite of the cookie, kissed her on the cheek and ran outside.

"Took them, eh?" I asked sarcastically, waving the papers at grandpa while getting into the car. He got into the seat beside me.

"I must've forgotten…" he murmured. I started the car, and started driving.

It wasn't a long drive to the clinic. It took about fifteen minutes, yet, it always seemed like more. We didn't talk a lot in the car.

Grandpa looked pale today. Sort of yellow-ish.

Five minutes into the ride, I decided to break the silence.

"George, have you been drinking coffee?" We stopped at the red light. I looked at him. He didn't say anything.

"Grandpa, we talked about this…" I said, disappointed. "You have to do what the doctor tells you, they know what's best for you better than you do."

"No one knows what's best for me except from me." Grandpa wasn't cheery today. He hasn't been cheery for a long time, actually. But today, he looked even more gloomy than usual.