Overcome

Chapter Twent-Six

"You ready?" I ask Justin when we got the okay to go see his dad.

Once Justin finished crying I was able to convince him to go but he refused to move, talk, or do anything. Therefore, I drove. I drove without a licence let alone a permit. If Justin wasn't on lockdown he would've made fun of the way I was driving. I never went above 35 MPH and stopped a mile before every red light. I did catch a teeny tiny smirk on his face once, but then nothing.

"Come on Justin." I say again.

He sits in the wooden hospital chair hunched over, miserable. I pull him up and walk him to room 214.

Mrs. Farrington stood up when we got to the doorway. Justin froze and refused to walk in. I grab his hand and coax him to walk slowly in. I feel Mrs. Farrignton's eyes burning into the back of my head.

Once in the room, Mrs. Farrington walks over and hugs Justin. Justin hugs back awkwardly with one hand because his other hand had a death grip around mine.

"How are you?" She asks.

Justin's silent and his mom backs away realizing that she's not going to get an answer. She looks down and sees our hands together then looks up at me.

I shake my head slightly, embarrassed because she should really be the one comforting him and...well... you know.

Justin's lifeless eyes look from his mother to his father. I fallow them and see that Mr. Farrington is smiling at Justin. Mr. Farrington looks normal except for the fact that he's in a hospital bed. When I was in the hospital I had casts, bandages, IV things, everything you could imagine was hooked up to me. I relax a little when I notice that he dosn't look like he has been hit by a car. Out of the corner of my eye i see Justin relax too.

"Are you going to hug me or just stare at me like I'm a monkey wearing a chicken costume?" His dad jokes.

Justin smiles and the light shoots back into his eyes. "You haven't seen me in however long and that's what you come up with? That's lame dad." He smiles.

Mr. Farrington pulls himself up with the bar that hangs over him. "Jerry! The doctor told you to stay down!" Mrs. Farrington quietly scolds her husband.

Justin gets hesitant and takes a step back.

His mom notices and adds "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Oh, Hush, I'm fine. The doctor never said no to saying hi to my favorite son"

"Dad, come on, what am I? In third grade? I'm your only son"

"Hey, Keep up that attitude and you won't be the favorite anymore!"

"I'm always going to be your favorite" Justin walks over to hug him.

"It's like he never left." Mrs. Farrington speaks behind me.

"Hmm?" I say without turning around.

"They always banter like this. Except at home it's ten times worse."

I laugh quietly "So that's were he gets his sarcasm from!"

"Yes" she snorts. "The sarcasm is all that they do."

We both laugh because we know it's true.

"You're going to be okay right?' Justin breaks our conversation.

"Oh, I'll be just fine. But I don't want you to worry about that. Don't ever worry about me."

"But I can't just forge-"

"Shush. You worry about yourself and getting that girlfriend of yours to the barn."

My face turns bright red. "Um... I'm just... I'm just going to go to the food court. Didn't eat breakfast. Um... I'll let you have your family time." And I slowly back out of the room.