mm_phreak (mm_phreak) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-21 18:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | chad, logan, npc |
Chad and Logan's father's day celebration, apt 6116, closed
Sundays were always Xbox days. Had been since Chad had bought one back in 2002. Lindsay thought it was a great bonding tool for the boys and had supported their countless tournaments from one game to the next, even trying to keep up with the Resident Evil plot lines and the Halo series. Mostly, she'd just laughed when the boys decided nabbing the bad guys wasn't fun and they'd see if both characters could die simultaneously.
Logan hadn't planned much for today, even though it was Father's Day and he'd bought Chad a present. He was kinda bummed because his father was working. "Stupid crummy holiday." He muttered to the note left on the table for him. With a deep sigh he returned to his room, picked up the present and set it by the note. Maybe Chad would find it when he came home and Logan wasn't there.
Going up to the roof had been Chad's escapist sort of thinking place. So Logan decided it could be his too. He went out and paced back and forth for a bit, thinking about the years gone past and how much he hardly saw his father since they moved here. Did he like it? No, he didn't. Did he understand it? Yeah, he did. Did he have to appreciate the amount of ass being busted so he wasn't living across town with bars over his bedroom windows? No, but he did anyway.
After what seemed like an hour or so, Logan decided the wind was getting rather nippy to be out on the roof. Besides, maybe his dad had been able to come home early or for lunch at least. He made his way back down to the apartment, let himself in, and saw the answering machine blinking. His cell phone had a message on it too. Logan picked it up and played what had been recorded. Mr. Kennard, this is Linda from St. Mark's hospital. Please contact us when you get this message, it is urgent."
Logan felt the color drain from his face as he slunk down onto a chair. The first thought in his mind was he had lost his father. In a numb state he dialed the number back and barely heard the switchboard options. After the recording repeated three times, Logan stood up, snatched the present off the table and went to catch a cab.
Nearly a half hour later he found himself yelling at some poor nurse behind a desk, demanding to know where his father was. He'd pulled out his wallet, his learner's permit, birth certificate and school id for proof on who he was.
The nurse seemed baffled as to why Logan was so upset, but she told him directions on his father and handed him back all his identification. Chad's partner was sitting in his room, and had an ear open for approaching footsteps. Hearing a set at a quick jog, he got up and went to the door.
Logan's face was tear streaked and as he nearly ran into the man, he balled up his fist and hit him too. "You let him get hurt! Don't you know how important he is and it's fucking Father's Day you oaf." He shouted, then burst into tears. "He's all I have here. The only parent I have left." Came out in whimpers.
Chad's partner had expected Logan to be upset, maybe a little hurt, but not downright pissed off like this. "Hold up kid. Didn't the tell you he only injured his knee?"
Logan pulled back a little. "His knee? He's not shot or dead?" He asked, confused and still pissed off.
Roberts shook his head. "No he jumped a fence in pursuit and pulled ligaments off his knee. He might need surgery to reattach them but he's gotta rest and have crutches. Can't come back to work for a couple weeks either."
Now Logan was both relieved and pissed off. He'd gotten all worried and pissy at that nurse for no good reason and he'd been pissed off that his dad had gone in to work today, all set to fully ignore him for a while after he'd gotten home. On the bright side though, it didn't sound like anything major that would cause him to stay hospitalized. Maybe they could sit around and play games all week. "Is he awake and all? Can I see him at least?" Logan asked, kinda wondering if his thoughts earlier had somehow managed to transfer over into action.
Roberts nodded. "Go ahead. I need to check in and get coffee anyway." He patted Logan's shoulder. "He's gonna be fine kid." Figuring the kid wanted time, he took off down the hall before Logan could change his mind.
Chad pretended to be asleep. He'd heard the conversation outside his door and he hated being stuck right where he was. It wasn't fair to put Logan through that kind of torture and he really shouldn't have tried to push after the kid running away. It wasn't fair that he had chosen to work today, but hell he didn't have a reason other than work made him numb. Now he was gonna have plenty of idle time to think about things he didn't want creeping up anymore.
Logan took a deep breath, walked in and sat in the chair beside the bed. Somehow the paleness of the sheets, walls and room in general made everything else pale. He didn't like it, but he couldn't change it either. He set the present down on the rolling table and looked at the paperwork that was there. A white sheet listed care instructions and a yellow sheet listed his insurance information. There was a pink sheet with drawing on it, some scribbling that Logan could barely read stating prev. torn meniscus - 16 y/o and notes about MRI's and x-rays.
Chad grumbled and turned slowly at the paper rattling noises. He'd had a round of pain killers, a divulge of medical history and a few tests done, but mostly he was treated, given instructions, and had been waiting for Logan to come before he got discharged. "Sorry you had to come get me, Lo." He said shaking his head. Logan hadn't been Lo quite a few years. Six at least, when he said he was tall enough to not be so low.
Today, Logan smiled at the nickname. "'Sokay, old man. Figured you'd do something your body couldn't handle at this age. Wanna tell me what happened?"
Chad laughed. "Chased a kid that ripped off one of those funky shops down in Vine Square. He jumped a fence, landed and took off again. I followed, besides the taking off again part. So I've got orders to rest, some crutches, a couplea appointments to follow up and this funky brace thing." He said, pulling the sheet over his left leg and showing off a clunky black brace over his knee, part of his thigh and some of his shin.
Logan scratched his head. "Shitty deal, Dad." He picked up the present and handed it to Chad. "Since you've got time, happy father's day."
Chad opened the wrapped package and nodded. "Seems to me this is better on two player mode. Waddya say we bust outta here and go kick some zombie ass?" He asked with a grin.
Logan nodded. "Can't think of anything better to do." Truthfully, he'd rather be anywhere but here or in this setup. He hated hospitals just as much as his dad did. "Did you get the all clear to leave?"
Chad nodded, pointing to the paperwork on the rolling table. "Yeah, but I was waiting for you to get here. What do you say to ordering delivery stuff for a couple weeks?" He asked, pretty sure he didn't want to be going out and doing any sort of shopping on crutches.
Logan wrinkled his nose. "I can cook some stuff, Dad. How about pizza for tonight and I'll figure stuff out for the rest?"
Chad stuck his hand out. "Deal if we get to test this out for the rest of the day."
Roberts waited out in the hall as the doctor went over discharge paperwork with both Chad and Logan, then drove the guys home and made sure Chad got to his apartment. Before taking off again, he handed Logan one of his cards with instructions to call at any time he needed.