Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2004 10:29:08 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - book 9, chapter 3
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The Castaway Hotel-Book 9-by BW (Yng-Frnds). Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 3 - The worst is over. July 2004
Jake and the boys had been gone for over an hour, but I was expecting them
back almost any time. I knew it would take some time for him to fix
dinner, eat and then return, so I had figured they wouldn't be back
quickly. While I waited, I sat beside Andrew, held his hand, watched a
little television and continued to stroke his hair and speak to him during
the commercials. It was during one of these times that I noticed his eyes
began to flutter, and then they finally opened.
I was stunned and I'm sure my mouth dropped open at that point. I wasn't
sure if this meant he was back with us or if this was just a temporary
improvement in his condition. I thought about going to get someone, but I
didn't want to leave him just yet, so I just pushed the call button that
set off a signal at the nurses' station. After staring into space for a
few seconds, Andrew's eyes focus on me and I smiled at my boy.
"Dad," he said weakly, causing my heart to leap with joy and a lump to form
in my throat. This lump delayed me from answering him for a few seconds,
and during that time, Andrew's eyes came completely into focus, and he
looked about the room briefly. That's when he spoke again. "Where am I?"
he asked, innocently.
"You're in the hospital," I told him. "You had an accident on your bike.
Don't you remember?" I could tell he was thinking about what I had just
said.
"Oh, yeah," he replied, after a brief delay. "The front wheel on my bike
started wobbling and came off. When it did, it sent me flying down a
bank," he continued, though his voice was hushed and it seemed to be taking
a great deal of effort for him to respond to my questions. Therefore, I
thought it best to end our discussion.
"Yes, that's right," I advised him, "but you're going to be fine now. Just
lie back and rest. You don't need to say anything more for now, but it
will take you a while to recover completely." Andrew began to close his
eyes again, but then his eyelids shot open once more and he looked back at
me.
"Where's Jesse?" he wanted to know.
"He's home, but he's fine," I assured him. "He went home with Jake for a
little while, to eat, but he'll be back shortly. He didn't want to leave
you, but I made him." Andrew gave mme a small, but forced smile, and then
he closed his eyes again. I guess that was all he needed to know and now
he could relax once more.
The doctor entered the room several minutes later, to talk to me about
Andrew's condition, but I beat him to the punch. "Andrew came to and spoke
to me," I told him, which caused the doctor's eyebrows to rise.
"He spoke to you?" he questioned, possibly imagining that it was just
wishful thinking on my part.
"Yes, he asked me where he was and what happened, and then he told me about
the accident," I replied.
"That's great news," the doctor conceded, once he concluded that it
probably did happen. "I came to tell you that the swelling was continuing
to go down and he was progressing nicely, but I thought it might still take
another day or two before he regained consciousness. This is terrific
news," he added, finally letting a grin form on his lips.
"I can't tell you how grateful I am, Doctor. I was afraid I might lose
him, or at least lose the boy he was," I admitted, now feeling relieved
that I wouldn't have to live through anything like that. The doctor was
just about to respond, when Andrew opened his eyes again and spoke.
"Dad, when can I go home?" he asked, in almost a whisper. I immediately
moved back to his side.
"Why don't we let the doctor answer that question," I told him, turning
toward the physician.
"Let me give you a quick examination," the doctor informed him, "but I
think you should stay here until at least tomorrow afternoon, just to be
safe." Andrew grimaced at the news.
"A day," he whined, but I could tell he was also thinking about something
else. It wasn't long before we both discovered what was on his conniving
little mind. "Can Jesse stay with me then?" he pleaded.
"Who's Jesse?" the doctor asked, confused.
"That's his younger brother, the one who's stayed here with us most of the
time," I told him, hoping that's all I'd need to divulge, but then I
thought of something else I should probably add. "Remember, I told you he
was the one who was with Andrew when the accident happened and he was
responsible for getting Andrew help as quickly as we did."
"Ah, so Jesse was the little hero whom I met earlier," he reiterated.
"Yes, you could say that," I told him, "and the two of them are very
close."
"Well, if Jesse will make Andrew more relaxed," the physician added, "I
guess I could leave word that they could stay together for tonight. I'll
have a bed wheeled in for him."
"Can't he just sleep with me?" Andrew pleaded, causing the doctor to give
him a quizzical glance. Due to Andrew's age, though, I'm sure the
neurologist wasn't thinking about anything of a sexual nature happening
between them. I believe he was merely considering how it might affect his
patient. After thinking it over, he spoke to Andrew again.
"Would you promise me that you'll take it easy and get plenty of rest?" the
doctor asked, seeking Andrew's reassurance.
"I promise," Andrew told him, instinctively crossing his heart as he did
so, which caused the doctor to smile.
"Then I guess it will be all right," the physician announced, "as long as I
don't find any more medical problems during my examination of you." Once
that stipulation had been added, the doctor began to check my son over.
The examination was fairly thorough, as he inspected Andrew's eyes, ears,
reflexes, and was just about to listen to his heart and lungs, when I saw
Jake standing in the doorway. He was holding Jesse's hand firmly, to keep
him from rushing into the room, so I signaled him to remain there and I
excused myself, so I could go talk to him. I suggested we step back out
into the hall, where we wouldn't disturb the doctor and I could explain
what was going on. Jesse didn't want to go with us, and he kept indicating
he wanted to go in with Andrew, but I told him the doctor needed to be
alone with Andrew for a few more minutes. Reluctantly, Jesse gave in once
more.
"As you probably noticed," I began, speaking to the both of them, "Andrew
regained consciousness. He only came to a short while ago," I added,
seeing a mixture of excitement and relief washing over them, "so the
doctor's looking him over, to determine how well he's doing. He'll let us
know what he thinks shortly, as soon as he's finished."
"I seeeee Anndoo," Jesse managed to say, looking hopeful.
"Maybe even more than that," I responded, causing Jesse to give me another
quizzical look. Before I had a chance to explain, the doctor came out to
speak with us.
"Your son is doing remarkably well and I think he's going to be just fine,"
he began, and I heard us all release a sigh of relief.
"When will he be able to go home?" I asked the neurologist, once I regained
my wits about me.
"If he's doing this well in the morning, then there's a good chance I might
be willing to release him after lunch," The doctor advised me. "How does
that sound to you?" he asked, while giving us a knowing grin at the same
time.
"Absolutely wonderful," I replied, while bursting with joy inside.
"Is this Jesse?" the physician asked next, looking at my newest addition
and causing Jesse to wonder how the doctor knew who he was.
"Yes, this is him," I informed him, before turning toward Jesse. "Andrew
told the doctor all about you, when he was trying to get him to agree to
let you spend the night with him," I continued, while watching Jesse's eyes
growing as large as saucers.
"Yes," the doctor confirmed. "I heard you were the hero who saved your
brother's life," he added, which caused Jesse's eyes to bug out from his
head even further and his mouth to drop open.
"The doctor said Andrew's injuries would have been much more serious," I
explained, trying to answer some of Jesse's unasked questions, "if you
hadn't gotten help for him, as quickly as you did."
"Exactly," the doctor agreed. "Had Andrew gone unattended for even another
fifteen or twenty minutes, the swelling of his brain might have expanded to
the point where it could have caused permanent brain damage or possibly
even killed him." This was not only sobering news, but it made us all
realize how close we came to losing Andrew and how important Jesse's
actions were. I think Jesse was now starting to appreciate his importance
too.
That news did not go unnoticed by Little Ricky or Sammy either, whom I
hadn't noticed standing in the background either, and they began to look at
their newest brother in a new light. Both boys began to realize the
significance of the role he had played in this little drama. Jesse had
made sure Sammy got to keep his only biological brother and prevented
Little Ricky from carrying a great weight around with him for the rest of
his life - if he had actually caused Andrew's death because of his prank.
Suddenly, Jesse was thrust into the limelight as the hero and he was
getting a great deal of attention from Sammy and Little Ricky as well.
"Well, I'll leave you all alone now," the doctor advised us, and then he
took a slight pause before continuing to speak. "I imagine the two boys
will want to get settled in now." This comment caused everyone else to
turn in my direction and flash me a very puzzled look. I thought I should
explain.
"Yes, I suppose they will," I told the doctor, before turning toward the
others.
"Andrew got the doctor to give him permission to let Jesse spend the night
with him, as long as he agrees to let Andrew get his rest." A huge smile
burst across Jesse's face and his head began to nod up and down vigorously.
We almost had to hold him back, as he was so excited that he'd actually be
spending the night with Andrew. To make sure he understood everything
before he went in the room, I picked him up and held him in my arms, until
I had explained the entire situation to him.
When I finally put him down, he raced to Andrew's side, sat on the edge of
the bed and stared lovingly at Andrew. The rest of us followed closely
behind. Andrew was very excited about seeing Jesse again, but we had to
make sure he kept his enthusiasm under control.
"Youuuuu bettttt errrr?" Jessed asked Andrew, causing Andrew's eyes to
bulge from their sockets.
"He spoke," Andrew exclaimed. "Dad, Jesse spoke," he reiterated. "Did you
hear him?"
"Yes, I did," I told him, "but he's done that before." Andrew furrowed his
brow, as he tried to understand what I was telling him. "The first time he
spoke was after your accident," I clarified, "when he raced home to let me
know you were hurt. The first thing he said was that you were hurt." Both
boys were beaming now, Andrew over Jesse's accomplishment, and Jesse
because he knew Andrew was going to be fine. It was a wonderful moment.
"I'll arrange for Jesse to start getting some speech therapy, as soon as
possible," I added, "to help him keep improving his language skills. With
a little luck, he'll be talking just like the rest of you within a few
months." That news was also received enthusiastically, and then we let
Sammy and Little Ricky have some time with Andrew too, although Jesse
wouldn't leave Andrew's side. I had pulled Little Ricky aside before he
entered, to suggest he not say anything about what he did to the bike,
until Andrew came home. He readily agreed.
While the boys were with Andrew, I took Jake for a walk, to give us some
time alone. We told the boys what we were going to do, before we left, and
they didn't have a problem with it. As Jake and I walked down the halls, I
began to unburden myself to him. "I was so worried I was going to lose
him," I told Jake.
"I could tell," Jake responded, simply.
"Jake, I'm not sure I could have handled it if something terrible had
happened to him," I continued. "I'm not sure I can do this any more."
Jake looked shocked.
"What are you going to do, kick them all out?" he asked, rhetorically. "Or
will you just keep them all locked up in the house from now on?" I knew he
was being facetious, trying too get me to see the absurdity of my position.
"Jake, I understand I can't do any of that," I explained, "but I also know
I couldn't have handled it, had things not turned out as they have."
"Josh, I also know you couldn't live if you didn't have these boys in your
life," he reasoned. "When you love someone, you also take some risks. I
think we're both wise enough to know that. I lost my wife through divorce
and you lost yours through death, and we've also lost a couple of boys that
way too. The thing is, if you knew that when you first met them, would you
have refused to take them in?"
"No, I wouldn't have sent them away," I admitted, "but it doesn't mean it
didn't hurt to lose them."
"I know that," Jake confided, "but you also gained a great deal from both
of them too, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," I told him, thinking back on the wonderful times I'd had with
Brent and Cody.
"Then just remember that," Jake continued. "Over the years you've taken
many chances and there were many positives that came from them, not just
the bad. Overall, you've had many more good things come from taking care
of the boys, even though the weight of the lows sometimes seem to out
balance the other times. We dodged a bullet today, but it doesn't mean
something bad might not still happen in the future. We have to take each
day as it comes, accept the good with the bad and continue to look toward
the future and not toward the past. You've done a great deal of good by
taking these boys in and I'm sure none of them regret that you did that.
Yet, they've all suffered from those losses too, but I'm positive none of
them would have stayed away, even if they knew something like that was
going to happen. We'll all survive and be better for it, no matter what
happens. Come on, let's go back and enjoy this moment for what it is, not
for what it might have been."
I realized the wisdom in his words and accepted the fact that I might have
been overreacting. To show him how much he meant to me, I threw my arms
around his chest and gave him a tremendous hug, catching him completely off
guard. After a few seconds of hesitation, he hugged me back, and then we
broke our embrace and walked back to Andrew's room. However, I did make
sure to thank him again and tell them how much he meant to me.
A little while later, Jake suggested it was time for him to leave and said
he'd take Sammy and Little Ricky home with him. Sammy looked a little
panicked and quickly asked if he could speak to me alone first. I told him
we could go down to the waiting area, if he wanted to, and he said he
thought that would do just fine.
Once we were alone, Sammy used the opportunity to thank me again for
helping him out of his situation and apologized for not coming to me
sooner. I told him I understood his concerns for not wanting to tell me,
but then went on to explain that I wouldn't have gotten involved in things,
if he had told me that was the way he wanted it. I would have honored his
wishes, unless I felt his safety was in jeopardy. I also reiterated that
he should always at least talk things over with me, to see if I had any
ideas he might find acceptable, even if he didn't want me to take direct
action. He said he would from now on, so I gave him a hug, ready to send
him on his way. However, I soon discovered there was more he wanted to
discuss.
"Dad, I also want to thank you for helping Andrew too," he continued, "but
there's something else." I was a little confused.
"Oh, and what would that be?" I asked him. Sammy began to awkwardly look
around, like he didn't know how to continue. I gave him some time to work
it out on his own. Eventually, he continued.
"Little Ricky told me what he did, and he said he told you too," Sammy
explained, "but I don't know what to do now. I wanted to beat him up,
because of what he did to Andrew, but I know he didn't mean to hurt him.
What do you think I should do?"
"I think you should forgive him and then forget about it," I told him. "It
was an accident, one any of us could have made, just like with any of
Andrew's practical jokes that might have turned out just as badly.
Hopefully, we've all learned from it and nothing like this will happen in
the future."
"But won't I be letting Andrew down, if I don't get even for him?" Sammy
wondered.
"No, not at all," I told him, "and I think Andrew would tell you the same
thing. In fact, if you want to check with him when we go back, you can."
"But he doesn't know about that, does he?" Sammy asked, concerned.
"I think he might," I confirmed. "Little Ricky told Andrew about it that
night when he spent time alone with him. Even though Andrew wasn't
conscious at the time, I think it might still have registered in his brain.
If not, he has the right to know what happened, and I'm sure Little Ricky
will apologize to him again, now that he's awake."
"You really think I should just let it go then?" Sammy wondered, as he
still wasn't certain if he knew what to do.
"Yes, I do," I confirmed. "Is there anything else?" I asked, hoping this
was over.
"No, I guess not," he told me. "Thanks, Dad."
"You're welcome," I told him and then gave him another hug. We walked back
to Andrew's room, and I made sure Sammy got to spend a few minutes alone
with his brother, before Jake took him and Little Ricky back home.
Once Andrew, Jesse and I were alone, I let the two boys spend most of the
evening on their own, with me staying out of the limelight. I did that
because I realized they both needed time with each other, more than with
me. As it began to grow late, I had Jesse slip on one of the pairs of
pajamas I had brought down for Andrew. Even though the boys generally
sleep nude or in their underwear, we keep pajamas on hand, to take with us
when we're away from home. Once they were both ready for bed, I tucked
them in together and kissed them both on the forehead. Observing them
getting comfortable was like watching a broken toy mend itself and come
together as a perfect whole again, and I could tell it was something they
had both missed. It didn't take them long before they fell asleep,
snuggled tightly against each another. After I was certain they were going
to be fine, I left and went home too, as there were things that I needed to
do before morning.
I was still worried about Andrew, but he was doing much better now and in
the very capable hands of the medical staff, so I thought he would do fine
without me. Besides, he also had Jesse with him. On the other hand, I
haven't been able to spend much quality time with Jake for a while, and I
also wanted to make sure both Sammy and Little Ricky had completely gotten
past what was bothering them. When I arrived home, everything seemed to be
going smoothly, at least for our household, but everyone did have a lot of
questions about Andrew. After answering all their queries, I took Sammy
and Little Ricky aside, one at a time, just to ask them a few more
questions. After doing that, I concluded that Sammy had forgiven Little
Ricky and had put his other problems behind him now, since those who had
been bothering him were in jail. Little Ricky was also doing better. He
didn't appear to feel quite as guilty about what he had done, because it
was easier to forgive himself, now that he could see Andrew was going to be
fine. Little Ricky did promise me, once again, that he'd never pull
another prank on anyone, for as long as he lived. This made me feel better
too and it was nice to see things returning to normal.
Once the boys had been taken care of, Jake and I went off to watch a movie
in the family room. We weren't alone, but we only paid attention to each
other and the movie, for a change. When the movie ended, we went to bed,
to give us a little more quality time together and then we turned in. I
would have to get up early in the morning, because I wanted to be at the
hospital by 7:00, not only to check on both boys, but also to catch the
doctor when he made his first rounds. Seeing I didn't know what time that
would be, I wanted to makes sure I was there before he was.
When the alarm went off, I felt better than I had in a few days. It seemed
like most of our problems were now behind us and I was beginning to think
ahead to our vacation. I concluded we all needed a break about now, and
this vacation was coming at the right time. I just hope everything went
off as planned, because I had planned a lot, as I usually do, and we had
others joining us too. It should prove to be interesting, but it also
reminded me about something else.
By the time I got to the hospital, Andrew and Jesse were both up and the
staff had just brought their breakfast. I was expecting to take Jesse down
to the cafeteria to eat, but someone had thought ahead and ordered
something for him too, so both boys were digging in to their cereal,
scrambled eggs, toast, juice and milk. They both flashed me a huge grin as
I walked in the door, so I knew they'd had a good night.
After I spent a little time with them, making sure Andrew was feeling okay
and Jesse was doing all right as well, I went out to the nurses' station.
I asked them if they knew what time the doctor would be by or if he had
left word about discharging Andrew. One of the nurses told me the doctor
should be arriving within the hour, but nothing was noted concerning a
discharge. I thanked them for the information and went back to Andrew's
room. Both boys were just lounging on the bed, still in their pj's. It
looked as if Jesse wasn't planning to get dressed unless Andrew could. I
didn't push the issue, as I saw no harm in them both staying that way.
When the doctor did arrive, he checked Andrew over carefully, but was
constantly under Jesse's watchful gaze. The doctor didn't seem to mind
this intrusion, in fact he explained everything he was doing to his young
'assistant', and Jesse would nod his understanding or force out a word or
two in response. When the doctor finished, he turned toward me. "It
appears he's doing well and will be fine," he informed me. "I'll go and
fill out his discharge papers now. Andrew, you may get dressed, and you
too, Jesse," he added, "and an orderly will arrive with a wheelchair to
take you down to your dad's car." Both boys were glowing. Andrew was
going to get out of this place.
Now that the doctor was finished, I asked to speak to him alone, out in the
hallway, and he consented. Once we were out of earshot of prying little
ears, I asked him the questions that were on my mind. "Doctor, I need to
know a few things before we leave." The physician nodded his
understanding. "First of all, I realize the boys will eventually want to
go out riding again, so I need to know if Andrew will be able to do that.
If so, how long should I wait before I let them do that?" The neurologist
took a few seconds to think about this before responding.
"Yes, he may go riding again, as long as he wears his helmet," he advised
me, "but he'll have to wait until that leg heals, so let's leave this up to
his orthopedist." I nodded slightly, but that led me to my second
question.
"That brings me to something else," I told the physician. "I've been
planning our vacation for several months now and we're scheduled to leave
in a few days. Should I cancel the trip, or will it be all right for
Andrew to go too?" The doctor asked me specific questions about what our
plans were, exactly what we'd be doing and then he made several
observations about what we should or shouldn't include. He also suggested
some options, where he thought there might be some problems.
"If you follow those guidelines," he added, "I see no problem with his
participating." That made me feel good and I breathed a sigh of relief and
thanked the doctor before he left. If I'd been forced to cancel the trip,
it would have affected several other impressionable young men too, and that
might have caused even more problems. Besides protecting Andrew and making
sure he recovered, I certainly didn't want to disappoint the other boys
either. It would have been a tough call, had I been forced to make it.
We actually waited about thirty minutes before the orderly showed up to
take Andrew down to the main entrance, but it only took a few more minutes
before we were actually on our way home. I noticed that Andrew was getting
Jesse to talk more and more, although you could tell it took an enormous
amount of effort on Jesse's part to do so. However, Andrew encouraged his
efforts and then praised him afterward, and this seemed to be all Jesse
needed to give his best effort. It seemed that he was willing to do almost
anything to make Andrew happy.
As we pulled into the driveway, I was surprised to see the bike Andrew had
been riding out in front of the house, all fixed and polished, with Jesse's
lined up beside it. Little Ricky was the first one out of the house, with
Sammy and the others at his heels, and he raced to the Yukon to greet us.
He opened the door for Andrew and Jesse, helping Andrew to get down from
his lofty seat in the S.U.V., to make sure he didn't fall and injure
himself further while using the crutches. Andrew seemed to be enjoying
this special attention, and when they approached the bike, Little Ricky
made an announcement.
"I hope you know I'm really sorry about that dumb trick I tried to pull on
you," he explained, oozing every ounce of sincerity he could muster. "I
fixed the bike and cleaned it up, so it's better than it was before. I
don't imagine you'll be able to go riding again very soon, but it's all
ready to go when you are."
Andrew understood this was meant as an additional apology, but he wasn't
going to make Little Ricky grovel forever. "Hey, it's okay," he told him.
"You didn't mean for me to get hurt and I don't blame you for trying to get
even. Heck, I did things to you first." That seemed to be enough to
remove the final feelings of guilt that had still been nagging Little
Ricky. I looked over at Sammy and gave him a wink, once I got his
attention, because I wanted him to realize that what I told him about
Andrew not wanting revenge had been accurate. He just nodded his head, to
let me know he understood that now.
"Thanks. I'm glad you feel that way," Little Ricky told him, while I was
communicating silently with Sammy. "I really feel bad about the way it
turned out. I never thought anything would happen to you, other than you'd
just get stuck somewhere and maybe have to walk home."
"I know, so let's just forget it. Okay?" Andrew asked, trying to put this
behind both of them.
"Okay, I can do that," Little Ricky agreed, glad this was finally over.
The boys went into the house and disappeared. I knew the three of them
were spending time together, as Little Ricky was still trying to make up
for his blunder, even though Andrew had let him off of the hook. I guess
it was just his nature, but now we could all move on with our lives again.
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**** Author's Note:
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appreciated all feedback I have received. Due to the fact that I don't
know when or if I'll be able to get back to this series, I have decided to
tie up the loose ends and provide three additional chapters for that
purpose. I will try to continue with book 9, if I can, but my personal and
financial situation is such that I have to focus on those issues first. I
will do my best to try to get back to this story, but I cannot make any
promises. In the meantime, I would like to thank everyone who has
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