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The Phone Call: Part IV

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The Phone Call

Part IV

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

 

“I’m not ready for kids,” Trevor said on a heavy sigh as he dropped his head in his hands as the sounds of children coughing, drunks vomiting, and the emergency room triage nurse yelling at everyone filled the air while he sat there, seriously wondering where he’d gone wrong.

“You’re really not,” Mikey, his favorite little pain in the ass, said with a solemn nod while the reason that they were here said, “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

Biting back a groan, he shifted his attention to the stretcher in front of him just as Sebastian nodded absently with a murmured, “I think I’m going to lie down now,” as he hugged his bloody hand against his chest and-

“Umm, you are lying down,” Mikey pointed out as Sebastian closed his eyes and rolled over onto his side with a pained groan.

“I’m dying,” his son said, making his gut turn even though he knew that his son was fine.

Well, except for his mangled hand that is.

“You’re not dying,” Mikey said even as she pushed the guardrail down and carefully climbed onto the stretcher so that she was sitting next to Sebastian and could take his good hand in hers.

He still wasn’t sure how this happened.

One minute he was playing catch with Mikey and the next…

“You can have my baseball mitt when I die,” Sebastian said as Mikey helped herself to his discarded apple juice.

“Already planned on taking it,” she said as she finished off his apple juice.

“And I want you to move on and find a new best friend,” he said weakly while Trevor sat there, shaking his head and wondering what the hell was wrong with the men in his family.

“Already have,” Mikey said with a shrug that earned her a one-eyed glare.

“Brat,” Sebastian muttered as he closed his eyes again while Trevor sat there, wondering where the damn doctor was.

“Who do you think you’re going to live with?” Mikey asked as she reached for the second apple juice and carefully held the straw against Sebastian’s lips.

“I wanna say mom, but she can’t cook,” Sebastian murmured around the straw.

“That and she might end up in prison after this,” Mikey pointed out.

“True,” Sebastian said, pulling away from the straw with a shake of his head, letting Mikey know that he couldn’t handle anymore.

“Maybe you could come live with me,” Mikey said even as she threw him a dimpled smile with the hopes that he didn’t strangle the little trouble-maker.

“That would be nice,” Sebastian said, going pale right around the time that Trevor decided that they’d waited long enough.

“Stay here,” he said, getting up and-

“What the hell happened?” Uncle Ethan asked as shoved the curtains aside and stepped into the small exam room, wearing a Yankees shirt and baseball cap, letting him know that he’d come here straight from the game.

“That man,” Mikey, the little traitor said, pointing at him, “doesn’t know how to throw a curve ball.”

“It’s true,” Sebastian said weakly, “He doesn’t.”

“I see,” Uncle Ethan said as he gestured for Mikey to move aside, but Sebastian simply shook his head and tightened his hold on her hand.

“Where’s Zoe?” his Uncle asked as Trevor did his best not to wince.

“She passed out after she saw all the blood,” Mikey said, helpful as ever. “Uncle Jason is most likely trying to talk her out of kill him,” she said, once again pointing in his direction.

“I didn’t know he was there,” he said, trying to not to think about that moment when he’d shoved the cinderblock out of the way so that he could search for the ball and the screams that had followed.

“It was dark out,” Mikey added helpfully before nodding towards Sebastian and said, “And he was mostly likely trying to scare me,” which earned a ghost of a smile from Sebastian.

“It worked,” Sebastian said, chuckling weakly as Uncle Ethan removed the towel and-

“Uncle Trevor?” Mikey said, frowning in his direction as the room started spinning. “Are you okay?”

“I umm, I’m just gonna…” he started to say as he moved to stand up only to frown when the floor rushed up to meet him.

The was a heavy sigh and then, “He’s really not ready for kids.”

 

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4 Responses to “The Phone Call: Part IV”

  1. Jo Ann Reinhold says:

    I think Sebastian and Mickey are so adorable!!! Hope one day you will give us a peek into the future….. 🙂

  2. Samantha-Jayne Brown says:

    Have just finished reading all of your books available on iBooks. I’m totally hooked! Can’t wait for the next one. Just gonna have to do what I normally do when I finish reading books I love, just read them again! Keep up with th good work, love to you, your family and all fellow fans xx

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