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Part 21 – Showdown
By the time Colby finished with the whole magazine, the
tension in the room had relaxed somewhat, due to sheer boredom. Edward was back to reading the newspaper and
Min staring into the middle distance.
Alan was doing a puzzle in his Sudoku book, with Amy making ‘helpful’ comments
that reminded Don of Charlie.
As if summoned by his thoughts, the door to Will’s room
swung open and Charlie came bouncing in.
“Don!” he cried. “You’re not
gonna believe this!”
“Shh,” Don said with a smile, holding up his hands. “Not so loud.”
Megan waved from outside the door. She began to talk with David as the door
swung shut.
“Oh, sorry,” Charlie said in normal tone of voice.
“Charlie,” Don said. “This is more of Will’s family – his sister
Amy and his parents. Everybody, this is
my brother, Charlie.”
Charlie held his hand out to Min. “Hi!”
“Charlie?” Min said sharply.
“Umm, yes,” Charlie said, his hand falling back to his side.
“Charlie is your son,
a man,” she said, eyeing Alan.
“Well, yes,” Alan said uneasily.
“And this man?” she pointed at Colby. “Your son-in-law is …?”
“Charlie’s significant other.”
Min’s face was flushed as she slowly got to her feet. “I had assumed that Charlie was short for
Charlene or Charlotte, and the name of your daughter, his wife, the child’s
mother. In a normal family that would be the case.”
“There’s nothing ‘abnormal’ about my family,” Alan snapped.
“One of them in a
family is unfortunate, yes, but it’s a flaw, sort of like a birth defect, something
to be dealt with and overcome. But two
of your children, both children, is
…” Min shook her head as if she didn’t have words to convey the severity of the
situation. “It has to be
deliberate. Something in your
environment, or a defect in your genes.”
“I am not defective,”
Don snapped. He stood up next to Will’s
bed and put his hand on Will’s good shoulder.
“And neither is Will.”
“How can you call your son’s feelings a ‘birth
defect?’” Alan asked. “Love is love.”
Min’s nostrils pinched, like she had smelled something
foul. “I see. So you … encourage
this sort of behavior?”
“I don’t see how—”
Min interrupted him, her voice hard and clear. “I do not want you around any of my normal
children. You aren’t family,
anyway. Leave, please.”
Alan gaped at her. “Ex-excuse me?”
“You, too,” she pointed to Colby and Charlie. “Cindi and Don can take care of the talking
thing. You don’t need to be here.”
Alan crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in
the chair, making it clear he didn’t plan to leave. “I consider Will my son-in-law. We want to be here to help him.”
“It doesn’t matter what you consider,” Min said coldly.
“You have no legal right to be here.
I don’t want you around my children.
Please leave.”
“Will needs a positive environment,” Alan growled. “Are you claiming that you will give that to
him? That you ever gave that to him?”
“How dare you?”
Min snapped, pulling herself up. “I did
what I could for Will. He seemed like a
good child, but …”
“And now he’s a good man.
If you can’t see that—”
“Please,” Don begged.
“Take it outside? You’re gonna
get us all kicked out.”
“I’d stay quiet, if I were you,” Min warned Don. “You have no legal right to be here
either. I’ll allow it, for now.”
Anger, fear, horror flashed through Don and his hand
clenched on Will’s shoulder. He couldn’t
stand to be separated from Will.
“Mom, don’t do this,” Amy said angrily. “Will needs us all here.”
Min glared at her.
“Get away from that man,” she said, gesturing toward Charlie like he had
some sort of communicable disease.
“Please, Mom, they just want to help,” Cindi said.
“We don’t need their sort of help.” Min snapped.
“Now, get out, or I’m calling security.”
Alan turned to Edward, who was sitting silently, stiffly,
looking at no one. “Dr. Stevens,
Edward. What do you think?”
Edward blinked, opened and closed his mouth as everyone
stared at him.
Alan said firmly, “I think your wife is overtired, stressed
by her son’s condition and her fear of hospitals. Perhaps you should take her home to
rest? You know that a positive
environment is crucial to some patients, and Dr. Jones has made it clear that
this is such a case.”
Edward looked back and forth between Min and Alan, a hunted
look in his eyes.
“Sir?” Don said, allowing his terrible fears into his
voice. “Please?”
Slowly, Edward stood up, his eyes on Don and his
white-knuckled grip on Will’s shoulder.
“Edward,” Min snapped.
“We need to contact security and get this room cleaned out.”
In the tense silence following this demand, Edward didn’t
look at Min, but walked slowly over to Will’s bedside. Alan scooted his chair aside to let Edward
stand next to Will. Edward gazed down at
Will then put his hand over Will’s limp one.
“My boy,” Edward said softly.
He stood for a moment, looking at Will, apparently oblivious
to the strained hush around him.
Shaking himself, he looked directly at Min. “My dear, you’re overwrought. We should go home and let you rest.”
“What?” Min hissed.
Edward stepped forward and put a firm arm around Min’s
shoulders. “Let’s go. Will’s in good hands here.”
Min gaped at him, her face blotchy with anger. “If you think I’m going to leave my daughters
with these filthy people …”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do,” Edward said,
steering her step by unwilling step toward the door. “The girls will call us if anything changes,
right?”
“Y-yes,” said Cindi.
Min made a move to turn back, her eyes on Alan, but Edward
was almost a foot taller than she was and probably twice her weight, so he kept
her moving in the right direction.
Cindi jumped up, opened the door, and they went through it,
Min’s angry face now turned toward her husband.
Edward looked quite calm as Min took a breath to lash out at him. Cindi quickly shut the door behind them.
Leaning against the door, Cindi stared at Amy who stared
back. Then they ran toward each other,
hugging and laughing and dancing in a circle.
“Oh my God!” Amy said, gasping. “Did you see her face?”
“She … he …” Cindi said, gasping as well.
Amy let go of Cindi and gave Alan a big hug. “He has never
stood up to her!” Amy said triumphantly. “Even when she threw Will out of the house
when he was seventeen!”
Cindi ran over and hugged Don. “He likes you!”
Don swayed in Cindi’s grasp, feeling his knees give
way. His hand slid from Will’s
shoulder.
“Colby!” Cindi said.
“Help him!”
Don felt Colby’s strong hands grab him and someone pushed a
chair underneath him. He sagged onto the
chair and rested his forehead against Will’s bed.
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