Fallen Angel

 

Chapter 7

Sitting down in the proffered chair, Marshall sighed before he began.  “Tell me what I need to do.”

“Mr. Mathers, while it pleases me tremendously that you’ve reconsidered…  I don’t want your health to suffer for the sake of someone who may not make it—with or without your help.”

“I want to do it,” he mumbled.  “I’m just very tired right now.”

“Understandably so.”

“Please tell me what is needed of me so that she recovers well.”

“I’ve been…informed of your status and some of your living situation.  I assume you would prefer if she was in Detroit, instead of California?”

“It would make things easier.”

“Well, obviously, she’s not in the condition to travel.  But hopefully, she will be soon.  If she continues on the way we suspect, she will be able to be flown to Detroit in two and a half weeks.”

“What do I do until then?”

“We’re willing to work around your schedule.  It’s more important she’s aware that you’re going to stick around, than how often you’re at her side.”

“I do need to get back to Detroit soon.  My daughter is there…”

“Yes, then you do need to get back.  Might I suggest you have a little ‘talk’ with Jane before you go?  And come back when you’re able to.”

“I’ll make the arrangements to be back in a few days.”

The doctor nodded once.  “You’re doing a grand thing, Mr. Mathers.”

“Thank you,” Marshall replied sincerely.

“I’m positive she will recover, and she will thank you.”

“I hope so.  I’d hate to be doing this for nothing.”

“You won’t be.  You’re saving someone’s life.”

“Oh, do you know how long my assistance is going to be needed?”

“At the very least, until she’s fairly mobile.  We aren’t positive what level her mobility will be after she’s conscious.  It would be…best if she regained her bearings before any living changes occur.”

“I didn’t mean that.  I just meant, like, twenty-four hour care.”

“She’ll sleep most of the time.  When we transport her, we plan on transporting her to one of the best Detroit hospitals.  They will decide when she can be released into a home care program.”

“All right,” Marshall agreed.  “Thanks for your help, doc.”

“You’re fuckin’ up your life, Marsh,” Dre accused as he walked with Marshall down to the hall to Jane’s room.

“I almost fuckin’ killed someone.  I can’t let her die ‘cause I’m selfish and want my own life.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!  It ain’t being selfish.  It’s bein’ wise.”

“Wisdom?  My ass…”

“Is going to get burned ‘cause you’re playing with fire.  This shit is more than you can take, man.”

“Well, if it is, you’re just gonna have to help my ass out, now won’t you?”

“Please, you know I won’t do a damn thing…”

“Yeah, right.  You know you’re gonna baby-sit if I ask.”

Dre tried to play it off.  “Fine, you know I’m going to be there to save your ass.”

“Damn straight,” Marshall laughed.

 

“All right, J,” Marshall chuckled.  “I get that I can’t leave you.  I’ll play your game.  For now.  But you gotta get better and shit, okay?”

Dre rolled his eyes.

Marshall shot him a nasty look.  “Now, I gotta leave you, but just for a little bit.  I swear!  I got some business that I have to deal with.  And my daughter…  I bet you understand.  So, I’ma come see you in a few days.  Wake up so I can see your pretty smile…”

 

“You’re such a candy ass.”

“Will you shut up?” Marshall growled.

“Wake up so I can see your pretty smile,” Dre mimicked.

“Should I bring out some of the dumb shit you’ve said?” Marshall spat.

“Hey, I’m not the one actin’ like the next Santa Claus.”

Marshall huffed.  “I’m not.”

“Aiight, I’m just playin’.  Damn.”

“At least this one isn’t going to milk me for all I’m worth, right?”

“I wouldn’t say that!  Hospitals are fuckin’ expensive, man.”

“Well, that’s not her fault…per se.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean.  So she ain’t demandin’ Bentleys and diamonds.  Yet.”

Marshall let out a nervous laugh.  “Things’ll work out all right.  You’ll see, Dre.”

“I hope they do, for your sake.  And you might think I’m some uncaring bastard, but I do hope she gets better.  I just hoped she’d do it without you running interference.”

“You’re so cynical.”

“That’s what happens when you get old.”

I told you, you were old!”

“I meant older!” Dre replied quickly.

“Whatever you say, Gramps.”

... to be continued

Author: zines@aol.com

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