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Chapter 38; sleeping boys and pissing contests...
Topic Started: May 2 2011, 08:17 PM (86 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 38

Two hours later and both boys were still sound asleep.

John came into the room with Bobby only to stop in the middle of the room as he stared at his sleeping boys.

"What did you do to him to get him to sleep?" John asked as he stared at Dean.

"He didn't want to but I can still talk a good game." Norton said as he watched John.

"Well what's the diagnosis?" Bobby asked as he watched Norton watch John.

"Well I think you hit Sammy's problem right on the head. As far as Dean, he's in a lot of pain and not taking his meds." Norton said as he watched both John and Bobby.

Bobby nodded; he'd figured as much so no surprise there.

John looked confused as he glanced at Dean before he said quietly, "He told me he was fine."

"He basically is. Sammy on the other hand. That boy is going to need a lot of positive feedback." Norton said as he made eye contact with Bobby before he focused once again on John.

"What's wrong with him?" John asked in a worried tone.

"John have you ever been… now don't get pissed off." Norton warned before he continued, "overly critical about Sammy… Well, say with his weight?"

John narrowed his eyes as he snapped, "That's none of your damn business."

"But it is if I'm going to help him." Norton disagreed. At John's closed and pissed off expression, Norton shrugged, "Never mind, I'll ask Dean." Norton told John.

"I may have mentioned his weight once or twice." John said quietly.

"In a negative way?" Norton persisted.

"He may have taken it that way, why?" John wanted to know what that had to do with some mystery sickness.

"Because that is why he stopped eating and exercised to the point of exhaustion." Norton snapped quickly getting at the end of his patience with John.

"So this is his fault." John asked as he glanced at his still sleeping youngest.

"No… I'm guessing it's yours." Dr. Norton retorted bluntly.

"How the hell…" John growled as he clenched his fists at his side.

"Because you John can be a real hard ass and if you made it sound like it was his fault that he was fat; he more than likely decided to fix it the only was he knew how." Norton replied.

"So you are saying it's my…" John began as his face started to stain red with anger.

"John… fuck! I'd quit feeling sorry for myself and figure out how to fix this if I were you." Norton snapped as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration before he added, "So shut the fuck up and let me tell you."

John stared furiously at him but said nothing more.

"If… he was already feeling bad about his weight, he could possibly have overheard you… maybe in a private conversation." Norton paused to let what he had already said sink in a little before he continued, "Maybe saying things about him you'd never say to his face and then couple that with things you did say. It may have cemented it into his head that the only way to fix it was to lose a lot of weight."

"What does that have…" John tried to say.

"John." Bobby said suddenly as everything clicked into place now that he had Norton voicing everything outloud, "You said he told Dean he heard you talking about him when you were trying to get me to take him."

"Shit." John muttered as he stared at Bobby.

"Isn't that the night he got lost in the woods?" Bobby asked as he looked from John to the bed to make sure the boys were still asleep, "You said he'd been out running?" Bobby added.

John nodded as he said, "How did it…"

"John if this kind of thing isn't carefully monitored and it gets too out of hand; the next step if he'd been left untreated… his organs would have eventually shut down. This could kill him." Norton wanted John to fully understand what was at stake here; the life of his son… and if he had to guess… the health of one affected both boys.

John was suddenly even more angry. How could Sammy put them through this?

"Your son probably felt this was the only way to make you happy and let him be a part of the family." Norton told John bluntly.

"Don't be a di…" John snarled.

"Tell me I'm wrong John. You want your boys to be lean mean fighting machines." Norton stated sarcastically.

"Yeah, so?" John asked with a shrug.

"Well, the sooner you realize that Sammy is not a carbon copy of Dean the sooner everyone can be happy and healthy in who they are." Norton snapped angrily.

"You sound like a… quack." John growled.

"What because I'm telling you feelings are important?" Norton asked in a challenging voice.

"Feelings get you killed." John stated firmly, "There is no place for them in our world."

"Then what is the point of me being here? If you squash that boy's personality into some predesigned way you think it should be. Well…" He shook his head sadly.

John shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands in a silent what do you want from me? gesture.

"You'll kill him either way." Norton finished.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" John snapped as he stepped towards Norton.

Bobby put his hand on John's arm; holding him back, "He's just saying you got to let Sammy be an individual too. Like you let Dean. Dean is his own man to a degree, isn't he? Not afraid to tell you when he thinks your wrong. Even if he knows later he may get in trouble from you for his mouth, attitude… whatever." Bobby told John.

John instantly grinned with pride.

"Dean had that first few years of normalcy and had a chance to form… Sammy didn't have that… security. He's never had his mother's influence." Bobby continued.

"He's had Dean." John snapped defensively.

"Interesting." Norton said.

"What the fuck…" John snarled as he suddenly wanted to pop Doc Norton's head off.

"I'm just thinking if you back off the kid a little you might get a more desired affect." Norton stated.

"You have no…" John began.

"Yes… I do. I'm his doctor. I shouldn't have to sugarcoat shit for you just so I don't hurt your precious ego." Norton retorted.

"I'm going to beat the living…" John snapped as he moved towards Norton.

"What? You don't like the truth?" Norton said moving forward as well to stand toe to toe with John.

Bobby stepped up to them placing a hand on each man's chest and shoved them both backwards as he snapped, "If you are done with your pissing contest maybe we can think about the boys… because if you wake them up… I'm throwing both you knuckleheads out of my house and I will take care of them both myself."

TBC
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