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“ He’ll be okay.”
“ Yeah.”
“ He’s a tough kid man.”
“ Yeah.”
“ Stop blamin’ yaself.”
“ Yeah.”
“ Let’s go to Disney and beat Mickey Mouse.”
“ Yeah.”
“ Fucker! Ya not listening ta me at all!”
“ Huh? Oh…m’sorry Joey just…”
“ Dude, I told ya, it’s not ya fault!”
“ I could have stopped him.”
“ So he could go do it behind ya back and really get messed up?”
“ No.”
“ Then?”
“ Just. I’m suppose to be his big brother and protect him.”
“ I know dat. He knows dat but he still a kid. Ya gotta let him fuck up here and there.”
“ Joey, he broke his leg.”
“ Yeah and? He’s alive an’ in pain an’ now he KNOWS not to pull a Dave Mira.” Joey gave Seth a smack on the back and smiled. “ Now come on, let’s go inside an’ watch some zombie movies an’ da give da kid nightmares as punishment.”
“ Fine, let me just put this away.” Seth motioned to the mangled bicycle still sitting in the backseat of the car.
“ Alrightey. Meet ya inside.” Joey opened the passenger door and stepped out but not before leaning over and kissing Seth on the cheek and laughing.
“ What was that for?” Seth called out after the four seconds it took Joey to get out the car and around the front to head inside his house.
“ Excuse me.” A new voice entered the room and broke Seth away from the memory of the day his brother broke his leg attempting to master an ollie. He ignored it, sure it was yet another nurse come in to take Micheal's temperature. That’s all they ever did. Take his temperature, check his vitals, change his IVs and tell Seth to wait. He’d been much happier inside his head, away from the tension and guilt of his brother’s hospital room.
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