Chapter 8: It's What I Do
{Wilson's POV}
I'm the one who fixes the problems. I'm Wilson, its what I do. I'm not sure how to fix this one, because this problem isn't Tim blowing something up, or Jill snapping to quickly, or anything like that, this is their child being ill. That I cannot cure. I'd like to, oh how I'd like to make Randy well, but I can't. So far I've spoken to everyone in the Taylor household except Randy himself. Tim and Jill have both made regular visits to ask my opinion on something. Brad asked my conselhos on what he should do, even Mark has come to ask for my guidance. I'll stay in my yard, and I'll answer the questions, and I'll provide the best conselhos I can, but when it comes right down too it, for once I can't solve the problem. And I don't like that.
*****
Brad and Randy come início from school cutting through the backyard like they always do. The chatter that usually follows them is absent today however.
"Hey, I'll be in a minute." Randy calls and Brad nods as he enters the house. "Wilson?"
"Hidey-ho Taylor Teen." I greet.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course." I watch as he hops up on a lawn chair so he can look at me as we speak. "What's on your mind?" He's quite for a while, and he his face is lined with worry and thought.
"I'm going in to have part of my thyroid removed tomorrow." He says at length.
"It should be a relatively easy procedure." I reply, somehow knowing there was mais to this than that.
"Yeah, it should." Randy agrees. "But Wilson, I'm not sure what to do."
"Do about what?" He's quite again, and he leans against the fence a little.
"How to tell the rest of my family I don't want them all waiting when I come out of it." I have to admit I'm not wholly surprised por this. I study his face and after a few moments he breaks eye contact with me, looking away guiltily. "I know, that's horrible of me."
"Oh, no." I quickly assure him. "Its not horrible of you."
"Its not?"
"No." I smile gently at him. "If you think it would be easier for you if they all aren't there, then they should willingly abide that."
"Its not just that." Randy training his eyes on his hands which grip the fence.
"Oh?" He heaves a body shaking sigh and turns brings his eyes to meet mine again.
"Everyone is so worried, and I don't like that I'm the cause of it. It might be best for everyone if they didn't have to be there." I watch him for a few segundos and his gazes snaps away from mine and he looks everywhere but at me.
"Randy, they're worried because their your family and they amor you. You need to talk to them if you feel this way."
"I know I'm being selfish, but-"
"Your not being selfish." I cut in. "Your scared. That's understandable, and your uncomfortable because your family is scared for you." He seems to mull this over a few minutos before pushing himself away from the fence.
"Thanks Wilson."
"Anytime." I reply as I watch him retreat into the house. I watch him as he disappears through the glass doors and stops to talk to Brad. I've now spoken to every single member of the Taylor household and as much as I'd like to say this doesn't effect me, it does. I chew on my lower lip and turn back to the project I had been working on which suddenly didn't seem so appealing. Grabbing up some of my tools I mover to the house, pondering over the predicament the Taylor's now face.
End of Ch8
{Wilson's POV}
I'm the one who fixes the problems. I'm Wilson, its what I do. I'm not sure how to fix this one, because this problem isn't Tim blowing something up, or Jill snapping to quickly, or anything like that, this is their child being ill. That I cannot cure. I'd like to, oh how I'd like to make Randy well, but I can't. So far I've spoken to everyone in the Taylor household except Randy himself. Tim and Jill have both made regular visits to ask my opinion on something. Brad asked my conselhos on what he should do, even Mark has come to ask for my guidance. I'll stay in my yard, and I'll answer the questions, and I'll provide the best conselhos I can, but when it comes right down too it, for once I can't solve the problem. And I don't like that.
*****
Brad and Randy come início from school cutting through the backyard like they always do. The chatter that usually follows them is absent today however.
"Hey, I'll be in a minute." Randy calls and Brad nods as he enters the house. "Wilson?"
"Hidey-ho Taylor Teen." I greet.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course." I watch as he hops up on a lawn chair so he can look at me as we speak. "What's on your mind?" He's quite for a while, and he his face is lined with worry and thought.
"I'm going in to have part of my thyroid removed tomorrow." He says at length.
"It should be a relatively easy procedure." I reply, somehow knowing there was mais to this than that.
"Yeah, it should." Randy agrees. "But Wilson, I'm not sure what to do."
"Do about what?" He's quite again, and he leans against the fence a little.
"How to tell the rest of my family I don't want them all waiting when I come out of it." I have to admit I'm not wholly surprised por this. I study his face and after a few moments he breaks eye contact with me, looking away guiltily. "I know, that's horrible of me."
"Oh, no." I quickly assure him. "Its not horrible of you."
"Its not?"
"No." I smile gently at him. "If you think it would be easier for you if they all aren't there, then they should willingly abide that."
"Its not just that." Randy training his eyes on his hands which grip the fence.
"Oh?" He heaves a body shaking sigh and turns brings his eyes to meet mine again.
"Everyone is so worried, and I don't like that I'm the cause of it. It might be best for everyone if they didn't have to be there." I watch him for a few segundos and his gazes snaps away from mine and he looks everywhere but at me.
"Randy, they're worried because their your family and they amor you. You need to talk to them if you feel this way."
"I know I'm being selfish, but-"
"Your not being selfish." I cut in. "Your scared. That's understandable, and your uncomfortable because your family is scared for you." He seems to mull this over a few minutos before pushing himself away from the fence.
"Thanks Wilson."
"Anytime." I reply as I watch him retreat into the house. I watch him as he disappears through the glass doors and stops to talk to Brad. I've now spoken to every single member of the Taylor household and as much as I'd like to say this doesn't effect me, it does. I chew on my lower lip and turn back to the project I had been working on which suddenly didn't seem so appealing. Grabbing up some of my tools I mover to the house, pondering over the predicament the Taylor's now face.
End of Ch8