"D*mn bed!" His father leaned over the arm rest of the wheelchair to pick up his pillow that had falled with him and threw it back on the bed. "D*amn it all." he muttered. Jacob cleared his throat, and his father's face swung up to meet his.
"Are you okay, Dad?" Jacob asked, walking over to his dad. He grabbed the handles of the wheel chair and pushed his his father to the kitchen. "I told you to call me if you wanted out of bed, Dad. You're not as strong anymore."
"I know, but I just can't take this anymore." his father muttered. "I'm sorry. I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" he asked. When his father nodded, he continued speaking. "Is there anuthing you want for breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry." he replied. Jacob looked down at his father for a little. "Honestly, Jake, I'm not hungry." his father said for reassurance. Jacob nodded, though he knew his father couldn't see. But his father seemed to since it because he sighed contently.
"Um. The try-outs are today."
"Good luck, Jake. I know your mother would be proud of you." The light in his father's blue eyes dulled in pain as he said the last part.
With that, Jacob brought up the visit to his hospital. "Um. I'm going to visit Mom today. Do... Do you want to come?" Jacob's father stared up at him with sad eyes and Jacob had to look away from them. "Please, Dad. I know she'll like that. You haven't seen her in awhile." He said looking anywhere but his father.
"O... Okay." his father stammered. "I think I'm ready." Jacob nodded, still not looking at his father.
"I'll go call Janette. I won't be home all day, so i'll see if she can drop you off at my school and we'll go to the hospital from there, okay?" Jacob didn't get a reply from his dad, so he raised his to him. His dad nodded slowly then nodded again, but more firmly this round.
Jacob left his father in the kitched and went into the living room. He picked up the phone and dialed Janette's, his aunt who had taken him home from the hospital the night of the incident, number.
"Hello?" Janette's voice asked from the other line.
"Hey. It's me, Jacob."
"Hey. What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.
"Nothing," replied, reasurringly, "I was just wondering if you can drop my dad at my school, after the try-outs today." Jacob waited for her to reply.
"Of course I can. What time does try-outs end?"
"Four." he replied.
"Are you sure he's ready?" Janette asked suddenly and solemnly. Jacob pulled the phone away from his ear long enough to blink at it.
Putting it back to his ear, he asked, "How'd you know?"
"Well for starters, it's been awhile since you called. And the last time you called was for the same thing, but under a different circumstance. Second, your voice gave you away." She answered.
"Yeah. He says he is. True. It's been awhile."
"Is there anything else?"
"No. And thanks. I love you."
"Okay. I love you too. Goodbye sweety."
"Bye." Jacob replied. He was answered by the click of his aunt's phone being hung up. Jacob clicked his own phone off and turned around to head back into the kitchen. He jumped as he found his father in the living with him. "She said she can drop you off. I got to go earliy to pick up Daren. We're going to go to the try-outs together. Okay?"
His father nodded. "Be careful, Jake."
Jacob nodded and replied, "I will. I promise." With that he grabbed his coat of the couch and his bag that held his gym clothes and headed out the front door. "Bye." he called out from over his shoulder before the door snapped shut between them.
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