D is for Debbie
The boys huddled together as they looked down staring at the only mother
most of them had ever known.
Michael and Justin’s eyes were sparkling with unshed tears in an attempt to be
brave. Emmett made no attempt, he quietly sobbed on Drew’s shoulder. Carl’s face
was unreadable; years of practice as a detective made his expression the norm.
Ted was studying some legal looking documents.
Brian remained outwardly stoic but on the inside he was raging.
“What the fuck are you all looking at? I’m not dead yet, you assholes. I only
had my fucking knee replaced,” Debbie suddenly groused loudly, startling the
boys as the anesthesia wore off and she was beginning to wake up. “Where’s the
nurse? I need some fucking drugs!”
Carl rolled his eyes then pressed the button for the nurse. Michael and Justin
smiled then carefully gave Debbie a hug. Emmett cheered while Drew murmured, “I
told you so.” Teddy smirked.
Brian let out the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. “I need coffee,” he
grumbled as he left the room, visibly relieved.
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