If It Made Sense, It Wouldn't Be a Mystery, Would It?

Chapter 17

POV: JUSTIN

Lindsay finally arrives at the hospital at around 4:30 in the afternoon, Gus in tow. We walk- well, Brian hobbles- to the car. Once we're in, she turns to Brian stretched out in the back seat. As stretched out as he can be with the baby-seat in the way. He's smiling and shaking little plastic keys in front of Gus. Gus is giggling out of control. "Daddee! Daddee!"

"Keeeeys, can you say 'keys', Gus?"

"Keeeeys..." More giggles. He reaches for the keys and Brian gives them to him.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Brian pauses and lets out a small snort. "Fuck if I know. Some lunatic forced us off the road."

"Fuckk if Aye know…." Gus mimics. Brian winces slightly when Lindsay shoots him a look in the rearview mirror. Gus continues to look at his father, smiling the Kinney grin. God, they look so much alike. "Looon- ah-tick." He giggles. Brian glances over at him and can't help but let out a short laugh. Actually, Gus is like a breath of fresh air after that drama in the waiting room.

"I know that," Lindsay says, trying to stay all business. I have told her the story. "I mean, what the FUCK is going on?"

I fidget a little. Lindsay doesn't usually swear, especially in front of Gus- and especially when he's quite obviously paying pretty close attention. So, despite the 'cuteness' of the moment- her mood's a little weird. "Can we just get out of here?" I say. I want to get as far away from this place as possible. I want to get away from the nightmares. Ha. As if physically leaving the fucking hospital will make them go away. I shake my head to rid myself of thoughts.

Plus, it's already getting dark out.

Lindsay eyes me and then sighs. "Where to?" She asks, resigned.

"Fucking goddamned HOME." Brian sighs, looking out the window towards the hospital entrance doors.

"Fuuckin' goddammmmm… home!" Gus squeals.

Brian's brows shoot up and I see him lean down. "Shhhhhh!" He whispers, putting a finger to his lips. Gus beams up at him conspiratorially, putting his tiny finger next to Brian's on Brian's lips. "You're gonna get me in trouble, Sonny Boy!" Brian says quietly against the two fingers.

"Ssshhhsshh… trouble…." Gus whispers- and splutters- and Brian smiles at him warmly, then glances at me, giving me a wink.

I glimpse over at Linds, and see that she's got a small smile on her lips. Then she arches an eyebrow but says nothing, her official momness taking over.

And we're on our way. Thank God.

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