Sequel: Going Bush 2: Suburbia ›
Status: Finished, but beware - the sequel is three times in length :)
Going Bush
14
“What kind of fine? Where is it? Is it near his heart? Is he going to have use of his arm?” Isaac rattled off one question after the other.
“Calm down sir,” the nurse insisted, using his hands for emphasis, “I’m sure he will be fine. We shouldn’t be much longer, and I’m sure you will find out all you need to know in due course.”
A glare swept across Isaac’s face.
“I need to know now,” he insisted, “he’s the only chance I have of finding our other brother alive.”
The nurse hesitated, letting it sink in.
“Give us half an hour, ok?” he insisted, before disappearing through the door and locking it again.
*
When Bernard was done, the phone lines were cut as previously mentioned. Taylor couldn’t help but shiver when he heard the older man’s footsteps returning to the dining area where he and Nate were.
“We’re moving,” he announced, going across to the kitchen bench and grabbing the few sets of car keys.
Nate stood from where he’d been sitting and managed to pull Taylor up with him.
“Taking a car?” Nate raised an eyebrow.
“They’ll never miss it. We need to meet Trent in half an hour, then we’ll work it all out.”
Taylor gulped softly, keeping his eyes firmly shut and his head down. Bernard only spared him a glance, before making for the back door.
“Let’s go,” he added.
Nate pulled Taylor after him as they made their way outside and down onto the driveway. Bernard went over to the nearby Ute and began trying to find the right key for it. When it was found he simply dropped the rest.
“Get in,” he ordered, getting into the driver’s seat and unlocking the passenger side door.
Nate opened it and managed to get Taylor in, before getting in himself and shutting the door after them. Bernard started the Ute and began down the driveway, barely making it a few metres before giving Taylor an odd glance.
“What?” Nate asked when he noticed.
“The kid’s shaking as if he has pneumonia.”
Taylor gulped again, trying to inch away from him. But he was already squashed between them and there was nowhere to go.
They were soon out onto the main road, and well on their way to meeting this ‘Trent’.
*
Exactly an hour later, Isaac demanded an explanation.
“He’s in recovery,” the nurse on duty had to inform him.
“Recovery?” Isaac’s eyebrows rose, “so he’s ok?”
The nurse nodded and Isaac suddenly began to breathe a whole lot easier.
“To an extent, at least,” was soon added.
Isaac hesitated, then almost glared at the nurse.
“Can you please stop side stepping and tell me exactly what the hell happened in there? I need to know!” he exclaimed suddenly.
“Ok. The bullet did hit his left lung. He was lucky he didn’t suffocate due to blood loss. But his right is still in perfect working order, so he should be just fine,” the doctor said.
“Calm down sir,” the nurse insisted, using his hands for emphasis, “I’m sure he will be fine. We shouldn’t be much longer, and I’m sure you will find out all you need to know in due course.”
A glare swept across Isaac’s face.
“I need to know now,” he insisted, “he’s the only chance I have of finding our other brother alive.”
The nurse hesitated, letting it sink in.
“Give us half an hour, ok?” he insisted, before disappearing through the door and locking it again.
*
When Bernard was done, the phone lines were cut as previously mentioned. Taylor couldn’t help but shiver when he heard the older man’s footsteps returning to the dining area where he and Nate were.
“We’re moving,” he announced, going across to the kitchen bench and grabbing the few sets of car keys.
Nate stood from where he’d been sitting and managed to pull Taylor up with him.
“Taking a car?” Nate raised an eyebrow.
“They’ll never miss it. We need to meet Trent in half an hour, then we’ll work it all out.”
Taylor gulped softly, keeping his eyes firmly shut and his head down. Bernard only spared him a glance, before making for the back door.
“Let’s go,” he added.
Nate pulled Taylor after him as they made their way outside and down onto the driveway. Bernard went over to the nearby Ute and began trying to find the right key for it. When it was found he simply dropped the rest.
“Get in,” he ordered, getting into the driver’s seat and unlocking the passenger side door.
Nate opened it and managed to get Taylor in, before getting in himself and shutting the door after them. Bernard started the Ute and began down the driveway, barely making it a few metres before giving Taylor an odd glance.
“What?” Nate asked when he noticed.
“The kid’s shaking as if he has pneumonia.”
Taylor gulped again, trying to inch away from him. But he was already squashed between them and there was nowhere to go.
They were soon out onto the main road, and well on their way to meeting this ‘Trent’.
*
Exactly an hour later, Isaac demanded an explanation.
“He’s in recovery,” the nurse on duty had to inform him.
“Recovery?” Isaac’s eyebrows rose, “so he’s ok?”
The nurse nodded and Isaac suddenly began to breathe a whole lot easier.
“To an extent, at least,” was soon added.
Isaac hesitated, then almost glared at the nurse.
“Can you please stop side stepping and tell me exactly what the hell happened in there? I need to know!” he exclaimed suddenly.
“Ok. The bullet did hit his left lung. He was lucky he didn’t suffocate due to blood loss. But his right is still in perfect working order, so he should be just fine,” the doctor said.