| Chapter 2 'Jane Carters' point of view.' I didn't want to do this to him, but he gave me no choice. He was too pale and too thin. I was afraid to touch him in fear that I will brake him. As I stare down at my baby boy I replay all of his life in my mind. Trying to find out where I went wrong and what caused this. When I look at him he is just skin and bones and he looks so lifeless.....like he's already dead. "Mom?" Nick softly cried out. "Yes honey I'm right here." I reassured him, softly caressing his bones cheek. "I'm so cold mom, May I have another blanket please?" A small gasp escaped my lips as I fight to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "Sure sweetie, I'll be right back." I quietly told h him as I left the room. I went up to a nurse and told her of Nick's request and then scurried off to the main lobby. I was surprised to see Brian Kevin Howie and AJ there. I walked over to my husband Bob and started crying. The other guys just stared at me as Bob tried to calm me down. "What's wrong Jane?" Bob asked. "He asked for another blanket" I said wiping my eyes. The other apparently didn't understand why I am so upset about that so I continued. "He already has 3 blankets....the air conditioning is off and it's about 100 degrees outside." I told them, my voice rising every second. As I calmed myself I looked at each of their faces to see nothing but pain and shock. But this one thought that I had been working so hard to keep pushed away came smack to the center of my mind. It's their faults. That's all I can say is that it is their fault. Brian, Howie Kevin and AJ were suppose to be his brothers...but I guess they aren't'. Cause brothers are supposed to look out for each other. I turned my face quickly. I couldn't stand to look into the faces that caused my son to get like this. I couldn't stand it...I have to get out of here. *************************** Chapter 3 Chapter 1 Table Home |