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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 22:52:29 GMT -5
Mark sighed. "Fine. But I'm blaming you for pestering me to hit that button if he gets mad," Mark replied, opening the car door and getting out slowly. He leaned against the car as he got his backpack out. "Sure I can't talk you into just going inside to get Mom?" he asked, attempting the puppy-dog face. It rarely worked, but he considered this worth a shot.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 22:58:15 GMT -5
"No, I'm sure. Chances are he's not even home anyway. Come on, Mark. Show some courage. 'Kay? I'm right here. All we have to do is get your ankle looked at. That's all." Lilly took his arm over her shoulders and lead him into the house.
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 23:01:46 GMT -5
Mark sighed and let Lilly help him into the house. Once they were inside, he immediately steered towards the couch so he could sit down. He put his foot up and cringed, realizing that Lilly had been right when she'd told him his ankle would look like an eggplant. He leaned down and pulled the sock back off, wincing as his fingers grazed his swollen ankle. "Can you go get Mom, please?" he asked, taking off his backpack. "Or even just some ice. This thing is killing me."
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 23:04:50 GMT -5
Lilly brought him some ice first. "I'll go get Mom. But be nice to your foot." She wandered into the next room.
"Mom? You might want to check out Mark's foot."
"Why?"
"It's eggplant-esque."
"That's a problem."
"Yep."
Lilly and Alice walked into the kitchen, Alice moving to the other side of the counter. "Okay, Mark, let's see the damage."
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 23:07:33 GMT -5
Mark put the ice on his ankle, hissing as the cold touched his skin. He took it back off when his mother came in and asked to see it.
"What happened?" she asked. Mark could tell she was concerned.
"I fell through the trapdoor on the stage. We were trying to make it work, and I guess my foot got caught on something on the way down," Mark replied, wincing as she touched it. "Please stop... that really hurts."
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 13, 2007 18:06:52 GMT -5
Lilly shrugged. "Does he have to go to the hospital?"
"Not sure," answered her mother, as she tugged on the bottom of Mark's pant leg to bring it back to the right place. "We should wait for your father to get home. He's the one I would ask."
Lilly glanced back towards Mark, her face slightly strained. "So...ehm..er...Wanna wait for dad?"
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Post by markcohen on May 13, 2007 19:48:57 GMT -5
Mark closed his eyes when his mother said they would have to wait on their father. "Mom, can't you just make the decision without him? I really don't want to wait," Mark replied. He would much rather delay his father's reaction to the situation as long as possible. Mark knew that his father's reaction could be pretty bad, especially considering the number of emergency room visits the family seemed to make.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 13, 2007 19:53:54 GMT -5
"All right. I'll give him a call and take you in. He'll have to pick up his own dinner on the way home." She reached out and ruffled Mark's hair. "Don't worry. Your ankle'll be fine."
Lilly shrugged, looking towards her brother. "Well?"
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Post by markcohen on May 13, 2007 19:56:20 GMT -5
"Well what?" Mark asked. He sighed. "I just want to get it over with, Lil. It really hurts and I have too much to do this week to sit around waiting for Dad to come home," he replied. He sighed. "Besides, this way he has some time to cool off before I have to face him."
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 13, 2007 20:03:20 GMT -5
"All right. We'll do that then. Here, let me help you to the car while Mom calls Dad." Lilly lifted his arm over her shoulder. "Just think- you won't have to do your essay. That's good, right? Bright side?"
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Post by markcohen on May 13, 2007 20:08:41 GMT -5
Mark smiled at Lilly. "Yeah, there is a small bright side to it," he replied, leaning on her as they made their way out to the car. He looked up as he heard a car pulling into the driveway. "Shit," he muttered, thankful that his father couldn't hear him. "Guess he got off early today," he whispered to Lilly.
"What's going on here?" his father asked. "What happened to your foot?"
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 13, 2007 20:19:44 GMT -5
Lilly sent Mark a glare as if to make him not talk. "It was my fault. He was checking the stage and I pushed this button on the switchboard that Mark didn't want me to. He fell through the trap door on the stage. Don't be mad at him, please. We're gonna take care of it, Daddy, I promise."
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Post by markcohen on May 13, 2007 20:23:12 GMT -5
Mark kept his mouth shut until Lilly had finished. "Lilly, what have I told you about not listening to other people? This is exactly the type of thing that happens when you don't do as you're told," their father said. Mark could tell he was holding back. "I'll deal with you when you get back."
"Dad, she's lying. The trapdoor was stuck and we were trying to fix it. I wasn't expecting it to give, and my foot got caught on the stage on the way down," Mark explained. He sighed, unsure of what to expect from his father.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 13, 2007 20:25:29 GMT -5
Neil leaned on the counter, already a little pissed at the two of them. "None of us are leaving this spot until I figure out what the story is."
Lilly looked desperately towards Mark. "Look. Mark's just trying to cover for me so you don't get me in trouble. Really, it was my fault. Not his. And besides, you shouldn't be mad at him anyway. He's already got a bad ankle and an essay to write. He doesn't deserve to be yelled at. It was my fault."
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Post by markcohen on May 13, 2007 20:32:13 GMT -5
Mark watched as Neil closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. That was never a good sign. Finally, Neil sighed. "I'm not going to waste my time with this garbage. You're both grounded," Neil finally replied. "Nothing but home and school until I figure out which one of you is telling the truth." Neil walked into the house and Mark sighed.
"Great... delaying the inevitable," Mark muttered. "We'll get the worst of it when we get back from the hospital. Don't you just love how he has to save face in front of the neighbors?" Mark opened the car door and sat down slowly, waiting for his mother to come outside.
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