forever in my mind

♕Carter Joshua Steppe; 18; D9

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

As they walked, Beth clung to Carter, not wanting to let go of him. She was hesitant to be rolled around in a chair, but with Carter pushing it, she felt more at ease. Carter? She tipped her head back to look up at him, though it was hard to see through the tears collecting in her eyes. Am I going to be okay?

[cartersteppe-blog]

Seeing her cry was like jabbing a knife through his chest. He hated seeing his sister hurt in any kind of way-- which made him good when it came to boyfriends breaking her heart and the sort. But he hid it and instead he simply smiled down at her, patting her shoulder. Yeah, sis. You're gonna be okay.

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

I don’t feel dizzy yet. Beth kept her eyes on the towel instead of looking up and complaining about how fast he was going. It wasn’t long before they were at the hospital and she was adding the second towel to her arm. 

[cartersteppe-blog]

Good. Once they got to the hospital, Carter helped Beth out of the car, leading them both to the front desk of the ER, calmly telling them about what happened and that they needed their help. Thankfully, all ER visits were free. He refused to let the nurse roll Beth around in the wheel chair, insisting that he did it. And she let him. Ain't no one rolling my sister around in a wheel chair 'cept me.

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

She nodded, following him and keeping her hand on the towel. Is it that bad?

[cartersteppe-blog]

If you start feeling dizzy.... Then, yes. But I'm no doctor. Just uh. Keep breathing. He amazed himself at how calm he was in the situation. He never pegged himself to be the calm one. After they were both buckled in, Carter sped through the streets to the hospital, not wanting to call instead.

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

I was just— I was cutting vegetables and I— it was an accident. She pressed the towel onto the wound with her other hand, holding it in place. Okay…

[cartersteppe-blog]

Ohhh, Beth. It's okay. C'mon, let's go. He grabbed his keys and another kitchen towel. If there was one thing he knew about big cuts like this, it was to keep pressure on them. Don't let go of the towel, okay, sis?

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

I — I cut myself. She dropped the knife into he sink, covering the large gash on her arm with her hand. 

[cartersteppe-blog]

What!? How? Jesus Christ! Carter is immediately at her side, grabbing the kitchen towel hanging from the oven and wrapping it around the gash. Um. Okay. Hospital. Now.

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

[cartersteppe-blog]

Beth? Are you okay?

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

You’re such a jerk. Come on, let’s get our food.

[cartersteppe-blog]

And you're a meanie. He walked into the diner and sat in their usual booth. He'd wondered what diners were like before or if they had even changed at all. I. Am sooo starving.

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

Damn straight they would, and I would kick your ass, too! You’re lucky you’re my brother or I’d kick you ass right now.

[cartersteppe-blog]

Mmmhm. I'm so sure you would. 

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

[text: a la carter] You can have a forth but only if you put it on strawberries and share with me. 

[cartersteppe-blog]

[text: sister dearest]: yes! okay! great! wonderful! i knew you loved me. ill be upstairs in a few.

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

[text: a la carter] No, you’re gonna save me all of it. [text: a la carter] Buy your own.

[cartersteppe-blog]

[text: sister dearest]: okay how bout i save you like 3/4ths  [text: sister dearest]: come on there's gotta be some kinda compromise you're willing to give me

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

[text: a la carter] Not enough to let you eat my whole jar of nutella. [text: a la carter] I’m not kidding, Carter. 

[cartersteppe-blog]

[text: sister dearest]: ummmm okay ill save a third for you how bout that

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

[text: a la carter] how about it’s mine?? [text: a la carter] Don’t touch my nutella!! [text: a la carter] I will end you.

[cartersteppe-blog]

[text: sister dearest]: Awww :c [text: sister dearest]: But Beeeeeeeetttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [text: sister dearest]: Don't you love me :ccccc

[cartersteppe-blog]

[text]: I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

You better not.

[cartersteppe-blog]

Dooon't worry, Beth. Mom and dad would rip me a new one if I did, you know thaaat.

[ryncorby-blog]

Isn’t that a good thing? I should be nice to her. And Vienna. Vienna is scary so I sort of have to be.

[cartersteppe-blog]

You should at least stand up to them.

[ryncorby-blog]

Well I think I’m tied with Nancy but I came first.

[cartersteppe-blog]

You're way too nice to your sister.

[bethsteppe-blog-blog]

Carter! She purposely hit him on the arm. 

[cartersteppe-blog]

Heh-- hey, ow! I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I wouldn't hurt you.