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@jack-simmons
Getting busy again...
I’m alright, man. Yeah, sort of. I really fucking hate my crutches though. They’re always slipping out from underneath me. It’s probably the ground.
I know when Luke broke his leg when he was little it took him a long time to get used to the crutches.
Uh, I mean I'm sure you'll get better as time goes on.
Getting busy again...
Oh, yes, I’d imagine it would get busy around this time of the year. A lot of ice everywhere, I’m sure people have to come in for chains. It gets busy around this time of the year for me too. A lot of people buy books for gifts.
Right. A lot of people switching their tires, getting ready for winter.
How is your shop doing?
Getting busy again...
Yeah? Right, I’m sure that it is…
How are you doing, Sam?
Is your recovery going alright?
Getting busy again...
Hey Jack. Nice to hear that you’re back i the shop. I uh.. been meaning to stop by but haven’t found the time to bring the car in.
Whenever you have the chance, you're welcome. I'm happy to help out with your car.
What's going on with you?
Getting busy again...
Nice to have the work to distract myself.
Just to let people know,
Yeah. You can stop with where you’re going with that.
I miss her too. I’ve been really busy with the baby lately. He was my best friend when we were little. I don’t know if I should go Jack. I have a feeling him and I weren’t friends anymore before he left. It might not be right.
Sorry. I think that's still the hardest part for us.
I know you've been busy. We haven't exactly been ready to have guests over either.
Emily, I know you two were having a hard time, but I know he cared about you. You two are friends, even if things were difficult at the end.
Just to let people know,
Oh God.. this just makes it more real…
I know Sera. Please don't cry. It'd mean a lot for you to come.
Just to let people know,
Um, hey Jack. I’m not sure if that’s like an open invitation or something. I’m probably not going to make it either way. Sorry, man.
It's welcome to anyone who wants to come.
But I understand. If you want, I can come over and visit afterwards. I don't know if I'm gonna want to spend the whole day with my family.
Just to let people know,
You’re going to hold a service?
Yeah. Well we'd have a funeral, but since we don't have a body...
Anyways, I know mom misses you, and would want you to come. And you're welcome to say a few words if you want. I know you and Luke were friends when you were little.
Just to let people know,
my family is going to be holding a service in memory of my brother.
You're all welcome to come by, and pay your respects. I know my mom would appreciate anyone coming by.
You Missed Me || Jack & Sam
Sam couldn’t get the paternity test off of his mind. He knew that it had only been a day but he wanted the results back already. There was an ache in his wallet where his money used to be. The test had been easy to obtain but it was also extremely expensive. It wasn’t the first time that Sam had swabbed his mouth before, although luckily it had never been because he thought he was a father, but it was the first time that he hoped the results would come back positive. He figured that his supposed dad might feel differently, he would have understood if he was in the same position, but he needed Randy to be his father. The man couldn’t replace the years Sam had spent thinking that Dwight was his real dad but at least he could start to understand where he came from. Sam wasn’t even sure if he wanted a relationship with Randy but he figured that a decision would be easier to make once he found out the truth.
A knock broke Sam away from his thoughts and he turned his head to see who was behind the door. He was used to people coming in and out of his room so he thought it was kind of strange that someone was actually trying to be polite. When Jack entered the room he was not surprised. The guy was always nice, perhaps too nice but Sam wasn’t going to complain if he got something out of it, which he usually did. “Hey." Sam responded back, his voice still a little hoarse, “Well, I’ve been better." He lifted his arm and motioned towards his morphine drip, “But I’ve been worse too." Limply, his arm fell back to his side.
Jack’s smile seemed a bit forced and it made Sam worried. He wasn’t sure if he could deal with being fired while he was still in the hospital. If it was going to happen then he wanted it to be done quickly. He didn’t have the energy to bullshit around with Jack just to avoid what he thought was inevitable. Sam cleared his throat and tried to straighten his posture, “So, what’s up?"
Jack noticed that Sam's voice was rather hoarse. He wondered how much sleep Sam had been able to get, since the accident, how many drugs he had been given. His second question was answered, or at least addressed, as Sam motioned to the morphine drip next to him. Jack gave Sam a bit of a smile at that gesture, though the expression was still strained. At least it seemed as though Sam had kept his sense of humor. That had to mean that he wasn't doing too bad. Even if he looked rather beat up and tired, he was awake and joking around. He was alive.
A pang of sorrow moved through Jack's heart, and he had to take a deep breath to continue normally. It was so hard, right now, to keep going on with his life and act as though everything was normal. In a way, there wasn't really anything different about Jack's life. It was almost as though Luke was still just deployed. He could still be away, at the base in Tacoma even. Jack would still be working in the shop, if he was alive, still visiting Sam, even, in the hospital. Of course, he wouldn't have this bad news hanging over his head, making him feel dizzy and weak every other moment. That was probably the worst part, was that it was so easy for Jack to forget, for a just a moment, because his life was still moving on in the same way. He would be carefree for a second, smile even, before he would remember again, and the sorrow would come rushing in, filling Jack with a heavy feeling.
He didn't want to just break the news to Sam, though. Jack wasn't sure how close Sam and Luke had been, hadn't known them to be friends, but Sam still deserved to hear the news, so that when, or if, he was to return to the garage, he would understand why everyone was acting so differently. Also, Jack much preferred to break the news himself, than have Sam hear it from someone else, like Spencer. Jack knew that Spencer hated Luke, and he didn't want the news to be twisted through him.
"Ah, well I just wanted to visit, see how you were doing." Jack said, lying a bit. "I also wanted to talk to you about a few things, like Andy, and uh, Luke." Jack said. He knew he had to address the fight that Sam and Andy had gotten into. He had already talked to Andy, and he doubted that Andy would be very provoking now, after Luke's death. He wanted to check-in with Sam, still, though, and make sure that he understood what Jack expected from him in the future.
You Missed Me || Jack & Sam
(Disclaimer: This para takes place on October 8th in Renata)
Jack was overwhelmed with all the emotions filling him, as he stepped into the hospital doors. He was glad that Sam was doing well enough now to see visitors. When he had heard about what had happened from Emily, Jack had been immediately concerned about the young man. Over the time that Sam had worked in the garage, Jack had gotten to know him, and he liked to think of him as friend, even if not a close one. Sam was a good worker, and he was good with customers. He was interesting to talk to, and Jack was worried about what had happened to him. It was true that Sam and Andy had had some sort of fight on the day of Sam's accident, so Jack was also feeling rather guilty, about the whole day. If Andy had provoked Sam enough to get punched, then did he also cause the accident? Jack hated to think that Andy had been so rude to him, no matter how poorly the two of them got along, so Jack was also preparing an apology for Sam, on behalf of his brother.
That was also weird. Jack only had one other brother now. Andy was no longer a twin. Jack didn't mind coming to Sam, and apologizing for his younger brother, not when Jack knew he could barely handle himself these days. As much as it hurt Jack to know that Luke was gone, he knew it was worse for Andy, and that he wouldn't be able to handle seeing Sam at the moment. Jack was in no mood to force Andy to go see Sam and would rather visit the poor guy himself. He did wish, though, that Sam wasn't at the hospital. With the memories he had associated with this place, watching his father slowly die, and rushing Emily here after finding her with a wound in her stomach, Jack didn't really like being here. Thinking about his dad was especially hard. It only reminded him of his brother who wasn't coming home, and made Jack feel rather sick to think about. He lost two family members already, in such a short space of time. At least with Bob Simmons the family had time to prepare, during his illness. Luke had been so unexpected. Yes his job was risky, but no one had doubted his coming home.
Jack had to pause, before reaching the receptionist, to gather his thoughts, so that he could ask the lady where Sam Wilcox was. She gave him the room number, and directions, and he thanked her, heading up the elevator to the floor that Sam was on. At least it was a different ward than where his father had been. Jack found Sam's room easily, and knocked softly on the door, before opening it, putting a strained sort of smile on his face. He found Sam in his bed, and approached it slowly, waving a greeting. "Hey, man." Jack said in a soft voice, glad to see Sam looking awake, looking alive, even though he was cut up and bruised, and had some sort of metal brace around his hips that Jack had never seen before. Jack slowly approached the bed, sitting in the chair that was next to it. "How are you doing?" He asked, though it was probably obvious that Sam wasn't doing his best.
So Louise died again
Yeah it looked like it was going to be fine, but then she stopped working again.
How much do you think that would cost?
I'm sorry to hear that.
You know what, just pick up a six pack, and come over to the garage after I close tomorrow and we can work on it together.
So Louise died again
I think it’s about time to get a new car
Aw, man, really? Even after what we did with her?
Well, fuck man, I'm sorry about that. If you want, I'm sure we could salvage a few of her parts, and maybe outfit a newer machine with them. I've been wanting to do a new project anyways.
What the hell...
I’m fine.
Well it happened. I told you they shouldn’t work together. You can’t fire Sam over this. It would look really bad to fire someone who may have gotten into a serious accident.
I’m not the biggest fan of Hospitals Jack. I’d rather not go unless it’s an emergency.
Are you sure? I don't want you to get too upset about anything. Not right now.
I know, I know. And I'm not going to fire him. I just need to talk to both of them. Fuck this is just- Fucking shit.
I know. I just figured I'd offer, if you wanted.
What the hell...
I haven’t heard a thing, but it’s good that you’re thinking ahead like this. I’d hate to know someone got hurt like that.
Yeah. I'm getting rather concerned myself.
If you hear anything more about it, let me know.
What the hell...
Yeah, sorry I’m not much help. I’m completely in the dark here.
Have you called the police yet? That sounds pretty suspicious if you ask me. I mean, what if someone was really hurt.
No, its fine. That was helpful enough.
Yeah, I'm going to call them now, and ask them about any accidents in town. I just hope that no one was hurt, though I'm getting a little worried about it being someone I know.
