|I'm Just a Kid!
Author: rockmysocks456 PM
Charlie gets hurt when he tries to save Mr. Gardner's life. Well, he is just a kid...Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,010 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 05-25-10 - Published: 05-17-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5978717
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"I'm just a stupid kid!" Charlie exclaimed, his voice breaking.
"Stop the fucking presses!" Mr. Gardner yelled drunkenly, "Run that by me again, you're a what?"
Charlie took a breath, "Just a kid."
Mr. Gardner wheeled around waving his gun in the air.
"Awhh, Fuck." Charlie muttered bowing his head.
Then as he looked up he saw the tip of the gun drawing closer to Mr. Gardner's head...
"NO!" Charlie yelled and not thinking at all, ran at Mr. Gardner. Confused, Mr. Gardner turned towards him and watched in shock as Charlie hit the railing, flipped over and fell. Jesus Christ! SLAP! Mr. Gardner leaned over the railing just in time to see Charlie smack his head into the diving board and begin to descend into the water...
"CHARLIE!" Mr. Gardner dove into the pool the second he saw Charlie was not emerging. Fucking kid! Mr. Gardner felt the chlorine sting his eyes as he clutched the boy's shoulders and dragged him to the surface. Gasping for air, he climbed out of the pool and laid the kid on the tile. He pressed his ear to Charlie's chest and immediately began pushing his hands into the kids chest, forcing oxygen into his lungs. There was a gasp, and Charlie's eyes fluttered open. He spit out some water and then went into a rough coughing fit. Taking in deep, steady breaths he looked up, head pounding, at Mr. Gardner.
"Why the hell did you do that, Chuck?"
Charlie blinked rapidly in bewilderment, trying to recall why he had. "You were gonna kill yourself." He said hoarsely.
Mr. Gardner laughed harshly, "Can't. Too many responsibilities." Charlie smirked and felt the back of his head gingerly.
"Anyways, you okay Chuck?"
Charlie shrugged, "I think so."
Mr. Gardner smiled, "Fuck, it's cold. C'mon."
He got to his feet and watched as Charlie staggered to his.
"Fuck, kid!" Mr. Gardner caught Charlie as he pitched foward.
"My bad, blacked out for a minute there..." Mr. Gardner helped the kid regain use of his legs and they entered the house.
"Jesus kid, you nearly gave me a heart attack when you didn't come back up!" Mr. Gardner said as he picked some random clothes out of his drawer.
"Well I'm sorry for being unconscious." Bartlett said with a smirk.
Mr. Gardner smirked back as he threw the kid a dry shirt.
"So, is this what you do when you get mad? Get drunk and start shooting at your pool?" Charlie asked pulling the shirt over his head.
"Don't get smart with me kid. How's staying mad at your dad forever working out for you, huh?"
Charlie shrugged. "Some days are better than others."
Mr. Gardner rolled his eyes, "No shit."
"C'mere, kid. Let me take a look at that head of yours."
Mr. Gardner gently touched the back of his head and Charlie winced. Mr. Gardner hadn't noticed and he prodded it slightly harder and Charlie's knees gave way.
"Shit!" Mr. Gardner caught him and shook him lightly, "Jesus Christ, Chuck! I'm taking you to the hospital."
Charlie shook his head, "Not until after Susan's play."
Mr. Gardner opened his mouth to retort. But closed it again thinking. "You know what, fine. But right after I'm taking you to see a fucking doctor, okay?"
Charlie shrugged, "Okay."