CFYC PLOT AND ROUGH DRAFTING

Pain of Progress

"It looks nastier than it is." The nurse turned over Oliver's wrist with a little empathetic grimace. "Why didn't you come in when it happened? You're lucky it's not gotten infected."

Oliver nodded dumbly, he sat on the nurse's bed-bench thing, refusing to look at his father's quiet glare.
They avoided eachother all morning and Oliver was intent on not relenting despite the uncomfortable quiet it brought. So, he kept his eyes down and ruminated on his spiteful silence.

They didn't bring Dindet, though he might have preferred it if they had. That morning Jon simply trudged down the stairs, interrupting their breakfast and shortly demanding Oliver get in the car. She was left at home, and he imagined she was probably freaking out about it all, that, or she was watching them from in between.

She was particularly bad at hiding stress, and he gathered that regardless of his opinion on the matter, she felt horrid about it. As of recent, she started getting quiet- really quiet and that meant it really bugged her, didn't help that everytime she happened to see him or get a glimpse of the bandages she just simply walked away, or changed the subject all quick like.
Oliver decided not to talk about it anymore.

"Hey!" Douglass's voice caught his attention as they were headed out the door and the boy jogged up to greet him. "Hi, Mr. Tarsul."

"Woah, what happened to your arms?" Douglass eyed the fresh gauze on Oliver's arms.

"Dog bite."

"On both?" He questioned, not quite believing him. Oliver rolled his eyes, catching his dad's line of sight and quickly changing the subject.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver glanced behind the boy at his dad, who was impatiently bouncing his leg and glancing every few seconds that the clock.

"Routine checkup before I spend winter break with my mom." Douglass stuck out his tongue in exaggerated blegh. "I wanted to help my dad with his project but Mom and Gary decided to throw a fit about visitation so now I have to go all the way to Maine for the whole two weeks, it's not fair."

Oliver nodded, not really listening while Douglass continued, as he was want to do.

"On the bright side I get to see my dad present his new machine to all the big science guys at the lab- and when we go for physics he might be able to show it off to our whole class."

"Oliver." Jon turned to look at his son, and Douglass quickly cut off his conversation.

"Guess I'll see you later." He smiled, heading back to his seat to try and evade the obvious tension between the kid and his dad as they left.

"He didn't look particularly happy." Chris mentioned when his son sat back down. Douglass shook his head.

"He's kind of always like that." He said, peering down the hallway impatiently for the pediatrician. They've been waiting for at least an hour now and both wanted to get back to check on the test results from that sample his dad took.

After Oliver left with Dindet's weird orange thing that Douglass was eighty percent sure was some kind of pet, they found a bunch of the same goop his dad brought home. So, for the past couple of days they had been messing with it to see what it was.

"Seems kind of rude though." Chris replied, getting up and gesturing for his son to follow the nurse back to the check up room.

"Nah, he's just butthurt." Douglass remarked lightly, ignoring that Oliver was sort of rude. He didn't mind though cause he was sure the kid probably hated everything and he was kind of, sort of getting better at not being a complete jerk.
He figured it was because he had a semi-permanent house guest and felt a little obligated to be somewhat personable around Dindet.