Saturday, April 2, 2011
hoping for a clean slate
"For what?" Kyle just wasn't listening. Evidently. "Can't you get..whatever done at the hospital where you work?" He was digging into the grapes his mom had left on the counter. Doyle didn't feel exactly at home, anywhere. As it was, he hadn't called his own mother. But still, he had to do something. It was making him nervous. What if he had HIV now? Some infectious disease. Had Kyle forgot they lived in a state that rated number one in STDs.
"I can't get a test there." Doyle winced. He couldn't have anyone finding out at work. It was hard to decipher how he really felt now. Was he just emotionally sick, or was there really something wrong? He couldn't sleep. He felt like a zombie. "There's a clinic, we could both go too. In Old Towne."
"God." Kyle winced. "I have to go? Seriously, I was the only one with Amber."
"So you thought." Doyle sucked in a breath. "Maybe that's not true. I-I have no idea what Roger has been up too. I thought I knew him. I did." He sighed, hopelessly. Life was miserable now. Couldn't he and Kyle be miserable together?
As it was, Kyle seemed his normal self. He went to work. He came home, ate, washed the dishes and then watched TV. It was annoying as hell to see how comfortable he really was. He had his brother to joke around with.
Doyle felt as if everyone had someone, but him. He was alone. No family. No one.
"All right," Kyle said. "I'll do it."
"You will?" Doyle was shocked.
"If this'll help you make a fresh start, then I'm in." Kyle nodded. Maybe Kyle was a real friend, after all.