Corrie Street Oct. 20/13

“Spit it out, Nick!  Heave it out of ya, b’y!”  String your few words together so they tell he-is-talkingsomebody something.  That’s what I was yelling at the screen early this week. Words:  make them count!

When Nick regained consciousness, his first word was “David”.  Then “David.  David.  David.”  Saying “David. Tried.  To.  Kill.”  would take the same amount of effort and be enough to make Leanne and Gail wonder what he was talking about.  Instead, they flapped around assuring him that David was fine, only cuts and scrapes, and on and bloody on.  You can’t really blame them; with giving no context at all for his brother’s name, it is understandable that they should think he is concerned for David’s well-being.

nick-and-davidThen when he saw David words totally deserted him.  He got very agitated and distressed, especially when David came near him.  But not a peep from him about why.  Leanne and Gail again flapped around, and came to the not unreasonable conclusion that seeing David brought back the trauma of the accident to him.

not-his-mineWhen he finally managed to string a couple words together, he landed Kylie in it.  “Not. His. Mine.”  he intoned with a hard look at Kylie which Leanne, sitting on the other side of the bed, did not see as she went on putting explanatory words in his mouth.

When Kylie got home, she told her co-conspirator Gail about Nick’s words.  That led Gail to some soul-searching.  A few days later both of them were nervous because David was doing Nick-tending on his own.  What gail-we-just-have-to-sit-tightmight the almost loquacious Nick say to him?  Gail summed up their predicament, que sera, sera was the upshot.  They couldn’t do anything but hope for the best.  They had made their bed of deceit and had to live with the consequences.  Of course, she got in a few digs while dispensing her wisdom.  We lied and hid facts because some of us are trying to protect our chicks while others of us are drunken harlots trying to protect ourselves.  Guess who’s who, Kylie!

And while David, a jangling bag of nerves with his own deceptions and wrongdoings to protect, was attending his brother, Nick did speak.  And finally it was with relevant words nick-says-do-dna-teststrung together in a very clear and understandable manner.  “You.  Tried.  To.  Kill.  Me.”  Yes! ‘Atta boy Nicky, you did it!  Just with the wrong person.

But, as Nick’s ability to speak improved, it became clear that he had a plan in mind, despite saying that his brain was muddled and he couldn’t think clearly.  His plan is to decide what to do about David and the baby after he david-reacts-to-test-demandfinds out whether he or David is the father.  To that end, he told David to get a paternity test done or he will tell the police about the accident.  Clear enough.

With Kylie now in such a state, will she or Gail revisit the idea of paternity testing?  Will we soon see all the Platts scurrying around trying to get DNA samples from the baby and possible daddies without letting the others know?  That would be funny.

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