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whole thing.
Finally tears began to stream dawn my cheeks. "Why?" I managed to utter.
"Because this was a lie. too!" he screamed. He was crying now. "It's fake. Everything is fake!"
He stood there for a moment, his shoulders shaking, and then he turned and ran to the back door of the house and out. The door slammed shut behind him. For a few moments_. I couldn't move. I was shaking so badly.
"It'll be all right." I heard, and turned to see his father. "It will take time, but he will be all right." he said, smiling, his eyes as red as Scott's, "I'll go after him. Thanks for coming to see him." he told me, touched my shoulder, and then walked slowly to the back door.
I sobbed most of my way home. When I arrived. I went directly to the rear of the house, where we had benches. There were walkways through the gardens and bushes that led to the woods. The Doctor loved to go for long walks. Usually, he did so alone, but on occasion, he took me with him. He wouldn't walk as long or as far then. We talked about things and he asked me lots of questions.
I didn't know he was home and had gone for a walk this afternoon. so I was surprised when he suddenly appeared, returning from the woods and fields.
"Willow," he said, approaching and smiling at me. "I asked Isabella where you were and she said you had gone for a bike ride to see your friend Scott. Everything all right?" he asked, wondering why I was back so soon. I suppose.
"No. His mother died," I said angrily.
"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. You did tell me she was a very sick woman."
"Why didn't the doctors help her?" I demanded,
Even though I understood that he was involved solely with the illness of the mind. I did not separate him from the world of medicine and doctors I knew, They were all part of the same grand machine that was supposed to make us well again and repair our injuries. They were his people, and they had failed.
He sat beside me. "You know there are many illnesses that we can't yet cure, don't you. Willow?"
"Yes." I reluctantly replied.
"Should you be angry at the doctors who tried to help her then?" I didn't want him to be right, but he was, "No."
"That's all right. though. I understand how you feel. We often blame the wrong people for things, but maybe it's because we put so much hope and faith in them."
That struck a familiar note.
"Scott's mad at his father. He said he promised his mother wouldn't die."
"Oh. I see. Well, why do you think his father did that?" "So he wouldn't worry."
"So his father didn't do it to hurt him then, did he?"
"No. But he shouldn't have promised." I added on Scott's behalf. "Lies weren't supposed to happen in his house."
"No, they shouldn't happen in anyone's house."
He was quiet a moment. and I wondered if, finally, the Doctor had no answers.
"I wouldn't want to ever tell you to lie," he continued. "But sometimes it's all right to give people some hope. It helps keep them healthy and productive. How would Scott have been if his father had told him a long time ago that his mother was going to die soon?"
"Bad," I admitted.
"And would he be able to go to school and enjoy his friends and even sleep well at night?"
"No."
"So, did his father do a bad thing to him?"
"No," I said.
"Maybe afterward, when a little time passes, you can help Scott see that, too. Then you'll be a very good friend to him. Willow."
I nodded.
The Doctor does have all the answers, I thought.
He patted me on the knee and rose.
"Looks like we might get some rain tonight." he said, looking out over the trees. "Flowers need it."
Sometimes I thought he was speaking to me, but he really wasn't. I was just there. He would look at me. but I felt he was looking past me, looking at someone else who was in his eyes. It gave me a funny feeling.
"Well. I've got some work to do," he concluded and went inside.
I wanted to go to Scott's mother's funeral, but my mother wouldn't take me and the Doctor had to be at his clinic. I thought about getting on my bike and riding all the way,