A/N: Okay, this is a little strange as it's from Gus' POV and I haven't been 3 (or even 4) in some time… ;) I hope it works. Oh- and this is almost the final chapter, FYI. Thank you for reading/reviews! Daddy's lying with Dus. He looks really worried- Dus isn't jerking around anymore, but Daddy can't seem to get him to wake up. I don't know what's going on, but I think it's my fault. Daddy doesn't like to show his feelings- that's what Mommy says. I dunno- he does with me all the time. Wit' me, he's happy and laughing and tells me he loves me so much- and I love him so much, it hurts when Momma Mel talks mean about him all the time. She's… she's mean to me 'cause of Daddy sometimes. Anyway, I've kept quiet--Daddy looks so scared and that scares me… I'm not sure, but I think Daddy's crying again. I wish Dus would wake up! See, it's my fault 'cause I shouldn'ta asked if Dus was okay this morning. But somethin' was wrong! He an' Daddy hardly talked all morning and when they talked to me, it seemed kinda phony or something, like something was bothering them. An' then we all went to that clinic place Daddy hates and talks bad about. I think Dus was cryin' in the car, but he tried to hide it; Daddy's face was all serious an' kinda stony- he gets that way when Momma Mel yells at him - like he's upset but doesn't want to show it. Then the nurse lady wanted Daddy to stay wit' me in the big, yellow room with all the magazines while Dus went into the back, but Dus really wanted Daddy to go wit' him. The nurse said he couldn't- not with me. Daddy got all mad and I think he scared the lady – she finally let us both go with Dus but Daddy made me stay on the other side of the smaller room with the toys when the Dr. came in to talk to them. I sorta played, but I watched Daddy an' Dus more- something was really wrong. And when Daddy got all sad last night when Dus was sleepin', an' he didn't know I was there—that scared me LOTS! I guess I figured out that us being at the clinic had somethin' to do with Daddy tellin' Dus he couldn't be sick. He was crying when he was tellin' Dus that. Real quiet, but I could tell he was cryin'—I didn't like it. So I figured that we were at the clinic today to hear about somethin' Dus had tested. I started crying when Dus did- I mean when he started *really* crying after the Dr. talked to him and Daddy quietly. I didn't hear, but it was kinda weird- Dus was laughing an' crying at the same time an' Daddy looked… relieved or something. It spooked me- was Dus okay? Daddy held Dus forEVER; at the same time, he reached his hand out to me, so I crossed the little room and hugged his leg hardhardhard as he hugged Dus. His big, warm hand was cupping my head and he smiled down at me as Dus cried on his shoulder. Daddy's so strong- Dus seemed to hang onto Daddy like he'd fall down if Daddy weren't holding him up; I did too. I was still so confused but I was happy Dus was laughing even if he was cryin' too and sort of cuckoo-like. I really, really like Dus. It wasn't till we were outside did I dare ask if Dus was okay… and I said about Daddy cryin' holding Dus las' night... and I think that's what made Daddy get all inside himself and uptight, wanting to take Dus back to the center-thing. And then Dus got all upset and threw the keys to the car out the window- an' Daddy got even more quiet and mad and he took me an' walked away from the car. Then Dus was behind us… he got real sick; he just fell down and started jerking around- it was SCARY! He was on the sidewalk, on his back, white bubbles coming out of his mouth… Daddy hurriedhurriedhurried us back to the Jeep an' back home, and is with Dus now, but Dus isn't waking up. "Daddy?" I call quietly. He looks over at me, his eyes all red and unfocused-like. "What, Sonny Boy?" "I'm sorry…" I think I hear him whisper "shit" as he hoists himself up to come over to me. "Gus, you have nothing to be sorry about, little man. Seriously." "I made Dus sick… I made you all mad an' then he got upset an' then he got sick comin' after us. I'm sorry Daddy!" He looks at me like I'm nutty- an' like he's surprised, too. "Gus," he says finally. "You did NOT make Justin sick. He's got a problem with seizures- do you know what a seizure is?" "Bobby has them at pre-school… epi… epil…" I can't remember the name. He gets a tired smile. "Epilepsy. It's like epilepsy- Justin has something like epilepsy. You didn't do anything to make him have a seizure. I'm sorry if I've been kinda weird this morning- I've probably flipped you out a bit, eh, Sonny Boy? You've been awfully quiet…" I feel my bottom lip quiver. "I'm scared, Daddy. I'm scared 'cause you look scared. And you look sad. And worried. And I don't want you to be scared or sad or worried. I don't want Dus to die…" He pulls me over; I see his pretty smile as he hugs me. "Don't be scared, Sonny Boy. 'Dus' isn't going to die, he just needs to rest. You're so smart, Gus-- a true Kinney. You figured out we went to the clinic to get some test results for Justin, right?" I nod. He knows that. "Well, we should have told you what's going on instead of you having to figure it out-- we didn't even talk about it with each other. How grown-up, huh?" he asks playfully, like he's making fun of himself. "No," I answer honestly. Daddy snickers. I love when Daddy laughs. He seems more relaxed now. "You're a true Kinney, Gus," he says again. "I love you," he whispers. I giggle through my tears. "I love you too, Daddy," I sniffle. "Justin had to have some blood tests, Gus. To see if he IS sick. At the moment, the results say he's fine-" "Then why won't he wake up?" He scrubs a hand over his face. "He's just had a seizure. This happens. It's just it's been a more serious one this time. But the seizure's over- he just needs time. We're going to get him checked out though." His voice gets kinda determined and grumpy with the last thing he says, like it does when he's telling Momma Mel he's gonna see me no matter what when she tries to say no. I don't think he's really sayin' it to me though, I think he's sorta tellin' it to himself. "Are you making him go back to the center?" Daddy's hug gets a little looser and he's quiet a minute. "Daddy?" "Brian?" Dus is awake! I look over to the bed and he's looking at us- his eyes look a little 'out of it' as Aunt Daphne sometimes says about Daddy when he comes to pick me up after she's babysat me. She was up here a few nights ago giving Daddy 'shit', as he put it (he thought he was whispering so I couldn't hear. Nope.) She was teasing him on and on about Dus. It was funny- or, Dus an' I thought so. "Dus!!!" I shriek an' then I hear a little strangled noise from Daddy and I look at him; his face is so close to mine, I can feel his breath on my cheek; his eyes are frozen, stuck on Dus- staring like he either can't believe what he's seeing or kinda like he's mad… or both. He seems to snap out of it and in an instant he's picked me up in his strong arms an' we're rushing over to Dus- it makes me giggle more. "Dus!!" I yell again as Daddy plops me on the mattress beside him; I hug him but not too tight- he's sick and I don't wanna hurt him. I feel his arm around my back and I pull away to look at him; he's smiling but his eyes are glued to Daddy. He loves Daddy. It makes me so happy. "Brian," he whispers. Dus' arm leaves my back an' he reaches for him and pulls him into a big, sloppy kiss. Then Daddy whispers something to him an' kisses him again. "Ooey gooey kisses!" I laugh- he's really okay! Dus is okay! Dus an' Daddy are okay!