Helpless No More (Private Communication)
John paced up and down the length of his room. He'd just come from sitting with Bones at Emma's bedside and he was restless. He hated feeling this helpless. For god's sake, he couldn't even tell what half of the medical terms meant.
He shook his head fiercely, teeth bared and eyebrows drawn together. There had to be something he could do to help out... anything. He was sick of being a freeloader. It was time for him to pull his own weight.
Kid,
I know this sounds strange and I know you probably have more than a lot on your plate right now but... well. I need to work.
Seriously. I'll do anything. Put me to work scrubbing the toilets or something. I don't care. I'm just sick of being a worthless use of space.
-John
He shook his head fiercely, teeth bared and eyebrows drawn together. There had to be something he could do to help out... anything. He was sick of being a freeloader. It was time for him to pull his own weight.
Kid,
I know this sounds strange and I know you probably have more than a lot on your plate right now but... well. I need to work.
Seriously. I'll do anything. Put me to work scrubbing the toilets or something. I don't care. I'm just sick of being a worthless use of space.
-John