Chapter Twenty Two
Skeeter stepped out of the studebaker before the others did. She stormed inside the theatre, and went straight backstage. She saw Scooter sitting against the wall, holding his head for a moment, his glasses off. The lights were dimmed. She stared into the darkened room, and she flipped the backstage lights on.
"Oohhhh, turn those off Skeeter! Please!!" He was covering his eyes with his hands, ducking his head between his knees. He felt horrible right then. She then turned off the lights again, to where the only light was the computer screen on the desk. She sat down in front of him.
"What is wrong with you!? You chew mom out, over something she had no control over, she wasn't even 18 when she had us, so of course she had to give us up to Nanny to take care of us. What did it matter if Uncle Grosse and she we're going to get married!!! You didn't have to make MOM CRY OVER IT!!" She was yelling by this time, very angry.
Kermit and Fozzie stood in the doorway, watching her rant to her twin while she sat on the floor. She pulled herself forward, and pulled his chin up, in the darkened light they could see tears streaming down his face. She was about to yell again, when she stopped, his chin still in her hand.
"I..I'm sorry Skeeter....I've caused..." He choked a bit, laying his head down on his arms, in quite a small ball now, looking outwards towards the wall. He frowned, and looked at her. "...I should have just died."
Gonzo grabbed ahold of Scooter tightly, and Kermit walked over and sat down on the floor beside them. Fozzie sat down between Skeeter and Kermit, he pulled off his ascot again, and handed it to Kermit, who then handed it to Scooter.
"If I thought like that Scooter, I wouldn't be here today." Gonzo stared at Scooter, tears about to fall from his own face. He realized why Scooter was saying that now. "It's not your fault she died."
"IT IS MY FAULT!!! If I had just died and gotten it over with, she'd still be here, and you wouldn't have to be dealing with her house, and putting other's lives in danger trying to fix that darned thing UP!" He laid back against the wall hard, closing his eyes tightly. Kermit reached up and placed his hand on Scooter's hand.
"...." He couldn't find any words to say. Skeeter just sat against Fozzie, trying to clear her mind of what could have happened to him. She was reminded of those painful memories back at the hospital. It was too terrible for her to remember, so she remembered that night they sang together. He...he was so happy. Sure, Nanny's death saddened everyone...but....
"You remember that song, right?" Skeeter asked simply, looking over at Scooter.
"Skeeter....no....no..." He was softly shaking his head, he did not want to hear it now.
Skeeter smiled, and started to sing very softly, smiling. Fozzie sighed remembering this song. Nanny sang it when someone was sick, or they had trouble going to sleep.
"Golden slumber kisses your eyes, smiles awaits you when you rise. Sleep, pretty baby, do not cry, and I'll sing you a lullaby. Care you know not, therefore sleep, while I o'er you watch do keep. Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby."
She finished singing, and looked over at Scooter. He was silent, listening. His glasses back in his hands. Kermit smiled. He remembered all those times they couldn't sleep as well, but he really remembered, when Scooter had a really bad cold, and was so stuffed up he couldn't even breathe right. Nanny had picked him up, and carried him into the TV room, where she had an old rocking chair.
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"Hey, Nanny's taking Scooter!" Kermit exclaimed. It was late at night, and it was when Nanny had done a late night check up on them, she noticed Scooter could barely breathe right.
"Maybe we should follow them." Skeeter replied. On that cue, they all clambered out of the crib, following her and Scooter. They stopped near the TV room's door, and watched. Nanny didn't know they were there.
"Scooter...you could have told me you had trouble eariler. You told me you were fine." She scolded very gently, while Scooter was in her lap.
He sneezed a few times, and coughed a bit. He sniffled looking up at her. "I just didn't want to bother you Nanny. You said eariler, you had a lot of stuff to do today."
"Even if I have the world to do, I'd stop to help you, you know that." She patted his head, and held out a small teaspoon full of cough medicine. He shrunk away from it. "It will make you feel better." He still pulled away from it. She thought for a second, and she smiled. She leaned down at gave Scooter a kiss on his forehead, and he smiled widely, just enough for her to shove the spoon into his mouth.
"Gack! Ick...ooh...that's nasty!!!" He coughed somemore, making odd faces at the nasty cough medicine. Nanny patted his back, his eyes were dropping a bit, he looked very tired.
It was almost a half hour later that night, Scooter still couldn't sleep. She patted his back, and tried everything she could think of off-hand. She then sat down with him in the rocking chair, and remembered an old lullaby.
"Golden slumber kisses your eyes, smiles awaits you when you rise.
Sleep, little Scooter, do not cough, and I'll sing you a lullaby.
Care you don't know, therefore sleep, while over you watch I do keep.
Sleep, baby Scooter, and do not cough, and I will sing a soft lullaby."
Scooter yawned, and she hummed the song somemore, rocking him gently. He was still coughing slightly, but he drifted off to sleep in her lap. The rest of the babies were outside the room, the two that were awake watching them, Kermit and Fozzie, fell asleep at the gentle lullaby as well.
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