James Earl had taken time out of his busy schedule for this. He loved his brother and despite the rather unfortunate attempt on his and his son's life, he had decided that there would be no point in taking further action against Jeremy. Being in a place like this was punishment enough, wasn't it?

Sighing softly, he replied, "Jeremy, let's not speak of that. It was unfortunate, but I do not blame you for it." How could he? Of course, when he'd first learned, his rage had been unstoppable. He would have beaten his brother to death, had his wife not calmed him down. Then, almost as sudden, had come the news of Jeremy's illness. "Remember who you are, Jeremy. You are my brother, family. Remember."

He felt slightly uncomfortable being here. Would the nurses be upset if he... Jeremy. That did not sound like his brother's name. Leaning forward, James Earl whispered softly. "Scar, I'm not dead. You must remember that." Why his brother was so upset he could not imagine. If things escalated, he would have to call the nurses. That would certainly be undesirable.