musesandlyrics | 8.11. He Ain't Heavy lyrics
8.11. It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He Ain't Heavy - The Hollies
Despite the date with Serena the night before being exactly the medicine he needed, it had to come to an end. Serena had a four am wake-up call with a five am start at work, so they had reluctantly returned back to Chris’ apartment around ten thirty. Rick was asleep, and they found Bella sitting on the bed beside him reading a book. She promised the older Deleo brother had been okay, but it had been a tiring night with him mostly feeling nauseated and uncomfortable. He had managed a bit of food over the day, but he now was back to just taking fluids as opposed to anything else. She left, leaving Rick in Chris and Serena’s capable hands because she had an early start at work the next morning also. She looked as wrecked as Chris felt, but when he asked her if she was okay, she made some joke about PMS and left it at that.
It was morning now, and Serena had left for work a good three hours ago. Chris was once again tossing and turning in a sleep plagued with more strange dreams resulting from an overactive and worried mind. He had been sleeping relatively soundly with Serena there, but he hadn’t relaxed much once she left. He checked on Rick to make sure he was okay, and then went back to bed, but now he once again shot awake in a panic following a bad dream. Or another good dream, turned bad. Sweat was soaking the back of his t-shirt and it took a few moments to actually find his bearings, even if he was in his own bed. His head was thumping, too, and he nursed it in his hands for a few moments, hoping it would stop. He really did not need dreams like this, or headaches like this. He moved stiffly and shifted to sit on the side of the bed trying to figure out exactly what he was feeling. It felt like a hangover with no alcohol. There had been wine with their meal the night before, but that was it. One glass wasn’t enough to make him feel so crap.
Glancing at his cell sitting on the nightstand, Chris nearly reached for it to call Serena. Even just a two second conversation to say hello. But she was probably busy, and he didn’t want to bother her. He remembered back to their conversation the night before on the beach and sat for a moment, swallowing back a horrible taste in his mouth and rubbing his stomach which felt upset again too. He was a mess, and he knew it was all caused by stress. As much as he hated pills, he was wondering if he needed something mild to keep the bad dreams away and help him sleep, and of all people, he was wondering if Proctor was the one he should talk to about that. That helpless urge to cry seemed to be creeping back inside him, but he shook it away and stood up, grabbing a handful of the front of his t-shirt and pulling it away from his sweaty body. Rick couldn’t handle the air-con up to high, so Chris was just going to have to deal with his own hot flushes for the moment.
There was a moment hesitation in the hallway where he stopped and just stared at the door of Rick’s bedroom. It only took another moment of thought to his conversation with Serena again along with feeling his head aching and his stomach churning for him to quietly push the door open and quietly enter the room. Rick was asleep on his back with his arm draped over his face, even if the room wasn’t really that bright with all the blinds drawn. Without giving it too much more thought, Chris climbed onto the bed and into the spare spot beside his brother in the queen-sized bed. He lay still and awkwardly for a moment, feeling weird about giving this a shot, but he soon rolled over onto his side and a little closer to Rick. It still felt weird, but not in a bad way. Just in that he didn’t think he had ever laid down with his brother before. They never shared a room, and Chris had never been the sort of kid to escape out of his bed at night to go to his parents or anything. They definitely weren’t kids anymore, but it was never too late, right?
After watching Rick lying there asleep for what felt like ages, Chris reached over and tucked his hand loosely around his brother’s wrist and then let his eyes closely tiredly again with a small sigh. He didn’t intend to stay there for ages, and maybe even initially planned to escape before Rick woke and found him there, but the exhaustion soon won out, tugging him back into a heavy sleep with his hand still holding Rick’s arm. Maybe there really was a first time for everything.
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From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He Ain't Heavy - The Hollies
Despite the date with Serena the night before being exactly the medicine he needed, it had to come to an end. Serena had a four am wake-up call with a five am start at work, so they had reluctantly returned back to Chris’ apartment around ten thirty. Rick was asleep, and they found Bella sitting on the bed beside him reading a book. She promised the older Deleo brother had been okay, but it had been a tiring night with him mostly feeling nauseated and uncomfortable. He had managed a bit of food over the day, but he now was back to just taking fluids as opposed to anything else. She left, leaving Rick in Chris and Serena’s capable hands because she had an early start at work the next morning also. She looked as wrecked as Chris felt, but when he asked her if she was okay, she made some joke about PMS and left it at that.
It was morning now, and Serena had left for work a good three hours ago. Chris was once again tossing and turning in a sleep plagued with more strange dreams resulting from an overactive and worried mind. He had been sleeping relatively soundly with Serena there, but he hadn’t relaxed much once she left. He checked on Rick to make sure he was okay, and then went back to bed, but now he once again shot awake in a panic following a bad dream. Or another good dream, turned bad. Sweat was soaking the back of his t-shirt and it took a few moments to actually find his bearings, even if he was in his own bed. His head was thumping, too, and he nursed it in his hands for a few moments, hoping it would stop. He really did not need dreams like this, or headaches like this. He moved stiffly and shifted to sit on the side of the bed trying to figure out exactly what he was feeling. It felt like a hangover with no alcohol. There had been wine with their meal the night before, but that was it. One glass wasn’t enough to make him feel so crap.
Glancing at his cell sitting on the nightstand, Chris nearly reached for it to call Serena. Even just a two second conversation to say hello. But she was probably busy, and he didn’t want to bother her. He remembered back to their conversation the night before on the beach and sat for a moment, swallowing back a horrible taste in his mouth and rubbing his stomach which felt upset again too. He was a mess, and he knew it was all caused by stress. As much as he hated pills, he was wondering if he needed something mild to keep the bad dreams away and help him sleep, and of all people, he was wondering if Proctor was the one he should talk to about that. That helpless urge to cry seemed to be creeping back inside him, but he shook it away and stood up, grabbing a handful of the front of his t-shirt and pulling it away from his sweaty body. Rick couldn’t handle the air-con up to high, so Chris was just going to have to deal with his own hot flushes for the moment.
There was a moment hesitation in the hallway where he stopped and just stared at the door of Rick’s bedroom. It only took another moment of thought to his conversation with Serena again along with feeling his head aching and his stomach churning for him to quietly push the door open and quietly enter the room. Rick was asleep on his back with his arm draped over his face, even if the room wasn’t really that bright with all the blinds drawn. Without giving it too much more thought, Chris climbed onto the bed and into the spare spot beside his brother in the queen-sized bed. He lay still and awkwardly for a moment, feeling weird about giving this a shot, but he soon rolled over onto his side and a little closer to Rick. It still felt weird, but not in a bad way. Just in that he didn’t think he had ever laid down with his brother before. They never shared a room, and Chris had never been the sort of kid to escape out of his bed at night to go to his parents or anything. They definitely weren’t kids anymore, but it was never too late, right?
After watching Rick lying there asleep for what felt like ages, Chris reached over and tucked his hand loosely around his brother’s wrist and then let his eyes closely tiredly again with a small sigh. He didn’t intend to stay there for ages, and maybe even initially planned to escape before Rick woke and found him there, but the exhaustion soon won out, tugging him back into a heavy sleep with his hand still holding Rick’s arm. Maybe there really was a first time for everything.
Word Count | 837