Jul 17, 2005 17:51
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
BS
Title: Help
Words: 150
Rating: PG
Summary: Technically young Estel.
Notes: A phrase filtered into my head last night and I felt compelled to write around it.
He wished that his father had been home. He would have known what to do. He wouldn't have let it happen. The desk was littered with medical texts and outdated, incomprehensible books detailing the treatment of wounds and illnesses. None of that seemed to matter right now, as he turned his face away from the thin, frail body resting on the bed next to him. Nothing had helped.
It had happened so quickly, a misstep and a fall, a cough and a fever. Now, his precious little brother was nearing death and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He had tried so hard -- they both had -- but some things were out of their power. "The curse and blessing of mortality," he whispered harshly. There was no response from the boy next to him, but then, there never would be again. "I want none of it."
Blah. I will change my icon soon. Yes.
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