theatrical_muse: "I don't understand..."
"I don't understand."
The words were said so quietly that for a moment Remus wondered if he had to repeat himself because his parents weren't answering. They just sat there, mute, looking at anywhere but him. His mother's eyes were filling with tears at such speed that even if he was tired and hurting, he wanted to bolt from the bed and hug her at once. And his father, he looked so tired. So worn out, that it made it harder for Remus to understand. To truly comprehend why they were looking the way they were.
"It's good that you're awake and are doing so well, Remus," his mother had said upon waking up, "soon we'll go home and you can rest there."
"But there's something you need to know," his father had quickly added, "the injuries you received... You will--... You won't..."
Remus didn't understand. He couldn't understand what his parents were trying to get to, because hadn't his mother just said he was doing so well?
But then it all began. The explanations, the tears, and amidst all that there were still reassurances. Of how the healers would do all they could to make him better, how they would try anything in their power to help him. So he wouldn't have to suffer with a curse for long. So they could fix it. So they could fix him.
But Remus still didn't understood. He never understood why, or how. He just didn't bother asking anymore. Questioning didn't make a difference.
In the end, nothing really did.
The words were said so quietly that for a moment Remus wondered if he had to repeat himself because his parents weren't answering. They just sat there, mute, looking at anywhere but him. His mother's eyes were filling with tears at such speed that even if he was tired and hurting, he wanted to bolt from the bed and hug her at once. And his father, he looked so tired. So worn out, that it made it harder for Remus to understand. To truly comprehend why they were looking the way they were.
"It's good that you're awake and are doing so well, Remus," his mother had said upon waking up, "soon we'll go home and you can rest there."
"But there's something you need to know," his father had quickly added, "the injuries you received... You will--... You won't..."
Remus didn't understand. He couldn't understand what his parents were trying to get to, because hadn't his mother just said he was doing so well?
But then it all began. The explanations, the tears, and amidst all that there were still reassurances. Of how the healers would do all they could to make him better, how they would try anything in their power to help him. So he wouldn't have to suffer with a curse for long. So they could fix it. So they could fix him.
But Remus still didn't understood. He never understood why, or how. He just didn't bother asking anymore. Questioning didn't make a difference.
In the end, nothing really did.