Summer
Post by Niall Firrs on Apr 10, 2013 23:17:44 GMT -5
It had been 4 hours, 4 hours since the moment when Niall had started to feel his world start to fall apart all over again. He had had a free period first thing that morning, and he'd been spending it in the library with his sister Cherokee, and his brother Murtagh. They'd been talking and laughing, and catching up, since they weren't all in the same house, Niall and Cherokee being Gryffindor, and Murtagh being Ravenclaw, and everything had seemed fine, at first. But Niall had been the first to notice something was wrong. He'd immediately noticed when the laughing grin had faded from his little brother's face, replaced by a look of pain that Niall had seen many times as they were growing up. Murtagh had been born with severe heart problems, and he'd spent much his childhood in hospitals and doctors and healers offices, and had almost died a few times. But the summer before he had received a heart transplant, and they'd all thought he was fine since, as there hasn't seemed to be any complications and Mur had seemed to be doing better than ever since then.
But Niall knew that look on his brother's face, and he knew what it meant despite what the healers and doctors said about him having any failure or complications with his new heart being unlikely, he knew that pain in his brother's eyes better than he knew anything. Looking at his brother with concern, he'd reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "Mur? Are you alright?" he'd asked frowning worriedly. Murtagh had started to nod, but midway through, his eyes had rolled back, as he passed out. Niall wasn't sure who jumped from their seat first, him or Cherokee, but he knew he had made it to the other side of the table, to Murtagh first. He shook his brother slightly, his stomach twisting with worry. "Mur... Mur... please wake up..." he'd looked up at his sister fighting tears, "Go find the nurse Cher.... and get ahold of Dad...fast!" Cherokee had nodded, the same fear in her eyes that he was sure was reflected in his, before taking off faster than he had ever seen her move.
Niall barely remembered what had happened after that. He remembered Cherokee returning with the nurse, closely followed by the headmistress and their father, and he remembered them saying that Murtagh needed to be transferred to the hospital immediately before they took him away, but it all seemed more like a blur, a bad dream, than actual memories. He hadn't been able to move from that spot for what felt like ages, even though he was sure it has actually been only moments. Cherokee had offered to stay with him, with tears in her eyes, but he'd shook his head at her, his face blank, fighting hard against his own tears, and told her to go find Karma and let her know what was happening.
Niall wasn't sure how long it had been after Cher had left before he decided to move, opting not to head to class like he knew he should have at this point, but instead making his way down to the grounds. But her knew one thing, the time it took him to get from the library to the spot by the lake where he collapsed to the ground, leaning against a tree by the shore, was as long as he could continue to fight his tears. The moment he hit the ground, his back against the tree, and his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms locked around them, was the moment when he couldn't fight it anymore, and the tears started pouring out of his eyes like a waterfall or a terrible rain storm. He hadn't moved from that spot at all during the last 4 hours, not once. He'd skipped all of his classes, he knew Kalani, Malika, and especially Patrick would notice he was missing, and realize something was wrong and worry, but he just could not do it right now, he couldn't face all the professors and everyone else in their year right now. No he couldn't face them now, not when he didn't know what was going on with Mur, not when he didn't know if his little brother was going to live or die, he just couldn't do it.
He was still sobbing, even now 4 hours later, his body shaking as the tears fell, his long black hair hanging in his face, soaked with a mix of the salty water from his eyes, and the slight sweat that had accumulated from how worked up he was. Looking up at the sky, he prayed to any every god he'd ever heard of to save his brother. "please don't let him die... please don't take him from us, from me... not yet... not now... it isn't fair, he's only 14, he's never done anything wrong...he doesn't deserve this," he choked out softly, his tears now falling harder.
(A.N: he's wearing his school uniform)
