#implied whump of a minor
No. 31 - HURT & COMFORT
disaster zone | trauma | prisoner
Finn rushed down the stairs without a care in the world, his feet faster than his brain. From where he was stood at the top of the stairs, Fao tried to call out, but he couldn’t. It was as if his voice didn’t work.
His strangled cry for his brother to be careful was too late, as he tripped and fell. He landed in a broken heap at the bottom, his little body looking so lifeless, so wrong. And then there was the blood. So much blood, too much blood. For a moment Fao couldn’t move, and then suddenly he was crouched beside his brother.
He wasn’t breathing, his chest not moving at all. No pulse when Fao checked either. Just… nothing.
“Finn? Finn, don’t do this to me. Please, Finn.” He begged, as he struggled to start compressions. But someone pulled him away, dragged him off and told him it was a lost cause. He fought against them, screaming and crying out.
“Finn!” He screamed, the dream jolting into reality.
He’d screamed himself awake every night that week, but Finn had refused to leave his bed. He gently squeezed Fao’s hand, wrapping his other arm across his chest.
“It’s just a dream.”
Fao whimpered, curling into his brother. “Finn.”
“I’m right here. You’re okay.” He paused. “I’mokay.”
He exhaled shakily. “You’re ‘kay.”
Finn slowly moved their hands to his chest. “See? I’m okay. It’s just a dream.”
“You were…”
It wasn’t hard to guess what he’d been dreaming about. It plagued Finn’s nights more often than not. “I was. I’m fine now.”
Fao almost expected his hands to be covered in blood as Finn held them against his chest. But they weren’t, and he could feel the rise and fall of Finn’s chest as well as the rumble of his voice as he spoke. “‘M sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
“I am, though.” Fao mumbled, burying his face against his brother. “Love you.”
“You saved my life. No reason to be sorry.” Finn told him. “You know I love you too.”
“It’s always…” Fao’s voice cracked, and he paused for a moment. “You’re always gone.”
“I’m not. I’m here. I’m fine.” He promised. “We’re okay.”
“Can’t lose you.”
“You won’t. We’re brothers.” He pushed himself up to look at Fao, barely visible in the darkness. “Nothing will take that away from us.”
