Well, once again I have decided to start another fic. This one will be about Root, and his life. Just so you know in this fic I am going by 4 fairy years for every one human year. I think I'll make it Root/Vinyaya. After this, I will not start another fic until I have finished at least 2.
20 year old Julius laid in his bed, underneath the covers. She couldn't be dying, she couldn't. What would happen to him then? Maybe he had overheard wrong. He had been listening through the door. But it was pretty clear. He yawned, and soon slipped into a troubled sleep. As he slept he dreamed of the incident which had caused him so much anguish.
Julius hid behind the curtain, trying not to make a noise. But it was no use. Within seconds, a red headed boy of about Julius's age pulled the curtain away, nearly ripping it.
"Found you Julius!"
"Matt, you peeked"
"did not"
"did too"
"you're just horrible at hiding"
Predictably, before Matt could do anything, Julius attacked him, wrestling him to the ground. The boys were instantly engaged in an all out battle. Their war was short lived, however. One of the nurses, who had been waiting at the desk, had been watching them since Julius nearly knocked over an old lady, broke them apart before they could cause and damage.
"Gentlemen, this is a hospital, not a daycare. I am not here to watch unruly boys and make sure they don't hurt each other. Why are you here and where are your guardians?""I'm Julius Root. My parents are in that room over there. My mom is sick."
"My name's Matt Short. His parents are watching me too."
The nurse, obviously not in the best of moods dragged them by their shirts to the room Julius had indicated.
A lecture from his dad later, Julius sat with his hands folded on an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room. Matt had gone to the bathroom, and the nurse that had formerly broke apart the fight was glaring at him. If he could, he would have just sat down in his mom's room, but his dad and his brother were talking to her, and Julius wasn't, allowed. He knew he should be more worried about his mom, but she had never been sick before, and besides, when he was talking to her before she seemed healthy enough.
Maybe they were done talking by now. Then he could wait with his mom and not have the nurse look like she was prepared to murder him. As he approached the room, he heard his brother Turnball, who was 116, yelling something. He sounded scared. Deciding it wasn't the best time, Julius sat down out side the door, trying to hear what everyone was yelling about.
"But mom, you can't just-"
"That's enough. I can and I will. Think of Julius.
That was his mom. Now she really did sound sick.
"What about him?"
"If I spend all the money we have on medical bills, what will happen to him?"
"We can get more money."
"Turnball, the doctor said even if we do opt for treatment, it may not work. I will only have a few extra months. I'm dying."
Julius didn't hear any more. His mom was dying. But she couldn't be dying. She was the one who took care of him. Turnball and dad were gone all the time. He didn't even notice when Matt came back.
"Julius?"
"mm"
"Julius?"
"yeah"
"What?"
"mmhhhm"
Julius woke up. He heard something. His dad. He looked at the clock. It was the middle of the night. Why was his dad awake now? He had to go to work in the morning.
He slowly got out of bed and went downstairs. His dad was leaning against the wall in the kitchen. Crying. His dad never cried. Seeing the phone in his hands. Julius suddenly knew why.
Yeah. I really need to actually finish a fic. Anyways, review. I would like to thank those of you that have been reviewing all of my fics. Just to tell you, Stuck During Christmas is not a Christmas story anymore. Sorry. I will change the title as soon as possible.