I first wrote this drabble after The Opal Deception came out, and never really bothered to do anything with it, so after I found it again I have redone it slightly and decided to post it.
This is set after The Opal Deception.
Disclamier; I do not own Artemis Fowl.
Cancer
Beep...Beep...Beep...
The steady, rhythmic beeping; the only sound cutting through the stifling silence that filled the room.
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
White dominating; white walls, white sheets, white floors, white coats, white faces...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
The colour of innocence...of madness...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
One single, standard window. Overcast weather, a brooding storm in cruel pathetic fallacy...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
And in that room the strong crumble, careful masks broken to pieces...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
Polar opposites united in pain, in grief...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
The Father. Static in sorrow. Rigid. Robotic. Unable to comfort for fear of being comforted. Full of regrets and anguish of past mistakes...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
The Mother. Emotional. Dramatic. Distraught. Faced with a harsh truth no mother should face. Helpless and defeated as her world disintegrates.
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
The Bodyguard. The calm, the collected, the unfazable. Broken by the sight before him. Powerless in a time when brute force just isn't enough.
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
The Invisible One. Unable to reveal herself. Sharing their pain, but nothing more. A mere myth in the hospital room.
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
Him. Too old to be considered a boy, too young to be considered a man. The brains behind every great operation. Discoverer of races, creator of priceless technology, a thief, a forger, a genius. So vulnerable, lying in the bed of white.
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
The mindless hum of machinery filling the silence...filling his lungs...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
A longing glance...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
A faceless doctor, grim with duty...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
Just one little plug...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
All eyes turn...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
The nod...
...Beep...Beep...Beep...
A murmer. A cry.
...
Silence.
'The hardest part of this is leaving you.' – Cancer, My Chemical Romance