Sparks. Asasrandomsocks.
This story is unbetaed, but has been quickly looked over by two people who think they have a grasp of English grammar. Hopefully all the research has paid off and this is as factually correct as possible, however if you feel that something is incorrect please do not hesitate to contact me.
Sparks.
It was a little blue bottle, bright mid-blue, it looked a bit like stained glass. Inside the little blue bottle there were pills, they weren't small pills. orange and white capsules that Christian seemed to have no problem swallowing, though he already knew about Christian's lack of gag reflex, he usually enjoyed it.
The bottle and pills showed up after Christian came back during Christmas. He took one in the morning, one in the evening, approximately 12 hours after the last one. He had just trusted that if they were for something important Christian would tell him, and prayed that they weren't illegal. In retrospect he should have asked, but things had been so delicate that tipping the balance seemed like a stupid idea.
They were supposed to be having a family dinner, but Christian hadn't attended, so they'd eaten their lunch and trailed over to his flat to wait for Christian to show and make sure he knew he was supposed to have been there. This family thing was new, it was entirely possible that Christian had assumed he wasn't invited, his Mother said. So he sat, and he stared at the little blue bottle that Christian had left on the kitchen counter because he'd left in a hurry this morning, and he tried not to worry. Christian might have finally started obeying his workplace rules and have turned his phone off during work hours. He might have picked up an extra job which meant he didn't turn his phone back on during his lunch break. Christian might have ignored him or misread him when he said they were having lunch with his family. It was all possible. Something bad didn't have to happened, that feeling he had was probably just the spices from lunch interacting in a weird way, he should probably spend the next few hours near a toilet.
A taxi pulled up outside and caught everyone's attention, Christian got out and paid the driver, then propped himself up better on the crutches. There were crutches and there was a bandage on the back of his head. That was all the damage he could see from the window, Christian clearly needed the crutches to hobble along, and had the keys ready to open the doors. So he entered the flat quite quickly, too quickly for them to look anything other than surprised.
'What happened to you?' his Mother asked as the door closed behind Christian,
'I fell awkwardly, at work' Christian said and it was a good lie, but it was definitely a lie.
'You're lying' he accused quietly, Christian looked at him blankly 'don't lie to me' he said, louder and firmer. Christian looked down at his left ankle, it was the one in the cast.
'Yeah ok, can we talk in private' he said not looking up. He was aware that his family were now giving Christian a suspicious and threatening look. Christian hopped along with his crutches into the bedroom, so he followed.