Victor's eyes grew wide with a nervous hope. "Sparky?" he whispered, gently removing the sheets from his brother's face with his free hand, the second still in his brother's grip. Sparky's eyes flickered, and then opened. It did not take them long to focus on his sibling.
"Victor?" he gasped out, then gave a dry cough.
"Stay here, I'll get you some water." Victor ran to do so, not noticing his brother sit up and look around. He did not understand- why was he at the house? He remembered the accident all too well. He had knelt to get the baseball, and as he started to stand up, when he saw the car. He felt a flash of burning pain. He woke to his brother cradling him, then nothing.
He did not even know how he could come to be sitting on a metal slab in the attic. Wait a minute. Nothing, when he lost consciousness for the second time, he didn't feel anything. It was as if he died and came back. Then, he took a good look around. The metal bed he was sitting on was surrounded by metal objects.
Something told him his brother was behind this.
Then Victor returned and quietly handed Sparky a cup of water. He took the cup from Victor, and drank gratefully. If they were going to talk, he at least wanted to get rid of the dryness in his throat. When he was done, he put the empty cup next to him and looked at his brother. "Victor, did you," he gestured to the room, then himself. Victor looked down, and nodded.
"Yeah."
Sparky reached out his left arm to try to comfort his twin, when it fell off. He stared at his arm, at Victor, then back at his arm. He started to chuckle, which turned into a snicker then a full out laugh. Victor looked up with a mixture of surprise and hope in his eyes. "Come over here so I can try to hug you without losing my right arm too!" He said teasingly.
Victor practically ran over to him. They nearly crushed each other in the embrace. Then, Victor picked the arm up, and gently started to sew it back onto his brother as he watched. "I need to show you how to do this in case it happens when I'm not here." he murmured, then added "I missed you, Spark."
"I missed you too, Vic."
Downstairs, Victor's father went over to his wife and placed his arm over her shoulder as she cried. He was as upset as she was. When Sparky had died in the road, he was screaming internally as loud as Victor was. After all, he had lost his son. He needed to be strong, for Victor.
Nether he or Victor's mom knew of the reunion going on right above their heads.