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Elio opened his eyes and saw that he was in his mother's orchard. The Sun glistened on the leaves and birds sang their morning songs.

It was so peaceful and there was no pain. As he looked around, he realized, there was no people around either.

He walked toward the house and tried to open the door. He couldn't. His parents almost never locked the door during the day. He tried to look through the window but could see nothing. He started to get panicked and called out for anybody and everybody.

He heard a distant voice calling to him but couldn't tell where it was coming from. He began to run to the only other place that he felt safe.

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Oliver fell to his knees beside Elio and welcomed the pain from the hard gravel. He pushed the man away and felt Elio's neck for a pulse. He almost cried out as he felt the gentle thrum of his lover's heart.

Oliver looked over his young partner and a soft gasp broke through his lips.

Elio was covered in cuts. His nose appeared broken with blood streaming down past his lips and over his chin. A gash on his forehead also covered the left side of the young boys face in a crimson red. His left arm was dislocated and his hand was broken in multiple places. Oliver couldn't see his torso but knew there would be a significant amount of bruising beneath the clothing. The boys legs looked in a bad way and he couldn't keep his eyes on them for long. The sight made his usually strong stomach, do flips.

Oliver gingerly felt around Elio's neck and was grateful that everything felt in place. As he pulled his hand back from the back of the boys neck, his hand was a deep red and he put his hand back to search. Elio's head must have taken the brunt of the accident and Oliver worried for his love's beautiful brain.

Oliver brushed the curls from the boys forehead and began to speak words of comfort.

"Its okay, Elio. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. Please stay with me. Help will come and they will fix you right up. But you have to fight, Elio. Please. I need you to fight."

Distant sirens filled the air and nobody saw the gentle twitch of bloody fingers.

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Elio sat on the grass hill and cried softly. He was scared and had not felt more helpless than now.

"Please help me.. I don't know what to do."

The words left his lips in a whisper and he looked out.

He hears a soft whistle coming from his water spot and quickly got to his feet. He made his way over and stopped when he saw a little boy sitting with his feet in the water.

The boy had soft dark curls and tiny specks of freckles over the bridge of his nose. Elio was taken aback by the boy as if looking in a mirror when he was 8.

He slowly approached the boy and sat next to him.

"Am.. Am I dead?" His voice cracks at the last word and studies his younger self.

The little boy shakes his head feverously. "Uh uh. Not yet." His voice was young and vibrant. Not at all stressed in the situation.

Elio was growing irritated and unsatisfied with the answer. "Well then where is everyone? How are you here?"

The boy turns to him and Elio jumps back at the change in the boy. His body mangled and bloody.

"You need to fight, Elio."

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Elio is having one heck of a day. I love the in between state where he is fighting to return to the land of the living. What do you guys think?Peace and Chicken Grease.