A Son in Need
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Authors Note: It has been a looooonnnnggg time since I have updated I know. I'm sorry. I've finally finished my exams so if you show an interest for me to keep going (reviews) I'll continue. Also I have no idea if the "medical procedure" in this story is real, but, I having little medical knowledge, needed to make something off the top of my head. Thanks!
~Lizzie16
* CrAzY*GiRl()
Please make Estel better please! How old is Estel in this story?
*MidnightLoner
That was just a nightmare, right? I mean, it can't be the future, right? Anyway, how old is Estel? Younger than he is in the series or about the same age. Hurry up and help/make Aragorn be better soon! *mutters* thanx to stupid la teacher, not allowed to use any "get" words.
*ArwenUndomiel
This is really good. I love it! More? Please? Is Arwen gonig to come into the picture?
*HobbitsRFun
Ah! Must have more soon! This is really good!
*Shlee Verde
that was great! i am really enjoying this story. keep up the great work :)
Well to answer your questions…
~Yes, the whole thing with Elrond dying was just a nightmare, not something to happen in the future…well in my story at least.
~In this story Estel is younger than he is in the series. He still has some learning to do. He's at that awkward age around 20-25.
Enjoy the story…
Elrond raced into his youngest son's room as soon as the words left Elladan's mouth. His other twin son was sitting on the bed next to Estel. He looked up when he heard his father and brother enter the room.
"Good, your here. Ada you must help him. I've tried a cool cloth and herbs, nothings working. The congestion in his chest has worsened, and I fear he is in the depths of a nightmare, though neither Elladan nor I can rouse him."
Then looking from Elrohir to Estel he did notice the change in comfort level. He swiftly yet gracefully moved his way over to the bed. He sat down and cradled Estel's head.
"Estel my son, wake up. You are having a nightmare. Please wake up."
****
Estel looked up around him. He heard his father's voice coming from the blood red sky. But how could he hear his father? He was...dead, he saw him die, right in front of him, oh ada!
Estel my son, wake up. You are having a nightmare. Please wake up.
Estel grew dizzy and the world around him began swaying....
To his great pleasure Elrond saw that Estel was beginning to wake, but when Estel laid eyes on his living father he began to cry. Seeing this broke the wise elf's heart.
"Oh Estel if only I could have protected you from such a grievous nightmare. You must stop crying though; it will only make it harder to breathe.
Trying to do what his father told him Estel calmed down. But just as he felt more at peace a raging coughing fit took hold of him. As he was coughing he could feel his father rubbing his back, and a bin was placed under his head for the mucus that was brought up to go. Unfortunately this time what was brought up was tinged with blood. Both the twins and Elrond caught notice of this.
Deciding it would be best to take action now he spoke quickly to Elladan.
"Elladan, bring me my needles, tube and an empty bowl. I need to drain the fluid out of his lungs before his breathing becomes worse."
Elladan left only to return minutes later with the coveted supplies. He handed them to Elrond, somber in mood, knowing what was to take place.
Elrond quickly opened the tiny box brought to him and choose thin, yet long, needle. He gently laid his son down and propped him up against several pillows.
"Just try to relax Estel. I'm not going to lie, this will hurt, but tensing up will make it worse".
After these words were spoken he could see Estel slowly relax. He attached a tube to the end of the needle and placed a bowl underneath the other end of the tube. He lifted up Estel's shirt and his fingers gently probed along his side for the right spot to place the needle. When he found the place he took the needle and slowly slid it into his side. Estel let out a moan of pain with this new wave of pain. Feeling that the needle was in far enough he let go and left it sitting in Estel's side. Sure enough, not even a minute later, a fluid, blood-tinged, made its way out of Estel, through the tube and into the bowl.
Elrond looked over at Estel. His breathing was shallow, but that was expected, and his face was pale and damp. He took a wet cloth and gently wiped his son's face.
" I am truly sorry Estel, but this treatment is necessary to your recovery. If only it didn't get so bad, we could to without this."
Seeing the drip of the fluid from the tube become slower and slower, Elrond removed the tube, which to Estel was almost as bad as having it placed there. He cleaned it in hot water and then moved to Estel's other side. He once again probed the area and found his spot. Again when the needle was placed Estel couldn't help crying out. This time it felt so much worse. Before he knew it tears were sliding down his face.
It felt like hours. He was just laying there. He was so tired. He just wanted to close his eyes. Slowly his eyelids began drooping, lower and lower until they finally closed.
"Estel no, stay with me. I can't allow you to sleep. Its to dangerous, you must stay awake."
Estel's eyes popped open upon hearing his father talk to him. All he wanted was sleep and now that was being denied to him. He was becoming grumpy...fast.
TBC
Whew, I'm glad I finally finished this chapter. Like I said before I'm NOT A DOCTER, so if this "treatment" is incorrect, I don't really care because I made it up. So anyways please review!
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Authors Note: It has been a looooonnnnggg time since I have updated I know. I'm sorry. I've finally finished my exams so if you show an interest for me to keep going (reviews) I'll continue. Also I have no idea if the "medical procedure" in this story is real, but, I having little medical knowledge, needed to make something off the top of my head. Thanks!
~Lizzie16
* CrAzY*GiRl()
Please make Estel better please! How old is Estel in this story?
*MidnightLoner
That was just a nightmare, right? I mean, it can't be the future, right? Anyway, how old is Estel? Younger than he is in the series or about the same age. Hurry up and help/make Aragorn be better soon! *mutters* thanx to stupid la teacher, not allowed to use any "get" words.
*ArwenUndomiel
This is really good. I love it! More? Please? Is Arwen gonig to come into the picture?
*HobbitsRFun
Ah! Must have more soon! This is really good!
*Shlee Verde
that was great! i am really enjoying this story. keep up the great work :)
Well to answer your questions…
~Yes, the whole thing with Elrond dying was just a nightmare, not something to happen in the future…well in my story at least.
~In this story Estel is younger than he is in the series. He still has some learning to do. He's at that awkward age around 20-25.
Enjoy the story…
Elrond raced into his youngest son's room as soon as the words left Elladan's mouth. His other twin son was sitting on the bed next to Estel. He looked up when he heard his father and brother enter the room.
"Good, your here. Ada you must help him. I've tried a cool cloth and herbs, nothings working. The congestion in his chest has worsened, and I fear he is in the depths of a nightmare, though neither Elladan nor I can rouse him."
Then looking from Elrohir to Estel he did notice the change in comfort level. He swiftly yet gracefully moved his way over to the bed. He sat down and cradled Estel's head.
"Estel my son, wake up. You are having a nightmare. Please wake up."
****
Estel looked up around him. He heard his father's voice coming from the blood red sky. But how could he hear his father? He was...dead, he saw him die, right in front of him, oh ada!
Estel my son, wake up. You are having a nightmare. Please wake up.
Estel grew dizzy and the world around him began swaying....
To his great pleasure Elrond saw that Estel was beginning to wake, but when Estel laid eyes on his living father he began to cry. Seeing this broke the wise elf's heart.
"Oh Estel if only I could have protected you from such a grievous nightmare. You must stop crying though; it will only make it harder to breathe.
Trying to do what his father told him Estel calmed down. But just as he felt more at peace a raging coughing fit took hold of him. As he was coughing he could feel his father rubbing his back, and a bin was placed under his head for the mucus that was brought up to go. Unfortunately this time what was brought up was tinged with blood. Both the twins and Elrond caught notice of this.
Deciding it would be best to take action now he spoke quickly to Elladan.
"Elladan, bring me my needles, tube and an empty bowl. I need to drain the fluid out of his lungs before his breathing becomes worse."
Elladan left only to return minutes later with the coveted supplies. He handed them to Elrond, somber in mood, knowing what was to take place.
Elrond quickly opened the tiny box brought to him and choose thin, yet long, needle. He gently laid his son down and propped him up against several pillows.
"Just try to relax Estel. I'm not going to lie, this will hurt, but tensing up will make it worse".
After these words were spoken he could see Estel slowly relax. He attached a tube to the end of the needle and placed a bowl underneath the other end of the tube. He lifted up Estel's shirt and his fingers gently probed along his side for the right spot to place the needle. When he found the place he took the needle and slowly slid it into his side. Estel let out a moan of pain with this new wave of pain. Feeling that the needle was in far enough he let go and left it sitting in Estel's side. Sure enough, not even a minute later, a fluid, blood-tinged, made its way out of Estel, through the tube and into the bowl.
Elrond looked over at Estel. His breathing was shallow, but that was expected, and his face was pale and damp. He took a wet cloth and gently wiped his son's face.
" I am truly sorry Estel, but this treatment is necessary to your recovery. If only it didn't get so bad, we could to without this."
Seeing the drip of the fluid from the tube become slower and slower, Elrond removed the tube, which to Estel was almost as bad as having it placed there. He cleaned it in hot water and then moved to Estel's other side. He once again probed the area and found his spot. Again when the needle was placed Estel couldn't help crying out. This time it felt so much worse. Before he knew it tears were sliding down his face.
It felt like hours. He was just laying there. He was so tired. He just wanted to close his eyes. Slowly his eyelids began drooping, lower and lower until they finally closed.
"Estel no, stay with me. I can't allow you to sleep. Its to dangerous, you must stay awake."
Estel's eyes popped open upon hearing his father talk to him. All he wanted was sleep and now that was being denied to him. He was becoming grumpy...fast.
TBC
Whew, I'm glad I finally finished this chapter. Like I said before I'm NOT A DOCTER, so if this "treatment" is incorrect, I don't really care because I made it up. So anyways please review!