My Little Friends 7
All disclaimers apply. KKM isn't mine.
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"I can't believe it. It's impossible that Yozak is sick," Wolfram uttered quietly in disbelief.
"But he is, Wolf," Conrad kindly remarked. "He can get sick too sometime," he added. He walked slowly so that his younger companions could match his long strides.
"It must be weird to see him in the hospital. I mean, Yozak is generally energetic," Yuuri gave his opinion in agreement with his blond fellow.
Apparently Yozak suffered from terrible diarrhea. His respective father had called the school this morning, asking permission for his son for not coming to school due to the diarrhea. Indeed Yozak's friends had been very surprised, especially his close friends. Moreover when Mr. Gurrier informed that the ginger-haired-boy should be in a hospital in their town. When Conrad had decided to visit his best friend after the school hour ended, Wolfram and Yuuri volunteered vigorously and sincerely to come along.
"I think Yozak is not the type who seems to be obedient and lie in bed because of being ill," Wolfram said after a moment. His small face had a little frown.
"Then you've proven wrong," Conrad cut his half brother. "That's why now we're going to visit him."
The boys were almost reaching the hospital. Yuuri eyed the brown bag in Conrad's hand. "What's there?" he asked curiously.
Conrad stared down at the younger boy. "I've snacks, bread and soda for Yozak."
"Is he allowed to eat those?" Wolfram asked skeptically.
The brunette shrugged nonchalantly. "If he isn't, then we'll eat them anyway," he answered. The boy snickered mischievously.
The hospital was not as huge as the one in the heart of the city, but it was still nice anyway. Some ambulances were parked near the cherry treed. The hospital was not far from the school, so the boys decided to go there on foot.
While walking along the corridor, reading every names and number, Yuuri and Wolfram craned their little necks to every direction. It was the first time for both students being in a hospital without the presence of older people. Well, Conrad was the exception. Besides, he was not a grown up yet. Both felt excited and curious. While Conrad did the searching thoroughly, Wolfram and Yuuri indifferently pointed many things and giggled when something brought fascination to them. Despite the rushing patients, doctors and nurses within the corridors, the younger boys were delighted and chirped happily.
Conrad swiftly winced when Wolfram gripped his hand. The brunette curiously gazed down at his brother, there was a question in his eyes. "What?" he inquired.
Wolfram tightened his grip. "Look, Conrad, somebody's bleeding there," he answered in a strained voice. He was trembling.
Yuuri and Conrad followed the little blonde's eyes. There was a man covered in blood. A nurse drove him in a wheelchair. It seemed that he just had a terrible accident. Blood was dripping from his face, hands and one of his knees. He moaned painfully.
"Don't look at him," Conrad warned, instantly ushered his brother and the raven boy away. Fortunately finally they found Yozak's room soon.
It was weird watching the ginger haired boy lie in bed pitifully and helplessly. His face was visibly pale, the natural color was drained. However, knowing that his best friends came to pay him a visit, Yozak started to beam and grinned widely.
After some time later, Yozak noticed that Wolfram was not as talkative as usual. The three boys chatted animatedly but the beautiful boy did not participate. "Wolfram, are you alright?" Yozak could not help but ask. Concern colored his voice.
"I'm fine," Wolfram answered quietly in a small voice. His eyes were dull and his tone was uncertain.
"Wolfram just saw a man covered in blood," the double black innocently revealed the previous occurrence. This revelation snapped Wolfram back to life. He sent murderous glares at the other boy.
Yozak and Conrad exchanged glances. The latter slightly nodded in affirmation.
"Oh, I see," the pale boy sighed.
Conrad and Yuuri wanted to have the chat longer, but they sensed the other boy's dampened mood. Yozak understood clearly so he let them go home.
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"What happened to our little brother?" Gwendal asked Conrad.
The younger brother turned his head to face Gwendal. "What do you mean?" he asked back. Small frown marred his slightly tan face.
Gwendal strolled across the living room and sat beside him. "Wolfram grows quiet for the whole evening. In fact, it has started since both of you were home," the tall man solemnly countered.
Conrad took a deep breath and reported of what had happened in the hospital.
"I guess Wolfram is scared," Gwendal simply concluded. "Bleeding scenes are inappropriate for children," he spat darkly.
Conrad nodded in agreement. "Are you afraid he is traumatized?" he queried.
"I don't know," Gwendal idly rubbed his temple.
Conrad put the book he had been reading on the table. "Hey, Gwendal, do you have a plan for tomorrow?" he asked after contemplating a moment.
Gwendal slightly frowned. His long bangs hid his blue eyes perfectly. "No, perhaps I'll just stay home," he replied. "I just wanna spend one Sunday not going somewhere." He had a lot of things to do. Since their happy-go-lucky mother was on his voyage to find love, everything came to the eldest son's hands, including taking care of his two younger brothers.
Soft footsteps faintly echoed from upstairs. Gwendal and Conrad already recognized the pace. It was Wolfram. "Conrad, aren't you going to bed?" Wolfram sauntered across the room and took his seat between his brothers.
Conrad blinked. He averted his hazel orbs to the tickling clock on the wall. It was time for the blond to call it night.
Wolfram was fidgeting anxiously. His feet dangled cautiously, and his posture was stiff. But it did not hide the fact that at the moment he looked drowsy.
"Yeah, I am," the older boy casually answered. "Why?"
Wolfram agitatedly glanced at him. "Can I sleep in your room?" he muttered timidly. He failed to notice his other brothers conveying their thoughts through exchanging glances.
"Okay," finally Conrad acquiesced. He was not sleepy yet, but he did not have the heart to refuse his brother. He got up, followed by the little blond who had already changed into his night attire, that was a small frilly gown reached his ankles.
Wolfram stopped abruptly before the stairs. "Big Brother, are you gonna go to bed soon?" he asked.
Gwendal raised his indigo eyes. "No, I'm gonna stay up late tonight," he answered tersely. He got up from his seat.
Wolfram nodded and then proceeded to Conrad's room.
After turning off every bulb, Gwendal climbed the stairs to his room. When passing Conrad's room, he paused a second, and then turned the doorknob. The door opened quietly, showing a room with the bulb still on.
Both of his brothers were in bed. Conrad was already asleep. Next to him was Wolfram, cuddled closer to the brunette. Wolfram's eyes were closed but his expressions looked troubled. Sensing another presence, the youngest peeked from his half-lidded eyes.
"Big Brother?" he called out softly, astoundingly drawing Gwendal to cross the spacious room.
The bed creaked a little when the grey-haired-man flopped down on the mattress. "You should sleep," Gwendal muttered softly. "Look, Conrad is sleeping, so you should also be."
Wolfram silently nodded.
But Wolfram could not sleep that night. Not too long after Gwendal situated himself in his king-sized bed, with a thick book on his lap, Wolfram entered his room and climbed next to him. Without saying anything, the little blond pulled up the bed cover and draped it until it reached his shoulders.
"I thought you were sleeping," Gwendal put down the book. He gazed warily towards the boy who was trying to snuggle closer to him.
"Can't sleep," was Wolfram's muffled answer.
Gwendal started to get worried when Wolfram could not even close his eyes. The emerald orbs stared wildly to him, to the headboard, as if scanning every single object in the considerable huge room.
"What are you afraid of?" Gwendal couldn't help but blurt out a question. "You look troubled," he frowned.
"Nothing," Wolfram quietly remarked, but the restlessness was not dissipated.
"Is it about what you saw in the hospital today?" the older man pressed.
Wolfram was tensed, he stared up at him. His eyes fearfully widened, conveying the minds that were replaying the bleeding man inwardly.
Gwendal extended his big hand and ruffled the messy blond locks. "Don't wander to the memory again," he spoke. Honestly, the restless Wolfram started to grate on his nerves.
Wolfram only nodded silently.
But Gwendal's expectation failed. Wolfram kept on tossing miserably in bed. The small boy got up and back to Conrad's room. Some minutes later, he strolled back to Gwendal's room. Back and forth he kept on snuggling to Conrad and Gwendal.
The gruff man wanted to sleep badly, but he could not let his little brother wander back and forth between the two rooms.
"Wolfram, do you want cakes? Or a glass of milk?" Gwendal warily offered.
The blond shook his head. "No, I don't want them," he refused.
It took a couple of hours for him to finally be able to sleep. It was already past midnight, and Gwendal was gratefully relieved. He caressed Wolfram's sleeping face before drifting off to sleep.
Young children memorized every memorable moment that caught their impressions. For weeks Wolfram was afraid of ambulance and any syringe that hollered in the street, could it belong to ambulance or police car. Gwendal and Conrad had difficulties handling the horrified Wolfram. After a thousand times assuring him that that loud sound brought nothing to fear, finally Wolfram could get rid of his apprehension towards the syringe and ambulance.
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TBC
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