Author's Note: Sorry guys, Chapters 5 and 6 are technically one chapter...and in some strange string of circumstances they got cut up and had to be posted as two...O.o? Very long...Very weird story with that, but yea. I'm in a writing mood lately (probably caused by the responses i'm getting from this story, its gives me good reason to keep going to please you fine people) XD
ShaolinQueen: I can see chapter 6 still? O.o, and I am sadistic as well, Can't you tell? lol (I tend to stick to one character carnage throughout the fic, but I think i might spread the agony around a lil... XD)
Padfoot-rawr: I write what I see in my mind... XD
HeroMimic: Thanks for readin' mate XD
Jensen: I'm sorry? Nvm, no i'm not. I love doing that ... XP
Marinawings: thanks mate, Glad yer likin' it XD
ENJOY!
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He hit the back of his head against the floor repeatively, until he was certain he had probably given himself a concussion. Though it did nothing to really help the situation, It did somewhat make him feel better in a very weird masochistic way.
Once he had gotten that little idea out of his head he just lay there, trying to breath in a way that was not painful, which he decided a good ammount of time later that it was impossible. He settled for short quick breaths that seemed to alleviate some pain on the process, though it was tiring.
Didn't peter tell him that he should have an inhaler after the first accident? He growled silently, closing his eyes trying anything to keep his mind clear. What he would give to fall asleep or pass out now, escape this purgatory.
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After an unknown stretch of time later he heard a door open. He twitched and took in a deep painful breath, starting to cough. He just barely manage to move quick enough to twist his upper body so his face hit the ground.
The whole process was unbearable, but who ever was making the decisions upstairs decided he needed to stay awake. As he was coughing he caught a glimpse of a man coming over to him and Peter who was still asleep, curled into a ball now, protectively around his broken limb.
Nathan instinctly pulled himself between the man and Peter. Older brothers protected their younger siblings whether they wanted to or not, it was just nature.
"Get out of the way!" The man said staring down at Nathan who was still coughing, but managed to maintain his feeble attempt at a human wall between him and his brother. It did not even occur to him that what he was doing now was exactly what happened in the first drawing.
"No." He rasped between coughs. He couldn't make out the features of the mans' face because the light was shining in the room from behind him, making him look like a sillouette. He felt a strong hand on the collar of his shirt and suit, thrusting him backwards then forwards, pulling him up.
"We're trying to help him." The man said quietly. Nathan glared at the shadowy face, making a pitiful attempt to look fearsome in his weakened state.
"Your...not...gonna...touch..." Nathan gasped, trying to get in enough air to speak normally, but it was all just too much. "Shut up." The man said pulling him aside, clearly away from Peter, then unceremoniously dropping him to the ground.
Nathan could do nothing to prevent himself from colliding face first with the ground, thankfully the darkness finally took him.
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"Nathan? Come on wake up, please." He heard a male voice calling to him from the fog, He didn't want to leave the fog though. He turned his back on the voice, not wanting to return to reality...to pain.
"Don't die on me, Please. Nathan." The voice was working though, much to his dismay, the voice was dragging him back to the world of pain.
"Thanks..." He growled with a weak voice, the pain pentrating from the edges of his mind, marching straight to the core, causing him to gasp when he tried to breath normally like nothing happened.
He felt a object forced into his mouth again. A puff of concentrated oxygen penetrated his body, it felt soothing somehow. The agony of his lungs expanding and shrinking was there, not quite as much it was though. There was another puff then, and he relaxed a little more.
He finally dared to open his eyes a little bit. He saw Peter staring back to him with worry written over his face. That was clear even in this dim light. What was strange though, was he had no injuries. The gash was gone, his broken arm was miraculously healed. What happened?
