Chapter 10:
Written by 4EVERA POLARBEAR LOVER
"AHHH!"
"Now?" Oliver could barely stand up straight, how was he supposed to help put Skylar's pieces back together?
"There is no other choice Oliver" Solar Flare answered softly, but sternly, the mask she wore hiding any emotion that she had let escape. Oliver managed a stuttered 'okay' and in an instant two nurses and 3 doctors entered the room, ready at Solar Flare's orders.
Once everyone was assembled, the room fell into a brief silence, that is once Solar Flare spoke up again. "I'm going to need you all to listen to this boy right here" two hands came to rest upon Oliver's shoulders as a pause made its way into the conversation. "I'll help need be, or if anything goes out of line. But you all have to trust Oliver. He knows Skylar, and he is the only hope that we have of saving her." Solar Flare's words made Oliver's knees turn to mush, and it took all of his might not to fall to the floor right then and there. Instead he slowly edged his way towards Skylar's side.
"Good luck."
"Mhmm."
With one last glimpse at Oliver's pale face, Solar Flare turned away and left the room, letting the door shut softly behind her.
-x-
It was only a step out of the E.R when Solar Flare's ears caught a bloodcurdling scream echo down the hall of the hospital. She raced towards the sound, it's pain felt stronger with each nearing step. The fears that Solar Flare had tried to hide began to come to life, when she realized the cries of pain were from Alan's room.
Solar Flare pushed the door open without a second thought in her mind, the knob slamming hard into the wall, sending a harsh crackle into the room. But the opening of the door was practically soundless under Alan's screams of pain. Solar Flare's eyes widened at the sight that laid in front of her. Horace barely recovered over his own injuries, was sitting besides Alan's bed, holding the boy down while he thrashed in pain.
"Horace,..What are you doing here?" Solar Flare questioned, he was supposed to be resting. Alan's screamed answered her question instead and he jolted up in the bed, his eyes wide. She ran to Horace's side, grabbing hold of Alan's left arm, Tears streamed down the boy's cheeks, and his arms felt much too warm to be called Flare was about to question Horace more, but her eyes caught his sad and fearful stare at Alan's pained form, fighting for his life. She saw him holding back his own pain, as so not to hurt his nephew when he could still tell the difference between a reality and a dream.
"I...I...I CAN'T!"
Alan's hands ripped from the grasp of his uncle and friend, but instead of all panic and chaos beginning, a breath hitched abruptly in his throat. His lungs burned, everything inside of him burned, and he was melting from within. Alan's hand was shaky, unstable as he held a death grip on the nearest hold next to him. Horace took hold of his nephew's hand, gripping his nephew's hand just as hard. It was only moments later, when everything seemed to stop. The shaking was over, the fire lapping within the pits of his stomach were no longer felt. That is, a numb pain lingered within his bones, and near his chest a warm heat emanated, not an ice cold torture. His ears had block out everything that was left to hear, and before his eyes rolled back within his head, Horace was the last face that he saw.
-x-
The continuous beep the heart monitor was an endless drone in his ears. Oliver sat silently besides Skylar, her just recovered form, pale and weak from her recent encasement in ice. As Skylar laid silently besides him, Oliver couldn't help thinking that everything was all Kaz's fault. Despite the pain that had now taken overcharge too much of his body, anger would always find its way into his cold veins, and heat them up with ferocious thoughts. Oliver slouched into the hard chair, thoughts always tiring him out to some degree.
Oliver heaved a heavy sigh, eyes locking with the faded tiles of the floor. His chest ached, and there a frozen ball of ice was placed. It laid heavily on his beeping heart, making his sadness all the more vivid. He was tired, worn out. Everything was just too much for some normo like him to handle.
Especially, when you must handle it all alone.
A sad tear trickled down his cheek, and Oliver let it run free. For now, all he could possibly do was cry. He hated it. Hated how it was all practically hopeless, how everything was being destroyed with no way of prevention. Harshly the tear was wiped away, Oliver's hand coming down hard on his lap. But his harsh actions only caused more tears to rush out of his unguarded eyes and with the thought of losing his best friend finally settling on him, Oliver closed his eyes and cried.