The Mourning After
PG-13
I do not own any of the characters in this story; they all belong to the WB.
Ephram could feel himself being moved, but he didn't know where to. He quickly realized that he was on the couch at his house, with his dad standing beside him. When he was fully aware of everything that was going on, he could feel all the pain rush back into his body. He quickly sat up screaming, but started screaming louder because he did that.
"Whoa, Ephram, son, its okay, you're alright." Andy pulled Ephram into his arms and hugged him, not planning on letting go any time soon.
"No I'm not." Ephram's voice came out in a raspy whisper, which Andy didn't like the sound of, "My head hurts, and so does my back." He pulled away from and lay back down, "I'm, I uh..." Ephram couldn't talk straight; he closed his eyes and held his head, "I'm really, really dizzy, dad."
Andy looked at Ephram and felt tears forming in his eyes, "You're going to be alright, Ephram, I promise."
He reopened his eyes and looked around wildly, "The room is spinning. What's going on, dad? I, I can't see straight...Oh god!" Ephram stood up the best he could, only to fall to the floor again. He tried getting to the bathroom in time, but the kitchen sink was all of a sudden his next option.
Ephram threw up the little lunch he had had, and then tried making his way back to the couch; he didn't make it all the way. His vision was beginning to get blurry, not just things spinning around, but blurry.
"Da...Dad, where are you?" Andy looked over at Ephram and quickly ran to his son's side. Ephram's legs fell limp under him, and he was falling to the ground when Andy got there, just in time to catch him. Ephram's head fell into the pit of Andy's elbow, his eyes where still open, but Ephram didn't say anything or move at all.
"You're going to be okay, Ephram, you're going to be okay." Andy kept repeating that to his son, but he was saying I to make himself feel better. He took Ephram back to the couch, and then went upstairs.
Delia had been standing by the whole time, and when she saw her brother collapse the second time, it scared her more than ever. She walked to her brother's side and just sat on the floor next to him.
After a minute the worry inside of her grew too much for her to bear, she finally just started crying and holding Ephram's hand. "Please be okay, Ephram," She managed to whisper through her tears, "I love you."
******
Ephram had only been asleep for an hour when Andy came downstairs. He looked so helpless, and there was nothing anyone could do to help him. All Andy could do was cover Ephram up with a blanket, and sit next to him until he woke up.
Delia had gone upstairs only minutes before, so it was only Andy and Ephram downstairs. Andy got himself a cover and sat in one of the chairs around the couch. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and slowly fell asleep, praying that his son would be okay.
He didn't want to call the hospital because he didn't know what was wrong, and he knew Ephram hated the place, so, for right now, it was out of the question.
******
Something made Ephram jump awake, but once his eyes were opened, he couldn't remember what. He looked around the room and finally his eyes fell on his father asleep in a chair nearby.
"What is he doing down here?" Ephram whispered to himself, "He should be in his bed, and I should be in mine." Then all of a sudden Ephram remembered what had happened. Surprisingly he wasn't very sore, he had a small headache, and his neck hurt a little, but everything else seemed fine, he wasn't even dizzy anymore.
He stood up and walked into the kitchen to get some water. The second the faucet turned on Andy was awake. He slowly stood up and walked into the kitchen also, "What are you doing?"
Ephram quickly turned around, nearly dropping the glass in his hand, "What? Oh, just getting a glass of water." He smiled at his dad and took a big gulp.
Andy was surprised at the sight of his son even standing, but he controlled the temptation to ask why he was up, "So how are you feeling?" that was all he could get out.
"I'm feeling pretty good considering I fell halfway down the stairs." Ephram walked over to the table and sat down.
"Could you be more specific?"
"I have a little headache still, and my neck is sore, but other than that I'm fine." Ephram quickly stood back up, not wanting to talk about that right then, and walked out of the room.
"Ephram," Andy chased him to the bottom of the stairs where he had stopped, "...I'm," he had to think of what to say, "I'm glad you're okay. Now go get some sleep, you have school tomorrow." Ephram rolled his eyes, smiled, and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.
******
Ephram lay down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking.
'What happened to me earlier today? Why did I pass out twice?' he couldn't figure out why he had felt so horrible then and felt fine now. He just thought it was because of all the stress that had been put on him lately, and so he left the thought alone.
Ephram turned on his alarm, rolled over in bed, covered himself up, and fell asleep. If only doing that could have prepared him for the day to come, maybe he would have wound up on the good side of things, but it didn't, and neither did he. * * * Chapter 5: Saving Amy, coming soon.
PG-13
I do not own any of the characters in this story; they all belong to the WB.
Ephram could feel himself being moved, but he didn't know where to. He quickly realized that he was on the couch at his house, with his dad standing beside him. When he was fully aware of everything that was going on, he could feel all the pain rush back into his body. He quickly sat up screaming, but started screaming louder because he did that.
"Whoa, Ephram, son, its okay, you're alright." Andy pulled Ephram into his arms and hugged him, not planning on letting go any time soon.
"No I'm not." Ephram's voice came out in a raspy whisper, which Andy didn't like the sound of, "My head hurts, and so does my back." He pulled away from and lay back down, "I'm, I uh..." Ephram couldn't talk straight; he closed his eyes and held his head, "I'm really, really dizzy, dad."
Andy looked at Ephram and felt tears forming in his eyes, "You're going to be alright, Ephram, I promise."
He reopened his eyes and looked around wildly, "The room is spinning. What's going on, dad? I, I can't see straight...Oh god!" Ephram stood up the best he could, only to fall to the floor again. He tried getting to the bathroom in time, but the kitchen sink was all of a sudden his next option.
Ephram threw up the little lunch he had had, and then tried making his way back to the couch; he didn't make it all the way. His vision was beginning to get blurry, not just things spinning around, but blurry.
"Da...Dad, where are you?" Andy looked over at Ephram and quickly ran to his son's side. Ephram's legs fell limp under him, and he was falling to the ground when Andy got there, just in time to catch him. Ephram's head fell into the pit of Andy's elbow, his eyes where still open, but Ephram didn't say anything or move at all.
"You're going to be okay, Ephram, you're going to be okay." Andy kept repeating that to his son, but he was saying I to make himself feel better. He took Ephram back to the couch, and then went upstairs.
Delia had been standing by the whole time, and when she saw her brother collapse the second time, it scared her more than ever. She walked to her brother's side and just sat on the floor next to him.
After a minute the worry inside of her grew too much for her to bear, she finally just started crying and holding Ephram's hand. "Please be okay, Ephram," She managed to whisper through her tears, "I love you."
******
Ephram had only been asleep for an hour when Andy came downstairs. He looked so helpless, and there was nothing anyone could do to help him. All Andy could do was cover Ephram up with a blanket, and sit next to him until he woke up.
Delia had gone upstairs only minutes before, so it was only Andy and Ephram downstairs. Andy got himself a cover and sat in one of the chairs around the couch. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and slowly fell asleep, praying that his son would be okay.
He didn't want to call the hospital because he didn't know what was wrong, and he knew Ephram hated the place, so, for right now, it was out of the question.
******
Something made Ephram jump awake, but once his eyes were opened, he couldn't remember what. He looked around the room and finally his eyes fell on his father asleep in a chair nearby.
"What is he doing down here?" Ephram whispered to himself, "He should be in his bed, and I should be in mine." Then all of a sudden Ephram remembered what had happened. Surprisingly he wasn't very sore, he had a small headache, and his neck hurt a little, but everything else seemed fine, he wasn't even dizzy anymore.
He stood up and walked into the kitchen to get some water. The second the faucet turned on Andy was awake. He slowly stood up and walked into the kitchen also, "What are you doing?"
Ephram quickly turned around, nearly dropping the glass in his hand, "What? Oh, just getting a glass of water." He smiled at his dad and took a big gulp.
Andy was surprised at the sight of his son even standing, but he controlled the temptation to ask why he was up, "So how are you feeling?" that was all he could get out.
"I'm feeling pretty good considering I fell halfway down the stairs." Ephram walked over to the table and sat down.
"Could you be more specific?"
"I have a little headache still, and my neck is sore, but other than that I'm fine." Ephram quickly stood back up, not wanting to talk about that right then, and walked out of the room.
"Ephram," Andy chased him to the bottom of the stairs where he had stopped, "...I'm," he had to think of what to say, "I'm glad you're okay. Now go get some sleep, you have school tomorrow." Ephram rolled his eyes, smiled, and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.
******
Ephram lay down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking.
'What happened to me earlier today? Why did I pass out twice?' he couldn't figure out why he had felt so horrible then and felt fine now. He just thought it was because of all the stress that had been put on him lately, and so he left the thought alone.
Ephram turned on his alarm, rolled over in bed, covered himself up, and fell asleep. If only doing that could have prepared him for the day to come, maybe he would have wound up on the good side of things, but it didn't, and neither did he. * * * Chapter 5: Saving Amy, coming soon.