Wow…I haven't updated in awhile.
But last night before I fell asleep, I got this new idea for this chapter. Thought I'd post it up. But I have two things to tell you…#1. It'll be a nice surprise #2. Please don't kill me :)
Enjoy…
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Zigzag made a slight whimper. He could have easily guessed that it had been over 3 hours, just waiting and listening for any sign of person (or non-human) life. Though it had never come. He now understood why Squid had been so scared.
When Squid's call for help had disrupted his thoughts and told him where he was, Zigzag comforted him the best he could.
But it was different living it, rather than imagining it.
A sickening weight (which felt like at least 3 bricks) was lying heavily in the pit of his stomach. His skin was cold and clammy, making him shiver yet making him sweat. It was cold, it was hot, but it was so cold. It felt as if ants had gotten inside his brain with big mallets, swinging it with all their might at his temples.
He was sick, light-headed and nauseas. He wanted to throw up, get rid of the heavy pit inside his stomach, although it was impossible.
Zigzag drew his hand slowly up to his forehead and wiped the trickling sweat that was beginning to drip down into the corners of his eyes. He let his eye-lids slowly shut and fell. He expected his back to come in hard contact with the invisible force that was holding up, but it never came.
All he felt was a warm hand on his face—wait, a warm hand?
Zigzag's eyes slid open once again, and met face to face with his mother.
"Mom." He was sure it was going to come out as a yell, but to his surprise, it came out as barely a whisper.
"Ricky…shh. Don't talk." Tears were flowing like small rivers down her cheeks, making her mascara run. A small sob met Zigzag's ear and he looked slightly over to the left where his little sister sat, curled up in a hospital chair.
"…Wha-what 'appened?"
"It's almost time," A doctor pronounced. Another sob, this time louder, came from his sister.
Zigzag's confusion doubled, even though at the moment he couldn't think clearly.
"…Wha'…'appen..ing?"
His mother shook her head softly and began to sing with a shaky voice,
"A gentle breeze from Hushaby Mountain
Softly blows o'er Lullaby bay
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting
Waiting to sail your worries away…"
In Zigzag's somewhat conscious mind, that song immediately triggered his memory. His mother and father used to sing it together before he went to bed. She continued…
"It isn't far to Hushaby Mountain
And your boat waits down by the quay
The winds of night are so softly sighing
Soon they will fly your worries to sea
So close your eyes on Hushaby Mountain
Wave goodbye to the cares of day
And watch your boat from Hushaby Mountain
Sail far away from Lullaby bay
A gentle breeze from Hushaby Mountain
Softly blows 'cross Lullaby bay
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting
Waiting to sail your worries away"
"..M-mum?" Zigzag whispered. He suddenly knew what was to come now. His mother bit her quivering lip and pulled the blankets tighter around her son.
"Mu…um? I-I don't wa…wanna d-die." She looked directly in his eyes and replied softly but firmly,
"You're not going to die…you just…need some sleep."
"Mum…"
"Shh…just sleep. You're tired."
Zigzag's eyes unexpectedly drooped closed, almost as if heavy pounds of weight were keeping them shut. He was getting colder.
But his mom kept singing to him,
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear how much I love you…"
"Mum," Zigzag interrupted her song. She looked into his eyes before kissing him on his forehead and continued singing,
"Please don't take my sunshine away."
Zigzag opened his eyes, only to close them once again. This was it.
His mom stopped singing; his sister stopped crying…silence.
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Ahh, so terribly sorry for taking Zigzag away like that (told you it'd be a surprise). Only one more chapter to go! Woo!
Oh, yeah and the lullaby's used in here are:
The first one: Hushaby Mountain
The second one: You are my Sunshine
(both by Richard M. and Robert B. Sherman)