Chapter 2
Alger helped Carter into his bed, giving him a sedative, Carter mumbled an exhausted apology but Alger wasn't sure to whom it was addressed, as an extra measure of safety he tightened the restraints around his wrists and ankles. This was becoming a terrible routine for Alger, Rohm watched forlornly as the young man twisted in his sleep, uttering soft riddles that only he could decipher.
Alger pulled the blankets up across his trembling form, looking down at the troubled face that now twisted and contorted with bad dreams.
He shut the door silently and stood in the grandeur of the Carter mansion, the hallways seemed to stretch forever and it was a very lonely place to be, now that it was just Carter and the number of staff assigned to his care, but none of them cared as much as Alger; he had been the Carter family driver for over 20 years and he had known Carter since he just before his brother died, he killed him to see the pain and fear that now haunted the once vibrant eyes of the Carter's forgotten son.
"What the hell happened to him?" asked Rohm as they stood outside his door, they could hear the muffled rants even from here.
Alger shook his weary head and looked back in the direction of the door that hid the family secret far from view.
"Too much tragedy, too much for any one man to take in one life," he said sadly, "He's buried too many of his loved ones in ground to be able to think straight. Too much tragedy" he repeated again, shaking his head and walking off leaving the much-confused Rohm to stare at the door, alone with his thoughts.
Carter's hands were grasping at the air, reaching for his ghosts, for flesh that now rotted beneath the soil, deep underground they say, but for him they were always just beneath the surface, crawling under his skin.
"Abby..." he murmured, the sound of metal hitting metal breaking the troubled silence.
"I'm sorry."
A/N: Very short, I know. Sorry, but the fic is quite long, so there be lots of little amounts.