Well this one's done in a rush, so I'm sorry it's so short. But I hope you'll like it. AS usual this gal doesn't own a damn thing and if the bell wasn't about to go this'd be longer. Hope you like it.
Victor Bennett pulled into the manor's driveway, killed the engine and climbed out of his rental car. He had a feeling that although none of the other vehicles were there yet, some one was inside.
Blue sparkling orbs illuminated the living room as they dissipated they left behind two brothers, the elder of the two was carrying his little brother in his arms. Gently Wyatt lay his brother down on the couch, he raised his hands over Chris' limp body, after a minute or two of trying; the warm golden glow began to spread between them. Slowly he moved his hands from his head to his feet not taking any chances; he wanted to make sure every part of Chris was healed. When he'd finished Wyatt pulled Chris' boots off and covered him with a blanket.
"Sleep tight little bro." He sighed softly, "I'll be back in a minute."
Walking into the kitchen Wyatt felt around for the light switch upon finding it the kitchen was illuminated momentarily blinding him. Noticing the blue bowl on the bench he waved his hand and orbed it into the sink and telekinetically turned the hot and cold taps on. He could hear his mother's voice ringing in his head 'don't use magic for personal gain Wyatt.'
"Screw the rules," he muttered, "They didn't save mother and they almost killed Chris. I make the rules from now on."
Grabbing the bowl and wash cloth he walked back to his brother, the fourteen year old was crying out in his sleep, what he was saying broke the sixteen year old's heart.
"No mum, Dad and Wy'll come. They have to. Dad won't let you die, neither will Wyatt. No, I'm okay, the arrows barely got me. Just a scratch, promise." Wyatt began to cry as his brother continued, "Listen don't go to sleep, don't you dare. You'll be fine," Like always Chris was trying to make sure that everyone else was okay before worrying about himself, "don't go mum. I,I love you. I need you here." Both brothers were sobbing loudly, Wyatt was sitting on the table when Chris finished speaking, "I promise I'll look after Wy, I promise. Don't worry you can go to sleep now, I'm okay and I love you. Wy's the only one who cares about me. I'll make sure his okay."
There was a soft knock at the door, Wyatt moved over to Chris, kissed him on the forehead and whispered,
"And I promise I'll do the same for you."
