A/N- Hello. Just a little chapter
They found him, nestled in his dead mother's arms.
It should have horrified him that her heart didn't beat, her body void of breath, not even her presence lingered. He may as well had been tucked under a blanket.
She was an inanimate object with cold-stale arms, a shell that imitated his mother, and that seemed to be enough.
They came in so abruptly, but he didn't move a muscle, he couldn't even if he wanted to.
He recalled feeling so weak and sick. The team that came in reported that there was dried up vomit, blood and brain matter all around the area where he and his mother lay.
"O-o-over here!"
He remembered someone coughing out between retching and coughing. A staticky voice from a radio replied, "Is it the boy?"
"Yeah, it's not looking good. Seems we have a casualty—possible wounded. Get the med-nin in here." A woman replied quietly, boots crushed the dusty ground and then came an eruption of light. His eyeballs pinched painfully away from the light, white pieces of dust causing him to shrink away. Cool fingers pried one eye-lid open and then another.
His eyelids felt raw, heavy and scratchy over his eyeball. "Hello dear, can you hear me." The female asks, continuing her ministrations, cool knuckles pressed against his heated forehead and though he swallowed—it hardly felt like a single droplet had gone down his gullet.
Instead, he burst into a fit of throat numbing coughs.
"Shit.." The woman hissed and began to unwind him from his dead mother. His body lurched of its own volition, as though someone was trying to drag him from the safety of his bed and into the wilderness.
"No—o!" He screamed, latching on to the stiff corps with all the strength he could muster and for a moment he thought he could feel her—holding him back.
The woman seemed quite agitated with his irrational actions. He could feel her firm grip beneath his underarms, trying to drag him away.
"We just want to make sure you're alright, please allow me check you and then we can check on mom. Ok." The woman insisted, in a painted voice that didn't calm his hysteria one bit.
Lies...Lies!
The breath couldn't get out of his nose and mouth fast enough, and because of this he continued with the frame shattering cough. A cry was trapped in his throat and he could hardly get out another word. His body kept shaking with grief, it did that for so long—his body tensed with pain.
And then, through his throat burned he yelled,
"Kaasannn!"
He was screaming his head off, stirring up a headache. Maybe if he screamed enough, she'd come, like she always had. It was so stupid and yet he couldn't help it. "Kaasan!"
He kept saying it, like a spell he desperately clung to in his time of need.
Only all the magic seemed to have died out, forever.