Chapter Eighteen---Interrupted
Please don't go just yet, can you stay a moment please?
We can dance together, we can dance forever...
Close your eyes, but don't dream too deep and
Please pass me some memories...
Oh you mean so much to me...
The song filtered through the hosiptal like a death sentence. Riku listened to the soft beat as his heart broke with each line, begging God or whoever was out there to please save his brother. Zexion hadn't done anything to ever deserve this. It wasn't fair. Zexion was only 16, he needed more then a moment to live, more then the hell he'd been through.
It wasn't fair.
Sephiroth sat in the chair farthest away from the group, watching the others cry as they waited for good news. But Sephiroth had only stared at the floor, something amiss about the whole situation. Maybe it was his guilt speaking. The guilt he felt for never being there and never being able to save the boys. That's what parents did. Good parents anyways. They saved their kids, they protected them from all the bad things and the were always there.
Sephiroth was not, however, a good parent and this is what happened to bad parents. They lost their kids because they couldn't protect them and God took them away. A scowl overtook his handsome features.
God had nothing to do with this. He hated it when people blamed God for the bad things that happened. God didn't take children because they had bad parents. He didn't. God wasn't that cruel.
But suddenly a light went off in Spehiroth's head. God didn't take children, but bad parents did.
"Mr. Prelude, can you hear me?" The voice was hazy and far away as Zexion's weary eyes tried to focus on the woman next to him. It vaguely occured to Zexion that they only called you Mister when you or someone you knew was dead or dying.
"I'm going to giving something for the pain, ok? This may sting." The nurse readied her syringe and injected the boy with pain killers. A distant idea of panic coursed through Zexion but soon he was sleeping, nightmares about the cinnamon eyed nurse plaguing his dreams.
The group waiting for Zexion was solemn and very obviously expected the worst. Tiffa smiled as she approached them.
"Zexion's going to be just fine. He'll have to stay here for a while until most of his injuries heal, but he's going to be alright." Sora threw his arms around his mother, suffocating her with his relief as Riku sighed heavily, thanking whoever had granted his wish.
But the nagging feeling of familiarity and suspicion surrounding the buxom nurse refused to go away but Riku couldn't place his finger on what was wrong with this picture. He shrugged it off, turning to the gorup only to find Sora gone and Axel asleep on Cloud's lap while the blonde stared at the ceiling, seemingly oblivious. And one last thought claimed Riku before he too, slept to the sounds of a new song.
Just when things started getting better, they always got worse.
You, the walking wounded,
You, the walking victim
I pitied what you were, now I'll leave you
Pale and wounded...
Left you drowning on the floor
Barely walking wounded...
barely walking wounded
Wounds that should have healed.
A.n: oooohhhh mystery!!! I'm SOOO SORRY!!!!! This should have been up DAYS ago but f$#$ wouldn't let me upload!!! Don't kill me!!!!!
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