Silent gray tears streak his face as he sits at his brothers bedside worrying over what would happen if he didn't make it.
Who would he prank with?
Who would he steal with?
Who would he fight with?
Who would he play with?
If his brother died, would he die too?
That last one was a good question because they shared everything,
So shouldn't they share death too?
He thinks about it for a moment then finds his answer.
If they shared everything, why couldn't they have shared the surprise attack as well?
He may want to die, but he wouldn't because he couldn't.
Just like he couldn't share his brother's injuries.
He hadn't moved for days, but he didn't think he could even if he wanted to.
Everyone was worried over his well-being because of it, but what about his brother's?
His brother who did everything with him.
His brother who shared-
His humor.
His hair.
His eyes.
His Smile.
His ideas.
His problems.
He was his other half and all because of some stupid monster he didn't know if he'd ever be whole again.
This was one of the only times he had ever hated being a child of Hermes.
Hermes was great god, but he wasn't great at any one thing.
That made his children the same way, and right now he really wanted to be better at healing, instead of being 'just great'.
He blinked his eyes long and hard to clear them, but they flew open when someone grabbed the hand he had fisted in his brother's sheets.
He saw his brother grin at him. It was tired and battered, but it was there.
He was tired and battered, but he was there.
The elder tackled the younger in a hug and shouted for him to never scare him like that again.
Grey turned to yellow as a final thought circled through both of their heads.
"I thought you were going to leave me"