AN: Hey guys, thanks again to anyone who reviewed/will review or followed. You guys are awesome! This chapter is a bit long and after today they'll probably start coming out quiet a bit more slowly. Though if I get a few more reviews or something it would probably motivate me more because I know people actually want me to write this
xD it's probably not that great but unless people think it's terrible I'd like to continue it.
After leaving and quietly shutting the door behind him Mako walked down the hall to Bolins messy room.
The walls were the same shade of nasty yellow as the rest of the inside of the house. The only difference was that they were covered with posters of famous boxers and various video games. A few postcards from old friends were tacked up as well. Half of the blankets on the bed were thrown partially on the floor and a very small inexpensive TV sat to Mako's left.
Moving to the dresser he flipped a few of drawers open, searching for Bolins usual blue and white striped pajamas. Looking through them quickly as to try and avoid violating his brothers privacy too much, his eyes glanced across a picture of them and their parents and he stopped. It was their family before the car accident, sitting right on top of the exact pair of pajamas he had been looking for. He stared at it. Mako had hidden away all memory of their parents not long after the incident; it was simply to painful to see every day. It was weird for him to look at this photo. They had gone fishing and Bolin was struggling to hold a fish half his size, while Mako and their parents laughed. They were so young. Bolin was about four while he was around seven. That meant this was less than a year from the car wreck. He also realized this was about two years before they got Pabu as a seven week old puppy. The poor thing had been hiding on their grandparents porch as rain poured outide when Bolin and he had been living with them. Its slightly curly grey fur had been soaked and the puppy was shaking violently from the cold.
They took him in and Bolin was the one to name him Pabu; after a made up character in a story their dad used to tell them.
Mako hadn't realized it until a tear dripped down his face, that he had been on the verge of crying while looking at the picture. Which was strange as he usually refused to shed so much as this tear. He was smiling at the same time though. These were good memories. Wiping his eye he picked up the pajamas along with some underwear (not something he had wanted to touch, ever) and put the picture back in the drawer.
Leaving the room and shutting the door behind him, Mako walked into the kitchen after placing the clothes outside the bathroom door and yelling to let Bolin know they were there. He had decided to make him some food before he got out of the shower. He hoped his brother was okay in there and had at least calmed down a bit.
Mako was dying to find out what happened but he knew better than to start asking questions when he was in such a fragile state.
Even if he refused to eat it would still be good to give him the option. He made Bolins favorite: an omelet with slices of hot dog inside, and ketchup (Mako could never understand the hot dog part, but Bolin loved it).
He placed a plate over it too keep the food warm while he ate a peanut butter and honey sandwich.
Once that was finished he searched around under the counters until he found the gauze and badages. They left them in there instead of the first aid kit because Bolin had a habit of cutting himself when trying to help Mako cook.
The food had just began to cool when he heard the water turn off and the door open as the clothes were grabbed.
A minute later a cleaner, but still ravaged looking Bolin walked into the kitchen.
"What's that smell?"
"Just a bit of food, I made some incase you were hungry."
As soon as he said that Bolin realized that Mako was right, he was starving. He had missed dinner and ate only a small lunch, which was many hours ago.
"Oh, thanks... What time is it?"
"Almost one."
"AM? Wow. I didn't realize..."
"Its okay, you're home now and you're safe, who cares what time it is."
"But you have work tomorrow." He looked down, feeling guilty that he made his brother worry so much.
Just remembering that Mako felt a bit of dread form in the pit of his stomach. He was not looking forward to waking up in four hours.
He didn't want to let let Bolin know how he felt though. So he shrugged and said,
"Its alright man, I got plenty of sleep yesterday." That was a lie. In fact he was up most of the night talking to his girlfriend on the phone and planning their next date.
"Okay... Sorry though, I didn't mean to freak you out. So uh, what did you make?" The green eyed brother asked quietly.
"Your favorite omelet... Ah shit I forgot you liked it with easy-Mac on the side. Sorry man."
His eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't had that in forever, and for a moment he forgot that he was sad.
"Really? Jeez you didn't have to, but whoa thanks! It'll be just as delicious without the Mac."
Mako was glad to see his brothers face light up for a moment. It was much better than how he looked before.
Glancing at his arm he quickly stopped him, and made him wait while he wrapped the gauze, along with some antibacterial cream on his arm, and put a few large bandaides on his knees. At least this way he wouldn't hurt himself more or bleed on anything.
After that he handed the plate to him he watched with some amusement, as Bolin shoveled the food into his mouth as fast as he could, barely taking the time to dip it in ketchup.
About halfway through the plate he slowed down, actually taking time to breath and asked,
"So uh, what were you doing when I was gone?"
"Worrying."
"Well besides that."
"I spent some time looking for you and Pabu, but then when I couldn't find you I-" he stopped when he saw Bolins face at the mention of Pabu. He put down the spoon down as he spaced off looking at his half empty plate.
"Sorry Bolin I-"
"No its fine. I'm just- I'm not really hungry anymore I guess." He stood before slumping out of the kitchen to his room.
Angry at himself for mentioning the animal Mako rubbed his eyes.
"Damnit." he muttered
Sighing he grabbed Bolins plate and wrapped tin foil around it before sticking it in the fridge.
Heading to his own room he shut the door behind him. Taking off his shirt, he was about ready to throw it in the hamper when he saw the dark stains on the blue fabric near the bottom.
He was confused for a moment until he remembered Bolin falling into him, while holding Pabu when he first got home. He figured Bolin must have been too out of it to point out the blood. That wasn't very sanitary though, especially since he was cooking.
Oh damnit, thinking of the dog had remined him; Pabu was still by the bathroom.
He left his room with a sigh, taking his shirt with him. Walking past the deceased animal he filled the sink with water and put his shirt in it to soak, hoping the blood wouldn't stain his favorite article of clothing too badly.
Turning back he stared at the towel-wrapped animal. Now what was he going to do? Bolin would probably want to bury Pabu in the backyard or something, it'd most likely end up stinking by the morning though.
He rubbed his eyes. Taking the animal he grabbed several more towels and wrapped them around it. He figured he could put it in the tub with a few ice bags, after he took a shower and got this blood off him that is.