Well, I'm back with another chapter for Victor's life, and another scene in his OOC present
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Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Trauma Center
"Mommy, when are we arriving?" The woman laughed at her son's impatience
"Just a few more minutes, dear"
"But you said so hours ago!" she shrugged
"Don't worry... We'll be home in a few minutes, I promise"
"Okaaay..."
Little Victor looked at his brother. Of only six months of life, the infant was sleeping all day, and that, in Victor's opinion, wasn't funny at all.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Why is Tyler sleeping? It's daytime"
"Because babies need to sleep a lot when they're little. When he grows up a little more, he'll be awake during daytime and you'll play with him"
"Okay..."
Victor looked outside the window. There were a lot of cars, and he started to count them. He was a big boy now, he could count up to one thousand and knew how to do maths!
Then everything was confuse, and he wouldn't remember anything about what happened except for him embracing his little brother and his mother screaming. There was something red, giant and hot, that moved at its own will... He felt his mother's arms around him, pulling him out of the car, but he refused to let go of Tyler.
"I still haven't unlocked Tyler's belt, wait, mommy!"
"Victor! Tyler! Get outta there please! Please, help, someone! My babies!"
"I'm here! Mommy, I'm here!" she reached for him, taking him out. Miraculously Victor had managed to get his brother out, though the baby seemed unresponsive. Too much smoke, maybe? Was he burnt? Victor never knew, as some men in white coats took him out of his arms quickly. He wasn't hurt, another miracle, just his hand, as his brother's seatbelt was made of metal and was hot. The doctors took his mother in an ambulance, too, but he couldn't see his father.
"Daddy! Daddy, where are you! Daddy, mommy and Tyler are okay with the doctors, where are you?" Victor barely noticed how people around him looked at him with pity and sorrow in their eyes. A nurse touched his shoulder.
"Kiddo... over there" Victor looked at his father's figure. His coat was burning, and he ran to take it off of him. He managed to do so but a fireman splashed him with water.
"Are ya nuts, kid? Ya'll hurt ya'self!"
"Is my daddy okay, mister! Why is he sleeping?" his face changed
"Oh, man... This is your father?"
"Yes, sir!" he grasped the lab coat with more force.
"I... I'm sorry, kid. You're not going to wake him up. He's... he's dead, kid" Victor blinked.
"Dead? What does that mean?"
"It means your daddy's soul is up there in Heaven, but you can't talk to him again until you're dead too"
"And how do I get 'dead'?" the nurse approached him again.
"You can't. You will die one day, when you're older. For now the best you can do is take care of yourself so you don't get hurt and he's not worried there in Heaven, okay?"
"Is my daddy a ghost now?" he was too little to understand it, but he started to realize that he wasn't going to see his father again "Is he?"
"Y-yeah, more or less. But he's a good ghost and takes care of you even though you can't see him anymore" Victor kneeled beside his father, some tears in his eyes.
"I miss you daddy... Come back..."
"He can't, kid. He can't come back." Victor sniffed
"And I can't go visit him?" the nurse shook her head no "Oh..."
"But your daddy will be happy if you live your life anyway, kid... what's your name?"
"Victor..."
"Well then, Victor, why don't we go see if your mother and brother? Your daddy will be fine, and I'm sure your mom wants to see you too"
"Will I see him again?"
"Maybe. But he won't talk or move again, Victor" he nodded
"I know, ghosts can't move real things"
"That's right. Let's go"
"Just one thing" he picked up the soaked lab coat and smiled "I'll take care of your favourite coat, daddy. I promise I won't get it dirty!" the nurse wiped some tears of her face. Poor kid "Let's go"
[…]
"Victor!" as soon as the kid heard his mother's scream, he ran in her direction until he collided with her legs. She embraced him "Victor!"
"Mommy! Daddy is dead, mommy!" she nodded, crying, and held her son to her chest.
"I know, honey... But thanks God you're okay..."
"Where's Tyler, mom?" she hugged him tighter and shook her head.
"I don't know, baby, the doctors are trying to make him get better but he has trouble breathing..."
"But he'll be okay, right, mom?" she shrugged
"I don't know, Vic. I'm sorry. How are you?" he smiled
"That kind nurse put these bandages on my hand, look! Aren't they cool?"
"Yes, they are! Does your hand hurt, honey?" he shook his head.
"Just a little, when I grab things with it" she nodded "What happened to you, mommy?"
"Oh, I got pieces of glass in my arm, shoulder and back, but the doctors took them out. Now I just have some bad cuts" Victor nodded
"Then you're going to be okay?" she nodded "Okay"
Everything seemed to be so calm now, as if time passed slower and slower. Little Victor fell asleep on his mother's lap after a few hours, as she caressed his dark purple bangs out of his face. They could only wait.
[…]
"Victor... Victor, wake up, sweetie..."
"Mng... What?" he rubbed his eyes. Little Victor didn't like it when someone waked him.
"We... have to go. Home" he looked at his mother
"Why are you crying, mommy? What's wrong?"
"Victor..."
"And we can't go home yet, mom! We have to find Tyler first! Did you forget?"
"Tyler... He... He's not coming home with us, Victor"
"Huh? Why not? But the doctors were going to make him get better!"
"Yes, but... But they couldn't, honey, and Tyler..."
"Where's Tyler, mom?" she pointed to a door at his right and he ran there
"Wait, Victor!"
But he was already inside the room, all the doctors looking at him with sorrow. He climbed to the bed with a chair and tried to shake the baby awake.
"C'mon, Ty! I want to go home, okay! Come on!"
"Victor!" his mother tried to make him get down of there, but she couldn't do it with just one arm "Tyler's not going to wake up, Victor! He's dead! Leave him!"
"Dead?" little Victor stopped and looked at his mother, his eyes wide "Like daddy?"
"Y-yes..." his mother nodded, tears falling down her face again.
"But mommy!" he seemed horrified "Now we can't know what kind of ghost he is!"
"K-kind...? he raised his hands, desperate.
"Yes! He hadn't done anything yet, how do we know if he's a good ghost or a bad ghost? He still hadn't done anything, nor good, nor bad!"
The poor woman couldn't stop herself from shaking and finally, collapsing to the floor, hiding her tears behind her hands. Victor started to get scared. He quickly climbed down to the floor and embraced his mother.
"Mommy, mommy! What's wrong? Don't die too, mommy!" she embraced him too, crying loudly, and shook her head.
"Don't w-worry, Victor... M-mommy i-is n-not dying..."
"Then what happens?"
"Mom is sad, Victor. Because... we won't be seeing daddy or Tyler again. Never"
"But they're ghosts, mom! They will be with us though we want see them!" she nodded
"Thank you, honey... I'm sure dad would be so proud of you right now"
"Y-you think so?" his face lit up and she smiled
"Yes. Take care of his coat for me, alright?" he nodded
"Yes, mom!"
[…]
When they finally got home, Victor yawned.
"Can we go to sleep now?" his mother laughed, and nodded
"Yes. You have classes tomorrow, and I have to go to work"
And so Victor got into bed, not before hanging his father's coat to dry.
Next morning, Victor awoke earlier than usual, and got up silently. Determined, he tiptoed to the kitchen and arranged everything for breakfast. He had helped his dad lots of times, so I couldn't be that difficult.
While he poured coffee on a cup and brought it to his mother's bedroom, he wondered if she'd still be sad. He was sad, too. He missed daddy, and Tyler, though Tyler spent all the time sleeping, but he still missed him. But mommy seemed to miss him more, so he made a mental note of not talking about them in her presence. He knocked the door and waited.
"Ethan...?" he shivered "Is that you...?" her voice sounded sleepy and cracked. Victor sniffed.
"No, mommy, it's me"
"O-oh. G-get in, dear." and so he did. She tried to smile a little "Hello, Victor. You're up early today, aren't you?"
"Yes. I made breakfast!" he smiled, trying to cheer her up. She blinked.
"Did you now? That's great! But why...?"
"Daddy taught me. Here, I brought you your coffee. Do you want cookies, mommy?"
"Y-you... you made coffee?" she took it "B-but you're five! You can't do that, it's dangerous!" he giggled.
"I used to do it with daddy. Do you like it?" she tried it, and smiled
"Yes, it's very good, but you still can't do it. I'll do it from now on, okay?"
"But daddy would have liked it if I took care of you, do I have to make breakfast for the family!" he tried to protest. She looked away.
"But he wouldn't be happy if you hurt yourself, would he?"
"But I will take care of you, I say!" she smiled
"Of course you will, honey. Now, let's have breakfast, okay?"
They went back to the kitchen, where Victor started to happily babble about random things.
"Did you know, mom, that coffee dissolves itself better in hot water than cold water because hot water molecules move more and break coffee molecules?" she blinked.
"Really?" he frowned
"Daddy said something like that, yes" he seemed concentrated "Yeah, more or less..."
"What kind of dad tells those things to his five-year-old son?" she muttered under her breath. Then she gasped, surprised "And what kind of five-year-old actually remembers that?"
"What happened, mom?" she smiled
"N-nothing, I just burnt my tongue"
"Mommy, did you know that when something hurts is because your nerves send electricity to your brain?" she smiled.
"Oh, yeah? But, Victor, finish your breakfast or you'll be late for school"
"Yes, mommy"
His mother sighed. The kid didn't seem to notice the importance of what had happened the day before, or maybe he tried to mask it by occupying his mind on any other thing, but there was something clear: Victor wasn't a normal kid.
Victor's POV
"Since then, my mother always tried to help me learn more and explore my whole potential. On her part, it was mostly to help herself get out of depression. She had just lost her husband and her baby son. It's just normal for the human mind to want distractions from what it's hurting you. On my part, I have to say that, back then my only motivation was to make her happy. My father loved her, you now. And I wanted to love her enough to make it up for his absence"
I didn't look up for a few minutes remembering. I'd always had good memory, but even with it, those were memories from twenty-three years ago. They were way more faded than others, more recent… Fortunately, she spoke before I started to dwell too much on them.
"I-I'm sorry, Victor… Really, I… I understand, now"
"Tsk." I smirked "No, you don't"
"W-what?" I thought about it for a second. Was it worth it? She probably didn't give a damn about it, after all, she hadn't asked for it… "Victor!" I looked at her and she tch'd. Making use of her unique talent to read my mind, she immediately demanded "Tell me Victor. You said you would!" I sighed.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever"
"You now I'll pester you until you tell me" she threatened.
"You wouldn't"
"Is that a challenge?"
"No, it's a fact. You wouldn't. Not unless you want me accidentally spilling chlorhydric acid on you,, while you 'don't wear your lab coat in my lab anymore'" she blinked, and then burst out laughing
"Was that...? That was a joke!" tsk
"Stop laughing dammit!" she looked at me, still giggling, her eyes shining with amusement "It was not a fucking joke!" she burst out laughing again and I started to feel very, very frustrated "Very well! You can go and kiss my ass for all I care! I'm going to eat something. You know where the door is" I got up, frustrated, and mildly embarrassed. I walked to the kitchen, thinking about what could I make for dinner and she followed me, trying to stop her own laughter.
"Oh, c'mon, Victor! You know I wouldn't mind kissing your ass but" laughter attacked her again probably after seeing my face when she said that. I was positive I was blushing "but! You promised you'd tell me!"
I turned around to see her, crossing my arms over my chest, but what I found wasn't what I had expected. She was still wearing my blanket, and it barely covered her mid thighs. She looked somewhat tinier inside of that. And then… nothing. It was as if she weren't wearing a skirt. Her pale legs looked impossibly long under the blanket and with those high heels on her feet. Her hair disheveled, her face flushed and her red lips parted panting for air. It was impossible to get mad at her. She smiled.
"Victor…?" I quickly thought back to what she had just said
"I was just trying to remember when did I promise such thing" she giggled
"Okaaaay… You didn't, but you said it" I nodded
"Alright, then stay quiet or I'll lose track… Wait, are you hungry?"
"Are you going to cook? At this hour?" I looked at the kitchen's clock. It read quarter to eleven. I shrugged.
"I'll make something quick" she looked surprised.
"Okay. Surprise me, Victor" I smirked
"That won't be very difficult"
"Can I help?"
I shrugged.
"Why not? Help me chopping those onions"
She didn't as me again about my memories for a while, not until we were already eating. I smirked when she was, of course, amazed at my cooking skills. Then again I had had to do it for a long time now…
"So, where was I?" she blinked, and then smiled. Quickly swallowing, she answered
"Your mother discovered you were a genius" I nodded and aimed for my glass. Which wasn't there. Huh.
"Oh, damn, I forgot" she arched an eyebrow as I got up and picked up a pair of wineglasses. "Wine?" she blushed a soft shade of pink and nodded
I poured some wine in the glasses and we raised them before realizing that we didn't have a reason to. She shrugged.
"For… us?" I smirked
"Whatever" she shrugged again and touched her glass to mine before sipping a bit of wine "Is it good?"
"Yup"
"Okay. So… that memory was when I was five. The next one I'll tell you is from when I was… eight. I think. Yeah, eight"
"Three years later… okay" she smiled "I won't interrupt you, I promise"
"Ha. We'll see about that" she huffed, and kept eating her pasta, in silence
That was my cue to start talking again, I realized barely a second after.
O-kay!
That was it
I hope the OOCness didn't kill you XD
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