(sorry with how short this chapter is. I haven't been on for a while, and I'm very busy with school and work and all...)
He was dazed, his eyes were sore from all the crying he had done, and his head throbbed under the lights of the waiting room. HIs father would kill him. He'd kill him for what he did. He bit his lip, breathing heavily and closing his eyes. He sat there, heart pounding still.
He looked up then, hearing his father rush through the door and up to the counter, not even looking around long enough to spot his son there. "I-i-i'm here for Mituna and Thollux? There wath a car athident? What happened? A-a-are they okay?!" he cried, tears rolling down his cheek as he shouted at the woman. She calmed him quickly. "Sir, one of your boys is sitting there, the other is still in surgery." she said softly. His father turned, spotting him then. "T-thollux, oh god..." he rushed to him, scooping the boy into his arms and holding him. "oh god, I'm tho thorry...thith ith all my fault!" he whispered, rocking him.
Sollux, clinging to his father's sweat jacket, let out a sob and buried his face in his father's neck. "i-i-i-i'm thorry dad...ith all mmmmy fault! I-I wath running and I didn't thee the truck a-a-and a-a-and tuna-" "shhhh...shhhh..." he hushed, tears still falling.
"It ithn't your fault. Itth mine...I knew I thould have driven you to thcool...I'm thorry, thon..." he said softly into his son's hair, petting his back gently. "But from now on I will protect you...I'll keep you two thafe...I have to..." he whispered.
The doctor returned a few minutes later, he was taking off gloves which were soaked with blood, and disposed of them. "Is anyone here for a Mituna?" he called. Sollux was the first to come, jumping and running to him. "i-i-ith he okay?! Ith he dead?!" he asked, tears welling in his eyes. The doctor patted his shoulder. "He's alright, he's in one of the rooms as we speak..." he said. "he has a concussion and a few broken ribs, but he's alright..." he said, as the father walked over and stood therewith him. "C...can we thee him?" he asked, soft as he took his boy's hand in his own.
"Of course. Fallow me."
As soon as they entered the room, Sollux bolted to his unconscious brother, laying there with a breathing mask on his mouth and tubes in his nose and arms. Sollux sniffled. "I...I'm thorry mituna...thith ith all my fault..." he whispered, cuddling his brother a little and sobbing quietly. HIs father walked over and lifted him into his arms, sitting beside the bed with his sobbing son.
"He'll be okay, thollux. I promith..."