Thought I'd give ya'll another chapter now when it's New Years Eve and all that. So here you go, a Nathan based chapter.
"Hello, Nathan. Please sit down." The doctor smiled warmly at him. He just stood there, staring at him, chewing anxiously on his lower lip.
"I... I just wanted... She had no right to interrupt me." He finally said, studying the wall behind Dr. Stewart.
"You know you're not supposed to harm yourself, love." She let out a soft sigh, patting the bed next to her seat. "Please, sit down. You're bleeding."
"I want to go to my room." He mumbled, glancing down at his hand.
"Do you know why you hurt yourself?" Her voice was annoying calm, and caring. He hated the nurses, and the doctors.
"I.. Maybe.. If it happens slow, then maybe I'll die." His words came out as a whisper, forcing the tears to remain un-cried.
"Would you like to explain that further?" She patted the seat again, and he slowly stumbled over, sitting down on the bed. Dr. Stewart got out of her seat to grab bandages and a scissor.
"Can't you just do this in silence?" He frowned, rolling his eyes. Didn't want to talk about it.
"Where do you have Jamie then? I hardly ever see you not talking to him these days."
"He doesn't like doctors."
"And why's that? I wouldn't hurt a fly, you know that."
"When he was seven, they pulled out the wrong tooth, and ever since he hates them. I can hardly blame him." He frowned at the memory of that day, all those years ago.
"Dentists pull teeth out, not doctors like us."
"It's practically the same thing." Nathan rolled his eyes, biting down his lip as she started to clean the wound.
"What did you use this time?" She sighed, shaking her head as she glanced up at him. The wound looked terrible. Not that deep, but it was filled with dirt. It took him a few seconds of thought before opening his mouth again to answer her.
"A stick..." He mumbled, not daring to look at her. "From the garden."
"Are we supposed to not even let you out in the garden? That's really dangerous, Nathan. Not that harming yourself in any way isn't, but that's extremely dangerous. Don't ever do that again. Come talk to me instead." She sighed, as she wrapped the bandages around the somewhat clean wound. "What is it you think will happen if you hurt yourself? How will it help you?"
Nathan looked at the bandage for a few minutes, not sure wether to speak or not. The cocky shell he put on was gone now. There was the lonely little boy, emotionally disturbed and harmed.
"I see him at night, you see. He's.. He's always looking at me, with a giant grin. He has a cigarette between his lips, and he's so happy. We're.. Wer're invinsable. Nothing can beat us." He swallowed, taking a deep breath before continuing. "The next moment he's on fire. He's looking at me with eyes filled with pain. The happiness in those blue eyes are completely gone, and I can tell he is afraid. He starts to scream, not words, just screams. The smell of burnt flesh is reaching my nose, and it makes me want to puke. But I can't. I'm just laying there on the ground, because I can't get up. My head is bleeding, and my leg hurts. Everything hurts. All I can hear is his screams. I don't want to see it, I don't want to see him, but I can't look away. Everything goes dark.. but his scream echoes in my ears."
He hasn't even realised all those words came out of his mouth. He'd never spoken them before. Didn't dare to. Now when they're out, he looks back at Dr. Stewart, ignoring the fact that he knows that the tears has welled up in his eyes whilst he spoke. They're running down his cold cheeks, and they burn. They burn like fire, and stings like ice. He shouldn't have said anything. He'd never spoken of it. Dr. Stewart doesn't say anything, so he closes his eyes again.
There he is again. He is burning, laying there on the ground. He searches for comfort from his older brother, but Nathan can't give him any. He wants to tell him it's going to be alright, but he can't. It hurts. Nathan. It hurts. Make it go away, please. Nathan! It hurts...
"Nathan!" Dr. Stewart shakes him and he opens his eyes again, taking a deep breath. His heart feels like it's about to explode in his chest, and he just stares at the doctor.
"I don't want to be immortal anymore." He stammered, completely out of it still, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I lived but he didn't. If I do it slowly... maybe it will reverse." He whispered. He'd never ever spoken these words in a long time. Not to anybody. They echoed in his head day and night, but it'd been months since they passed his lips.
"Why don't we get you to your room?" Dr. Stewart said, wiping away his tears carefully. "Would you like a cup of tea? Some jelly?"
"Strawberry jelly." He mumbled, and wiped away his tears on his own as he stood up again, on shaky legs. "Two cups. Jamie's in my room, waiting." He'd gone back to denial, and his doctor sighed softly, but nodded.
"Why don't we get the strawberry jellies on the way to your room?"