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Demitry hadn’t at all thought about much, considering his thoughts came now in pictures and words more than just blackness and pain. He groaned again, wanting to touch his back, or even just to see his back to make sure that there wasn’t the blood that he’d hoped, or the terrible gashes that he’d dreamed of.
“Demi? Demi come on!” He heard a soft voice, then felt pressure somewhere on his body.
He didn’t respond right away, but when another wave of pain shot through his head like a speeding bullet, he groaned loudly, almost yelling at nothing.
“Damn it hurts!” He yelled, feeling his hand clench on a sheet. It was then that he realized that he was under a blanket, a sheet lay out under his body, and that his throbbing and aching head was probably on a pillow.
“Hold still Demi.” His heart throbbed a few times before he figured out that that sweet voice was Sarah’s, but how had she known? She had practically been across the school. They probably called to pull her, he said to himself, letting her hand sweep across his cheek. It felt so wonderful. He resisted trembling; knowing that it would only make her worried.
“What happened Sar?” He asked her, his voice more cracked, pained and strained then he had expected.
“You passed out in Biology Demitry.” Apollo’s voice said, something like hate in his voice, but he wasn’t sure why.
“Yeah, well, other than the obvious. What happened after that?”
“They took you to the nurses, fixed your head up good. I am not sure if they’ll take those bandages off any time soon though, they seem to be holding back the blood.”
Sarah sat through the explanation like it was an every day thing.
“So basically, I knocked my head and imagined all of those weird things in the class.” He said, keeping his voice low, hoping the Sarah didn’t hear the pain in his voice.
“I haven’t the slightest clue as to what you’re rambling about.” Apollo replied his voice stern.
Demitry was slightly annoyed by Apollo’s tone, denying everything his said and approving with smart-a** remarks. He clenched his fist again until he felt a warm hand on it. Releasing a suppressed sigh, his hand let go of the bed sheet beneath him almost reluctantly. “This is so confusing…” He sighed again, letting Sarah take his hand. After a little while more, he opened his eyes, afraid to fall asleep after his nightmare earlier. Sarah’s round, but oddly sharp, face was soft as usual, but her eyes showed a small amount of worry in them. “Hey, didn’t I tell you not to worry?” He asked his sister, chuckling lightly, holding onto her hand with hardly any grip at all.
“Very funny Demitry. Why shouldn’t I? You passed out and you’re bleeding, they could hardly find the wound itself with your dark hair.” She said, brushing her thumb on his palm. His eyes flashed to Apollo, who was looking away from him and out the window. He waited for those wings to show up on his back again, but nothing of interest was happening to the blonde’s back.
Groaning, Demitry got himself up, then dealt with the head rush that came as he sat straight up. “Woah, worse than Saturday morning…” He mumbled to himself. He looked slowly around the office, oddly surprised to find that they hadn’t dragged him to the hospital for brain damage. Sarah had put her hand on his shoulder, trying to prevent him from staying up, but he shook his head a bit. “I’ll be all right Sarah.” He lied, smiling to try and cover it up.
His mind was wrapped around the way that Apollo was now treating him, as if he figured out something he was never supposed to. Sarah tilted her head onto his shoulder, and he found comfort in it, along with a searing pain that he tried not to show. “Apollo, tell me what’s going on.” He said, his voice light, but it had a heavy amount of confusion in it.
Apollo said nothing and stared out the window, his emerald eyes obscuring his pupils.
“Apollo.”
“What do you want?” He asked in that same hating tone.
“Tell me what’s going on. Now.”
“Figure it out on your own, you tend to be good at doing that.” He hissed, walking swiftly out of the nurses’ office without a backward glance.
“What’s up with him?” Demitry muttered to himself, then looked to Sarah as if for an answer. She didn’t seem dazed but she gave him a curious look.
“Mom’s going to be here soon Demi.” She said lightly, and he tensed. Why was it now that her voice was making his heart throb as if it were being constricted and tied back by strings?
“You’re coming home with me then, I don’t want to be home alone.” He pouted a bit, wrapping an arm around her small body. He found comfort in her hair, and he even sometimes wondered how in the world they were related. Her hair was a rich auburn color, adorned here and there with natural highlights, her eyes were a blue that not even sapphires could compare to with beauty, and her skin was a light tan, though that was probably due to so much sun. His parents looked nothing like him, more like her, and their parents, parents had no resemblance to his dark hair, pale skin and gem colored eyes.
“All right.” She giggled lightly, lifting her head a bit. His face flushed. Even at the one or two breaths he felt on his neck, temptation flooded over him like an overflowing river. He shivered lightly, more in pleasure than in fear, but felt Sarah’s head move so that her breathing was away from him. “Sorry Demi.” She said, her voice barely audible.
“Don’t be, it felt good.” He said, his own voice a whisper. He tried to calm himself so that his heart didn’t leap out of his chest, and he had just in time. Their mother showed up at the nurses’ and he went to stand up, wobbling a bit at the next head rush. “Oh crap, my stuff…” He muttered, using Sarah’s shoulder to try and balance himself.
“Already got it Demitry.” Sarah said, though her voice wasn’t as soft this time. Keeping his eye on his mom for a second or so, he lightly kissed Sarah’s cheek, then smiled lightly, trying to figure a way to walk without smashing his head into the ground again, because that hurt like Hell.
For a second, Demitry’s pale face went a little paler at the whiff of perfume. “You didn’t get my stuff… Ashley did.” He muttered lightly, slipping his bag over his shoulder as he cringed. Letting their mom watch them as Sarah tried to help him out of the school.
 iPsychopath · Sun Oct 05, 2008 @ 02:46am · 0 Comments |
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