Walliver
Two Thousand Club
Feverish
“Everton?”
He awoke to someone tapping on his cheek, trying to wake him up. He usually woke up early, no one ever needed to get him up.
“Everton.”
There was a hand combing back his hair, an unfamiliar gesture. He’d always taken care of himself when he was injured or ill. He didn’t need a mother to coddle him, a father to tell him things would be okay.
“You’re burning up.”
The voice was female, the hand was calloused. Signy. Everton started to sit up, but she gently pushed him back down.
“Stay down.”
So he did. Shivering and sweating, he stayed down. He allowed himself this small comfort.
“Stay awake.”
He nodded, knowing that it was not a request. It was an order, and he followed orders.
“Show me.”
Everton shook his head. That he would not do.
“You’re not sick, you’ve got an infected wound. I need to see how bad it is.”
Still, he stubbornly shook his head. Then his own hands were pinned away from himself, and he was helpless all over again.
The screams. The smell of rotting flesh and the feeling of blood streaming down his shoulder- make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP-
“Everton, woah, hey, it’s alright. It’s just us, buddy. It’s just us.”
Nic. Oh, that beautiful, wonderful man. Signy, she was beautiful and wonderful too.
“Mister Winter, you’re hurt real bad. Can you tell me how to fix you?”
Minnow. Just a kid, but a bright and gorgeous kid with potential that even Everton himself would never have.
“Let us help you, mister. It’s only fair that we return the favors you’ve given us.”
So let the protector be protected.
“Everton?”
He awoke to someone tapping on his cheek, trying to wake him up. He usually woke up early, no one ever needed to get him up.
“Everton.”
There was a hand combing back his hair, an unfamiliar gesture. He’d always taken care of himself when he was injured or ill. He didn’t need a mother to coddle him, a father to tell him things would be okay.
“You’re burning up.”
The voice was female, the hand was calloused. Signy. Everton started to sit up, but she gently pushed him back down.
“Stay down.”
So he did. Shivering and sweating, he stayed down. He allowed himself this small comfort.
“Stay awake.”
He nodded, knowing that it was not a request. It was an order, and he followed orders.
“Show me.”
Everton shook his head. That he would not do.
“You’re not sick, you’ve got an infected wound. I need to see how bad it is.”
Still, he stubbornly shook his head. Then his own hands were pinned away from himself, and he was helpless all over again.
The screams. The smell of rotting flesh and the feeling of blood streaming down his shoulder- make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP-
“Everton, woah, hey, it’s alright. It’s just us, buddy. It’s just us.”
Nic. Oh, that beautiful, wonderful man. Signy, she was beautiful and wonderful too.
“Mister Winter, you’re hurt real bad. Can you tell me how to fix you?”
Minnow. Just a kid, but a bright and gorgeous kid with potential that even Everton himself would never have.
“Let us help you, mister. It’s only fair that we return the favors you’ve given us.”
So let the protector be protected.