♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

No matter what pt2

Kristian

My vision is getting blurry. I can barely hear what Elijah is yelling at me for. All I can make out is his face,furrowed brows and a worried look.
Lyria,I didn't want him to come after me. But he just had to.
"Red,what's wrong?"he asks. It takes a second for me to decide to answer him with what little strength I have left. I open my lips then the pain hits again. Like the world is shirking in on me again,each bone in my body breaking.
When the wave calms I gasp for air clutching on the aftermath on my stomach,curling into it. "Your stomach? That's where the pain is?"Elijah asks me,his voice growing to become soft. Urgent but tender. Placing one hand on his back his other slips under my covers and into my shirt.
I let him,in desperate need of relief. Slowly he presses on my stomach with three of his fingers. As if he's searching for something underneath my flesh,I can feel the warmth of his aether spreading on my skin. But it doesn't take the pain away.
Turning my head his way,I catch him making a confused face,"What is it?"I croak out,
"When I heal people they normally have an origin and a point of pain. It helps me heal them,anyone in pain has those two things. But you... have none of them."
"Ugh,even the pain killers don't work and now you too."I mutter,tossing and turning about,
"Pain killers? How long have you been in pain for?"he asks,his hand still on my stomach applying good pressure. I ignore him and focus on the nice feelings he's making on my belly. So nice. "Red."he warns with a sudden change in tone,
"I dunno like- an hour ago."I lie,avoiding eye contact with me,
"Don't lie to me."he cautions,taking his hand off me. Scrambling with all the force I have left I put it back on me,pressing his palm down.
"Fine. Since morning,"I mumble gesturing for him to keep soothing me,
"Why would you run around as much as you did if you weren't feeling well?"he's scolding me. I'm in pain,aching all over and he's telling me off. I glare at him,from my position,
"I didn't want to dampen the mood. It was they're birthday,Lewis. Was I supposed to make everything about me?"After this he keeps quiet. A strange look on his face. The silence makes me uncomfortable,"...what?"chuckling,he shakes his head,
"It's just... you love them so damn much,it's insane."
"Doesn't everybody love cute kids?"
"Not as much as you love my boys,Red. Not that much."he whispers,slipping his arms under me and flipping me over so my back in to the bed. He does it with so much ease that I let myself melt. Calmly he unclasps his watch and places it on my bedside table. He rubs his hands together before uncovering my shirt over my stomach,revealing my abdomen.
Then he uses both his palms over my flesh. Adding pressure,the perfect amount slowing my blood flow enough that the aching is neutralised. I hum when he puts his powers into the mix. "This is best I've felt since I started having this."I whisper with my eyes shut,allowing myself to relax,
"When did it start?"
"Over seven years ago. Around this time of year I feel this unbearable pain in my stomach,like it wants to kill me."I explain and he makes a sound as he searches my stomach,pressing his fingers around.
Then he starts to feel around my surgical scar on my abdomen. "Could it be phantom pain from a surgery?"he asks,running his fingers along the mark,
"Maybe,"I mutter,not wanting to tell him the true origin of the scar. I wonder what he'd think of me if he knew my past. I don't even know who the father was.
And it's not my fault. Even now because of the aftermath of my amnesia,legally I'm not allowed to be the guardian of children anyway. So even if I found the faceless babies who have been haunting my dreams,I couldn't take them with me. Where ever they are.
"How's this? Is it making you feel any better?"
"Mhm,you can add more pressure."I hum and he does as I say without a complaint.

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Me and Elijah couldn't get any sleep. It was two step foward with the pain going down then ten steps back when it would start again. Around four am is when Elijah finally agreed to go to bed,only if I promised to call him if it got bad.
Otherwise,the both of us fell asleep. Until now when I feel someone shaking me from my slumber. Why is the night so short when you're exhausted?
"...Elijah?"I grumble,rubbing my eyes as I wake up,
"Nope,it's me."a tiny voice whispers in my ear,making me get up immediately.
"Oliver what are you doing here? Do you know how early it is?"I wake up and we sit on my bed with Oliver,fidgeting with his fingers like he's guilty,
"My alarm clock says it's almost five."He says,biting his lip. He's so cute.
Smiling,I pat his head,"Baby,you should be asleep right now."
"I know,it's just that- when we were going to bed. I saw daddy taking care of you and-"
"Aw,sweetie,I'm okay,now. Your dad healed me,see?"I still feel a little weak,but I think the brunt of the pain is over.
"You feel better?"I nod,then he reaches for my hand,"... I wanted to ask dad something but when I went to his room he was sleeping."
"So you came to me? What is it?"Quietly,I laugh and he pouts as if he doesn't want me to humour him,
"It's something serious! Dad forgot to do the string of life with us."he seems so stressed out about it,making me decide that when he grows up he'll be freaking out just like his dad.
"String of what now?"
"Come on I'll show you."he grabs me,trying to pull me from my bed onto the floor,we walk through the hall into they're play room. All they're toys laid a skew on the floor of a baby blue walled room,he reaches for the light switch on his tippy toes.
I yawn,letting him drag me to the small table at the center of the space. He sits down and I do the same. I watch him use a piece of paper to scribble,"What is that?"I ask,craning my neck to try and take a peak. He hands it to me after a second.
It's an adorable drawing of what I'm assuming is Lewis and the twins. There's a lime green string on his wrist that travels to both of their hands. Like a vine.
"This is... a string of life?"I ask pointing to the green line,
"Yeah,every year on our birthday dad is supposed to that,but he forgot."
"Ah,I see. Well then let's go wake your daddy up."I say pushing to my feet,frantically he follows me,pulling me back by my pant leg,
"What if he'll be tired?"he asks with scared eyes,
"Your dad is never too tired for traditions,trust me."the moment when I turn around and take his hand in mine. Then I feel static on my hand,like a burn. Both of us gasp in pain but waves of this shiver keep coming.
I stare at my hand in fear and Oliver looks at me,as if he's asking,what's wrong? I wish I knew.
Time slows down the moment when flickers of red light hover over my palm travelling through the air. Dancing in the dark quiet of the night until it laces around Oliver's wrist.
Everything is quiet in this moment. Everything is terrifyingly still like the world just stopped to process what the hell is going on with us.
This can't be real. It just can't.
Me and Oliver both stare at the red string,his eyes are wide with horror and confusion as his hand trembles uncontrollably. "Kristian-"
Snapping out of my daze I rip my hand away making the light flicker like it was never there,I get on my knees and reach for his shoulders. My shaking hands grip him in place,"Oliver,promise me something. Promise me that you won't tell a single soul what just happened,even better forget it ever happened. Promise me,Oliver."I can't recognise my own voice as it quivers in the air,
I try not to shake him. Try not to scare him but his face is pale,his pupils are dilated. He's terrified about as terrified as I am of what we just saw.
He doesn't nod,he just stands there like a leaf. Like the only thing keeping him up is my hands on his shoulders,"Oliver-"
"Just what is going on here?"we both turn our head to the door way where Elijah stands. Looking at both of us.