Concerned

Walking I let out a small groan, pain spreading through my chest and back. I couldn't move it hurt too much. There was so much pain, a small metallic taste still present in my mouth.

Opening my eyes I whimpered, fog still dominating my vision head throbbing at the brightness of the whight glow.

I didn't really care, I had had to make sure that Charlie and Bernard were doing well, that they hadn't been hurt. They were babies and they deserved life, even if I didn't really want them in mine.

Forcing my vision to focus I pulled myself out of bed, collapsing to my knees as a burning heat erupted in my chest, heart lurching with pain.

"Don! What are doing out of bed?" Mom yelled running up to my side, a heavy limp in her walk. "You could be seriously hurt." Despite her yelling, she picked me up and gently pet my head.

"You were worried about your brothers, weren't you?" She whispered gently placing me back in my bed. "Don't worry about it, I was worried about you too. I knew that you would want to protect them, I understand what you did. You're a good boy Don, I love you alright? Please don't scare m like that."

I couldn't even respond, as pain took hold in my chest. I couldn't breathe very well, but I didn't care. I had to know, I had to see them. My brothers, they could have bee really hurt.

Tearing up I tried once more to roll out of bed, gasping as pain overtook my body, red specking the sheets. Whimpers turning to sobs, I collapsed chills playing with my body as I gave into a harsh, burning fit of coughs.

I couldn't do anything about it, a bright whight overtaking my vision and blinding me once more.

I could hear Moms' voice, probably shouting for the Doctor. It was distant again, a high pitched hum luring me to give in, to accept the cool embrace of unconsciousness. I could hold on, I blacked out.