12-15-2015, 04:35 AM
"I know, it's just that..."
*Peter started to saym but stopped. He didn't tell this to Lydia, but he was afraid that Rowan's broken leg could be no accident at all. He feared that his little brother was being bullyied on school. He felt even worse when he though that maybe, just maybe, Rowan might be being bullyied because his brother was pregnant.*
"Well, nevermind"
*he said, when the nurse took them to the door and pointed to it, telling Rowan was awake and that the doctor would come soon to talk with Peter*
"Thanks"
*he said to the nurse, and, after squeezing Lydia's hand once more, entered in the room. The air was cold and Rowan was lying in a hospital bed, with a leg in a cast, a black eye and some bruises on his arms. Signs of violence. Peter's eyes widened and he inhaled once, to calm himself down, cursing mentally whoever had done this with his brother, and, just then, saying*
"Rowan. Are you okay? What happened?"
*Rowan looked at him. He was a short and thin 14 years old boy, with light brown hair and green eyes. He seemed younger than what he really was, and, if he wanted to, he could make a lot of persons think he was only 10 or 12 years old. However, he never did that. Rowan was a sweet boy. People say there are lots of kinds of beauty, and, while Peter had an earthly beauty, Rowan had an heavenly beauty, he looked just like an angel, and sang like one too. And, even though none of them was very religious, the way Rowan was always optmistic, the way that he always kept believing in love and goodness, would make Peter often think that there was still hope for the humankind. Rowan raise his head when he heard Peter's voice, and said, smiling tiredly*
"Hi, Peter. I...uh... fell on the floor"
*Peter looked seriously at Rowan, because his brother really didn't knew how to lie. Rowan blushed and changed the topic*
"Nevermind, Peter, i'm fine, i swear. But how are you? How was your day? Is everything okay with the babies?"
*Only them he saw Lydia and asked politely*
"Hi. Who are you?"
*Peter started to saym but stopped. He didn't tell this to Lydia, but he was afraid that Rowan's broken leg could be no accident at all. He feared that his little brother was being bullyied on school. He felt even worse when he though that maybe, just maybe, Rowan might be being bullyied because his brother was pregnant.*
"Well, nevermind"
*he said, when the nurse took them to the door and pointed to it, telling Rowan was awake and that the doctor would come soon to talk with Peter*
"Thanks"
*he said to the nurse, and, after squeezing Lydia's hand once more, entered in the room. The air was cold and Rowan was lying in a hospital bed, with a leg in a cast, a black eye and some bruises on his arms. Signs of violence. Peter's eyes widened and he inhaled once, to calm himself down, cursing mentally whoever had done this with his brother, and, just then, saying*
"Rowan. Are you okay? What happened?"
*Rowan looked at him. He was a short and thin 14 years old boy, with light brown hair and green eyes. He seemed younger than what he really was, and, if he wanted to, he could make a lot of persons think he was only 10 or 12 years old. However, he never did that. Rowan was a sweet boy. People say there are lots of kinds of beauty, and, while Peter had an earthly beauty, Rowan had an heavenly beauty, he looked just like an angel, and sang like one too. And, even though none of them was very religious, the way Rowan was always optmistic, the way that he always kept believing in love and goodness, would make Peter often think that there was still hope for the humankind. Rowan raise his head when he heard Peter's voice, and said, smiling tiredly*
"Hi, Peter. I...uh... fell on the floor"
*Peter looked seriously at Rowan, because his brother really didn't knew how to lie. Rowan blushed and changed the topic*
"Nevermind, Peter, i'm fine, i swear. But how are you? How was your day? Is everything okay with the babies?"
*Only them he saw Lydia and asked politely*
"Hi. Who are you?"