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6 1/2 Ficlet: White Ceilings
Sep. 5th, 2012 11:40 pmRafe lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Like the other walls of his room, It was a sterile white and was blank.
The boy shifted his weight and hugged his tyrannosaur plush that Dr. Holiday had given him close to his chest. He squeezed it tight to him and pressed his forehead into it.
No colors. No waves of feelings or steady, rolling hues. No heartbeats.
It was quiet.
No matter how much he wanted it to be, his little friend wasn't real.
Back ho-, no...no, he had to stop thinking that.
Abysus was NOT home. His mother had been held hostage there for years before and after he was born. That place was not home.
Providence was his mother's home. He'd finally been returned to it...but...but Rafe didn't belong there, either.
In Abysus, he was a small, physically weak humanoid and in Providence, he was an EVO.
He didn't seem to fit anywhere.
The apartment connecting to his room was silent, his mother was still in the hospital wing.
His father had taken a nasty blow and was probably still recovering in Abysus.
For the first time in his life, Rafe was alone.
For as long as he could remember, he'd slept with his mother or his father, or all three of them together in a warm, snuggly pile. He would nestle between the two adults and drift off to sleep while being comforted by their feelings. His mother had always loved him, he could always identify those colors and feelings. His father would cycle between love, loyalty, protection, and pride. It was a comforting blanket of emotions for his mind.
Now there was only quiet and white ceilings.
Rafe whimpered like a sad puppy, his eyes stung and his cheeks felt hot.
No, no.
Things would be better now.
His mother was home and he was where his father said he could be or do anything.
It would all be better soon.
His mother would get better and be happy again.
He had to.
Rafe squeezed the dinosaur toy tighter and another whimper escaped him.
He briefly considered buzzing Dr. Holiday or his mother on the intercom screens, but it was too late. They were both asleep, of course. They needed their rest. His mother needed to get better so he could get to know Abe and Min and they could be a family. Dr. Holiday needed her rest so she could help people and EVOs.
Rafe...well, he didn't think he really fit in either....perhaps he could help Dr. Holiday.
Abe and Min were his half brother and sister, but they hadn't known their mother as long as he had...they deserved to know him...how much he loved them, even if they couldn't see it the way Rafe could.
He would just get in the way of that.
Dr. Holiday might let him assist with her work, give him something to do while the new...old...family bonded.
Rafe smiled at that thought. His mother had always talked about the two of them and how proud he was of them. He deserved to spend time with them...and Rafe.
Well, for that, Rafe could make do with white ceilings.
Like the other walls of his room, It was a sterile white and was blank.
The boy shifted his weight and hugged his tyrannosaur plush that Dr. Holiday had given him close to his chest. He squeezed it tight to him and pressed his forehead into it.
No colors. No waves of feelings or steady, rolling hues. No heartbeats.
It was quiet.
No matter how much he wanted it to be, his little friend wasn't real.
Back ho-, no...no, he had to stop thinking that.
Abysus was NOT home. His mother had been held hostage there for years before and after he was born. That place was not home.
Providence was his mother's home. He'd finally been returned to it...but...but Rafe didn't belong there, either.
In Abysus, he was a small, physically weak humanoid and in Providence, he was an EVO.
He didn't seem to fit anywhere.
The apartment connecting to his room was silent, his mother was still in the hospital wing.
His father had taken a nasty blow and was probably still recovering in Abysus.
For the first time in his life, Rafe was alone.
For as long as he could remember, he'd slept with his mother or his father, or all three of them together in a warm, snuggly pile. He would nestle between the two adults and drift off to sleep while being comforted by their feelings. His mother had always loved him, he could always identify those colors and feelings. His father would cycle between love, loyalty, protection, and pride. It was a comforting blanket of emotions for his mind.
Now there was only quiet and white ceilings.
Rafe whimpered like a sad puppy, his eyes stung and his cheeks felt hot.
No, no.
Things would be better now.
His mother was home and he was where his father said he could be or do anything.
It would all be better soon.
His mother would get better and be happy again.
He had to.
Rafe squeezed the dinosaur toy tighter and another whimper escaped him.
He briefly considered buzzing Dr. Holiday or his mother on the intercom screens, but it was too late. They were both asleep, of course. They needed their rest. His mother needed to get better so he could get to know Abe and Min and they could be a family. Dr. Holiday needed her rest so she could help people and EVOs.
Rafe...well, he didn't think he really fit in either....perhaps he could help Dr. Holiday.
Abe and Min were his half brother and sister, but they hadn't known their mother as long as he had...they deserved to know him...how much he loved them, even if they couldn't see it the way Rafe could.
He would just get in the way of that.
Dr. Holiday might let him assist with her work, give him something to do while the new...old...family bonded.
Rafe smiled at that thought. His mother had always talked about the two of them and how proud he was of them. He deserved to spend time with them...and Rafe.
Well, for that, Rafe could make do with white ceilings.
