A love like no other.. CHRIS KRATT X MARTIN KRATT FANFIC

Burn

CHRIS POV:
It's early in thy morning and I hear the roosters crowing. I have awoken from my slumber. As I arise from my bed I prepare myself for the day ahead of me.

As I step out of my sleeping chambers I notice that my brother, Martin, has already awoken and is preparing the morning meal which consists of bread and ale.

"I see thou has awoken," Martin says. "Indeed I have." replied Chris. "You have awoken at a rather late hour, it is already time to collect the eggs from the chickens." sighs Martin.

'How does Martin expect me to do such a tedious job when I have just awoken?' Chris sighs as he takes the final bite of his bread and heads off to his chambers to prepare himself. As he shuts the door behind him he starts grabbing his shirt and tunic aswell as his woolen knickers. He undresses himself and hastily puts on his clothing aswell as his moccasins. As he slips his last shoe on his foot he begrudgingly heads out of his chambers to say goodbye to Martin.

"Farewell brother, for I am off to collect the eggs for thy chicken." Martin turns around and gives Chris an embrace aswell as a wave farewell. Chris grabs the woven basket for collecting thy eggs and slowly heads out of the door over to the farm that contains all the animals any middle class person could dream of.

'If it is time to collect the eggs from the chickens I must assume that brother has already milked thy cows and fed the animals' As Chris heads to the chicken coop on the far east side of the farm he starts to think about Martin, 'He is such a thoughtful brother, so kind and sweet. He never gets mad at me for waking up in the late hours of the day, and not doing all of my work around thy home' Chris was snapped back to reality when he realized he had nearly stepped on an egg. Chris rolls his eyes and bends down to pick up thy egg and gently place it in his basket. As Chris picks up the last of the eggs he hears a loud noise coming from inside the house. Chris frantically runs over to the house not caring about anything other than if his dear brother was okay.

As Chris throws the door open he sees his brother on the floor in pain. Placing the basket on the floor he hastily rushes over to his brother to examine him. "Brother Martin what has happened to you?" Chris frantically asks. "Chris do not worry brother 'tis simply a burn" Martin gritted, Chris knew he was not okay and that he needed some sort of treatment. "Let me see brother" said Chris as he grabbed Martins arm to see a large burn going from his elbow to his wrist. "Oh dear, I must get treatment please wait here for just a moment. Chris grabbed a bucket and made haste as he went to the well in the back of the house and filled the bucket. As he returned to his brother he grabbed a rag.

Chris grabbed Martins arm and said "This might hurt" He dipped the rag in the lukewarm water, he wrung out the rag and placed it gently on Martins arm. Martin winced in pain and clenched his teeth. Chris hated to see his brother in such a state. He pressed the rag into the burn and lifted his brother to bring him to his chambers. As he lay Martin upon his bed he couldn't help but feel a hint of guilt. If he hadn't left his brother alone this might have not happened. He wrapped Martins wound in linen and left him there asleep.