Que Sera Sera (Whatever Will Be Will Be)

Angels

Bro didn't answer. He just looked at Dave. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know where his dad was. But Dave couldn't take that for an answer.

"Bro, is he- uh, he's not.." Dave trailed off looking down. Bro switched the needle from one hand to the other and put his hand on Dave's face. Dave's eyes caught a hold of his brothers. Bro just told Dave that he didn't know where their Dirk was. Dirk was just went out to get groceries when this mess started. Bro filled in Dave what he was hearing from the news while he started back up stitching his little brother. Apparently its not just in Texas, there's been news of this disease in Oklahoma, Georgia, Alabama, and Louisiana.

No one knew how it started. It was said there was a plane that crashed down, one from the military. Apparently it was carrying something it shouldn't have been carrying. It crashed down in one of the main drinking water sources of Louisiana and contaminated every drop there. But Bro said that was what the lady from room 403 said before she barricade herself in her apartment. If the Upper Ranks could have just let the people know there could have been a lot of lives spared.

It all happened to quickly. That's all Dave could think of. This could've been prevented. At least if it was just a little warning then his dad, Bro, and himself could have stowed away in a shelter. Now there was a chance of Dirk missing.

Bro continued to stitch up his wound. After he made his last stitch and knotted it he found the alcohol wipes and went over the now freshly sealed up wound. Dave hissed and grunted in pain. He was exhausted. Bro cut the rest of the thread with some sergical scissors from the aid box and threw it away, sterilizing the needle for the next mishap. Bro put the needle back and then got out the ACE bandaging and started wrapping it around the younger boys' torso and going over his shoulder so he could bandage the zig zag gash he had. He finished and set his hands on Dave's knees. He looked down at the tiled floor covered in blood spots.

Dave didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. His vision had cleared a lot during the time it took to stitch up his wound. All he could think about was what could happen next. He looked at his brother. He looked like he had aged in such a short time. I guess its the worry creases that have been on the older Striders face. He's never worried, and that in itself worried Dave. Dave, for the first time, was scared. He was really scared.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Bro standing up. Dave tried to stand up as well but couldn't due to the searing pain in his chest. Bro tentatively put a hand on Dave's should and set him back down. He then bent down and picked Dave up. Dave groaned out in pain, a sound that broke his brother heart. Bro carried Dave back to his room that was filled with his posters and his turntables. He laid the smaller figure down on the bed with as much ease as possible. He turned on the fan and shut the lights off, closing the curtains.

"Sleep little man, you deserve it." He half whispered/half spoke.

Dave didn't even respond. He was already asleep. Bro let out a sigh and went back to the bathroom to clean up the mess. He couldn't believe the bloody scene in front of him. It looks like a horror movie came to life. He cleaned up the mess and put away the first aid box somewhere where it was easier to get to, somewhere where he knew he wouldn't forget about it and set a smuppet trap near by. But he knew this would probably be the last day of ever making a smuppet trap again. He was about to leave the bathroom when he remembered Dave's new glasses. He picked them up to inspect them. It would be real hard getting to see Dave without his pointy shades like how he's seen him all these years.

He walks back into his brothers room and sets the shades down silently on his bed stand. He squats down and looks upon his brothers sleeping figure. He softly put his hand on Dave's head, playing with his hair.

"I always have dreams about wierd things. I keep dreaming about you, about us. I keep wondering if your afraid of me dying. We're always so careful about the other one. We've never talked about it, ever. This bullshit shouldnt come up but I'm starting to think its real. At first I thought I was dreaming. But now, I know its real. The way you move its like, it likes you're not even human anymore. How you got from that school to here, alive... You're like a fucking angel. But when I die though. I know you're going to one of the last few that do survive. I look at you and beg you not to be scared. And I hope to god you're not.

Angels shouldn't have to be."

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Sorry for no updates. Dealing with a lot with family right now. I know, excuses, excuses. And I know this is a really shitty chapter because I'm not in one of the best moods right now. I'm so sorry. I'll ask that you all can forgive me.

The thing that Bro says at the end is from a video. It may not make that much sense but I wanted to fit it in here somehow. Its called Bro Worst Fear on YouTube. If you don't know about it then you should go check it out. All credits go to them on that through. I only own the words inbetween the little speech. Thanks guys. Please have a wonderful day.