A Trouble With The Mind (DenNor) <Wattys2016>

Not Now....

Lukas was staring at Mathias, never shifting his gaze. He was internally smirking, face still emotionless though.

The Dane blushed a bit, turning around quickly, typing something quickly. "Yes, and that is not professionally needed unless you have a partner we should notify in an emergency."

Lukas nodded, "Oh...well I'm not dating anyone and my only emergency contact is my little brother," He shrugged. The Norwegian wasn't sure what else to say.

Mathias looked at Lukas, noticing something on the side of his head.

He stood up, examining the other's left temple, biting his lip, thinking. He turned on the overhead light.

"Lukas? When you had your first seizure today...how long do you suppose you were in your car before I saw you?"

"I don't know...maybe a minute or two...why?" Lukas paused, "Is something the matter?"

"It just seems you have a minor cut across your temple to right above your brow bone...are you sure you didn't feel that?"

"Well...not really why?" Lukas looked up at the doctor, curious.

Mathias just went and took off the other's left shoe, holding his toes softly. The Danish doctor looked up at his patient, "Wiggle your toes."

Lukas knew what he was doing already and he did so, though he seemed a bit upset when the doctor's hand didn't move a bit.

Mathias looked at Lukas, but quickly away. He walked back to his computer, typing something quickly. "Lukas, it appears, either the left side is shutting down, or a stroke."

Lukas sighed, he already knew. Today was terrible...that's it. He woke up feeling sick, two seizures, and now a possible stroke. He couldn't think straight. Not at all.

"W-will...you call Emil?" Lukas had a sadness in his eyes and Mathias nodded.

"Of course, but mind you now, that won't be nessacary, I've never lost a patient to a stroke, and nor do I plan to," Mathias smiled, getting the needed medication. He started it in the IV.

Lukas looked at him, biting his lip, clearly in pain.

"There was be a bit of pain, but as the medication works into your system, you'll become drowsy. Go ahead and rest, it'll help slow the process and we can work better to stop it taking action if you're completely still. Then, the medication will wear off, and slowly, but surely, you'll wake up and hopefully you'll be fine with full response and actions," Dr. Kohler explained, looking at the other.

Lukas nodded, yawning. The medication working it's way into his system. Soon, he was asleep.

Dreaming.

~Lukas' Dream POV~

I don't exactly know where I was...but the place was familiar. It seemed like a small cottage...I could tell...it was Iceland. I heard my mom yelling. And Emil's dad was trying to calm her down.

I saw a small figure come next to me. It had to be Emil.

"Big brother...why are mommy and daddy fighting?" He looked up at me, teary-eyed.

"They aren't fighting," I smiled softly, getting to his height, patting his head, "They're yelling at the fairies. The fairies are messing with mommy head and daddy wants to chase them away," I knew I was lying.

My mom isn't right. Wasn't right. I don't know anymore now.

The fairies?

I've always liked magic since a young age...it was always fairies and trolls.

My mom was yelling to my dad in Norwegian. How it was my fault. I was useless.

Emil's dad was saying it wasn't my fault. It's genitic. It happens.

Emil only spoke English and Icelandic. Not Norwegian.

"Oh, why don't you use your magic wand to make the fairies be nice?" Emil asked.

"Oh, because it got broken, remember, I was casting a magic spell and it broke, just like Ron's from that book I read you," I smiled, ruffling his hair.

I picked him up and walked to our room and sat him on the bed.

"Hey, Emil?"

"Yes?"

"You know mommy and daddy and I love you lots and lots, right?"

"Yeah, and I love you too!" He smiled brightly, giggling.

I smiled back.

"I think the fairies are driving mommy away. I think she's going to go to the anti-fairy hospital and she might not be back for a long long time. Okay?"

"B-but! C-can I come?!" He sniffled. He was so young.

"No...mommy can't have other people bring the fairies back, silly!" I was trying to stay strong. But...my mom..she hated me, because I wasn't completely able of everything.

Because of my illness.

At the time, we told Emil that I had an evil curse that made me forget and have bad times and bad habits.

He really liked magic.

"Oh...can we make her a get well card then?!" Emil smiled, looking up.

"Well...I guess so," I nodded, getting out some paper and markers.

Emil started writing, I had to help him with some things, but he wrote:

Deer momy,

i love you lots and i reely reely hope the faires leve you alone for a loooooong time.
love you!
love you,
Emil

And what I wrote,

Dear mother,
I told Emil you were leaving because the fairies were driving you insane. But, I know it's my fault and I'm sorry for whatever I did to get this illness.
I really hope you forgive me, I love you.
-Lukas

We went downstairs and put it on the counter, the word "Mommy" across the front and we went back upstairs.

We could hear mom and dad yelling again. And then, it get quiet.

For a few moments it was quiet and Emil went to leave, "Stay here, we aren't going downstairs," I said.

Emil came back and sat on the bed next to me, I stood up, grabbing the book we had been reading and I had him lay down.

I started to read as mom started yelling again, so I talked loudly.

Thankfully, Emil was sleeping.

But, soon the door slammed.

~Dream over~
~Lukas' POV~

I woke up to Dr. Køhler hovering over me.

"How are you?"

"I-I'm...f-fine," I choked up.

But, damn, was I in pain.

--1038 words!
So I didn't have time to update last night and this weekend I can't update because I'm going to a friend's house.
Half of this was on my phone and the other half wasn't, hence the differences of Kohler and Køhler.
Thank you for reading!!!
~Sky--