An Empty Promise

Chapter one

Two bodies were wheeled into a hospital that Sunday night. 

One boy had blood staining almost every peice of clothing on his tan body when he was rushed into a busy Bradford hospital. He was still alive, but fading quickly.

The other boy was sickly pale and had his left arm wrapped up tightly by a, now red, bandage when his stretcher was hurriedly pushed down the halls of a quiet hospital in Mullingar. His heartbeat was barely a murmur, but he was still hanging on.

Both of these were caused by mistake, whether it was going against his boss' orders and going into the house or not paying any attention to the blade he allowed to dig into into his skin.

Those aren't the only things alike, though. Both of these boys would soon be, as the dead would call them, Nomads.

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I know it's super short, don't kill me! This is just here to make you guys feel better about waiting(read A/N) for it :) unless...you didn't like it....? 

-Kira xx