Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Rain

Thunder rolled from somewhere far away. At least, that's what it sounded like. It matched the grey, cloudy skies and gentle drizzle. Very fitting for a funeral, some would say.

In truth, it helped a little. To know the sky was crying for him. Spartos had cried so much lately that it seemed there were no tears left to cry. It'd only been six days- not even a full week. Six days without his older brother. Six days since he died.

It was a scary sight to wake up to. Doctors rushed around him, pressing cold, metal objects all over him; stethoscopes, and thermometers, and blood pressure cuffs. There were lights shining in his eyes. Beside him he could see a large bag of blood. His eyes traveled along the tube sticking out of it and realized it was connected to him. That they were pumping more blood into him. His arm and legs hurt, and his head pounded. What happened? He wanted to ask, but found he didn't have the energy to.

"He's awake." One of the doctors announced, alerting the others around him.

"You're in the hospital." A blonde nurse said to him, kneeling slightly so he could see her. "You were in a bad accident. But you're okay. We're taking care of you right now."

That's right. He was going somewhere. But.. he wasn't driving. He remembered riding along, and talking. Smiling. Who-?

"Spartos!" A worried cry broke him from his concentration. A voice he knew all too well. For a moment, all his worries and fears seemed to fly away.

Sharrkan practically ran to his side, pushing past several staff to get there. Worry clouded the green eyes Spartos so often found solace in. He wanted to assure him he was okay, that everything was going to be alright. He reached a hand up to gently grab his. Sharrkan squeezed it.

"Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you? I mean- obviously you are, you're covered in blood. But I mean- you're alright, right? You're not gonna die on me?"

Spartos shook his head lightly, pushing past the aching pain in his head. "I'm.. okay. Just a headache." He managed, and felt quite proud.

Sharrkan smiled a little bit, albeit sadly, and shook his head slightly. "Your arm is broken, too." He said, motioning to the cast on said arm.

The redhead blinked and tilted his head slightly. "...when did that get there?"

Sharrkan couldn't help but chuckle lightly, kissing his temple two or three times. "Thank God you're alright." He breathed, kissing his lips gently. "I don't know what I'd do if-"

"Sharrkan," Spartos interrupted gently, squeezing his hand a little. "Who was I with?"

The worry that was in his eyes was replaced with sorrow and sympathy. That had Spartos frowning. "You don't remember?" Spartos shook his head, and Sharrkan sighed a not-so-nice sigh. A stomach-churning sigh. "You.. were going into town, with your brother."

The revelation was like a key unlocking Spartos' memories. His brother, Mystras, had been driving. They were talking, and laughing. Everything seemed fine. Until.. until..

"What happened?" He had to ask, his brow furrowed in confusion and wonder. "Where's Mystras?" A frown appeared on Sharrkan's face and it made Spartos' stomach do flips. "Oh no.."

"There was a cow in the road." He explained slowly, as though Spartos was a child being explained to what a cow was. "Your brother.. he swerved, and tried to miss it. He did. But-" There was yet another sigh. "A truck came from behind and hit the driver's side."

"Where's Mystras?" He had to ask again, the dread making him feel sick.

"Spartos, he.. He died on impact."