You've made it this far. (TreeBros)

Chapter 7: A Walking Corpse.

Connor placed a hand over the scar on his stomach. Thanks to Alana's constant tending to his bullet wound, he had healed properly. And so in effect he didn't really have to visit anymore, but him and Alana have some weird bond now. He was extremely grateful for her, and decided to bring a pie over today.

It almost being Christmas, so the chef at the base has been making treats. Connor may or may not have stollen a whole pie, but it doesn't matter, he would have already gotten permission from his platoon to take their pieces. It isn't really the best pie.. But it's still eatable.

He sighs slightly as he enters the gate to the farm that he is now oh too familiar with.
He rehearses the plan in his head.

When he gets inside Alana smiles widely at him, she is sitting at the table, looking through very old news papers. He sets down the pie and she stands up with glee, giving him a hug.
She lifts up his shirt slightly to look at the scar.

She hums and nods her head in thought,
"You've been washing it with warm water right?" He rolls his eyes and nods. She honesty has become some type of mother for anyone she meets.

"I brought you some pie" she grinned and kissed his temple, having him sit down as she starts cutting the pie. A few moments pass until Veronica comes out, yawning slightly. Her hair messy, but she still smiles at Connor. She must have forgiven him for whatever happened.

"You getting better?" She asked in a tired tone. He nods and she does the same.
Alana is busy cutting the pie into equal pieces while Veronica makes some coffee to start the morning.

"So where's Evan?"

Both Alana and Veronica stop what they are doing slightly alarmed at the sudden question and look at Connor.

"Um... In his room.." Veronica answers softly.
"He's not feeling well." Alana speaks up, but Connor just shakes his head.

"No, I won't bother him, I just want to say hi" before either could protest, he gets up from his seat at the dinning table and both women just watch as he enters Evan's room.

Evan is curled up in the covers, looking even worse then he did the day of the accidental shot.

The brunette approaches cautiously. "Evan?"
The boy's head pops up, he looks at Connor surprised.

"Oh, oh you're here, hi" he says wiping the tears from his face, as if Connor never saw them.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting down next to the bed, but the boy just keeps staring down.
"Nothing" he mumbles.

Connor sighs, leaning back in the chair.
"This sadness you feel right now isn't a part of who you are, well, it isn't any more, it is a thing that keeps you from being you, and unless you let it out, there is no helping it, you build it up inside of you to the point where it bursts. Like with your panic attacks, or even wanting to kill yourself."

Evan looks up at Connor slightly annoyed. "Oh and me telling you how I feel with just fix that?" He asked, a sarcastic tone dripping from his words like toxin.

Connor shakes his head. His eyes devoted from emotion, he turns up to look at Evan with sadness. "No but it will help."

Evan scoffed, but Connor doesn't seem to be giving up.

"I have forgiven you, for shooting me, it was accidental, and you didn't have to take me back, you could have left me, but you didn't, you have to realize your not a bad person. I trust you, well almost completely, it takes a while for a person to forget something like that. And even if you don't like it, I'd like to get to know you as a person. Or atlesst make a positive impact on you, in some way."