A Hero, The Hero (Solangelo)

Cold

      Nico was freezing. More so than normal. My head still on his stomach, I interlaced my fingers with his pale and freezing ones.
      "Stay with me," I whispered,"please come back." His hands seemed to get warmer, but that was my imagination. I had to try this. I poured my strength into him. Wake up. I willed. (Ba-dum-sss)

Wake up.
Wake up.
His heart pounded louder.

Badum
Nico.
Badum
He stirred.
Badum
He stopped.
Badum
His muscles tensed.
Badum
They went slack.
Badum
Nothing happened.

       The steady thud of his heart beat stopped. It took me less than a second to scream for doctors. I pumped my hands on his chest, forcing his dead heart to slosh blood to the rest of him. I breathed air into his still lungs, inflating a limp balloon.

Slosh
Blow
Slosh
Blow
Slosh
Blow
Beat
Breathe
Beat
Breathe
Beat
Breathe

      His beautiful eyes flew open as he shivered. I breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly curled into a tight ball. Hyperventilating, he shook violently.
       "Weel!" He wheezed, trying to pronounce my name through his thick accent.
       "Weel! Gods dammit!" He wheezed some more, gaining volume. These panic attacks have been gaining frequency and intensity. It's all the stress dumped onto his shoulders. I need to take him on a vacation soon. I pulled him into my lap and stroked his raven hair. In an attempt to calm him down, I hummed "Summertime" into his ear. His shaking hands searched for my arm, and I turned him so that he faced me. He wouldn't calm down. I tried so hard. In an idea, I ripped a blanket from the bed above me. How did I get to the floor? Oh well. I wrapped it tightly around my angel. He snuggled closer to me, absorbing my warmth. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, muffling his screams of agony. Rubbing small circles on his back, I kissed his forehead, which had beads of sweat running down from his hairline. The screaming died down to sobs and he held me tightly. I momentarily forgot about everyone around us. Key word: momentarily. Drew stormed in with three more of her evil little squad. The sisters strutted in, as if they owned the place. Drew stood directly at my crossed legs and looked down.
       "Oh Will, I got cut sword fighting, I need help." She rolled up her sleeves to reveal a shallow cut that was strategically placed to not ruin her blouse.
      "I'm busy." I murmured into Nico's hair, rubbing my cheek on his warming head.
      "And I'm hurt. See, he's fine." She nudged Nico with her toe. He yelped into my neck. She poked him. On his thigh. His thigh with a hole in it. I carefully got up, and pushed Drew onto a bed. Way to tightly, I wrapped a bandage on her arm.
      "You're hurting me!" She cried. Almost impossibly, I pulled the bandage even tighter and sealed it. She wouldn't be able to take that off for days. I turned my back and scooped up Nico.
      "Did you get her?" He asked hopefully.
       "Yes, I got her." He smiled,
       "Good," then he fell asleep in my arms.