Redemption || MorMor

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Severin Moran sat on an uncomfortable chair in the hospital waiting room, his head in his hands. He was 9 years younger than his brother yet the resemblance was uncanny. Countless lipsticked aunties and drunk uncles would comment about how similar they were, back in the days when the Morans were still considered a family. He could still remember vividly him and Sebastian sneaking out the back of one his father's social affairs for a cigarette, and Seb promising to always take care of him and be there for him. The next week he left for the army and he didn't see him since. Until he saved his life, of course.

It was strange for him to see his older brother in such away. He was always the strong one. Sev always knew that he took their father's beatings so he wouldn't have to suffer through them. But he never got a chance to thank him. So when he had heard one too many rumours about him sofa surfing and getting arrested and being on, though he still couldn't believe it, heroine, he decided that it was his turn to save him. It was his turn to be strong. He just couldn't have anticipated how bad his brother had gotten. And the perfect timing had started him questioning whether or not there was a divine intervention at some point. He hadn't called their family because he didn't know if Seb would want that. Though Severin still lived with his mother and father, he knew that Sebastian had far less of a relationship with them. He didn't want to add to his list of stresses. A failed suicide attempt was enough to deal with.

The last time he had spoken to him was the morning he left to join the army. It wasn't emotional. It was abrupt. Both parties regretted their last interaction and wished that they had said all that they wanted to say. Though Seb would never admit it, in the many times he thought he was going to die, his mind always went to his little brother. And all he could feel was guilt. Guilt and regret for leaving him in that house with that man. He also felt badly for his mother, but he justified her in his own mind that she chose to marry him and didn't choose to leave so deserved what she got. Though he knew it was cruel and wrong to think that, he just couldn't deal with that part of his life anymore and just needed to get away. Even a war zone was better than what he called his home.

"Severin Moran?" A young doctor stood in the corridor. Sev stood up, shaking himself off. His legs were stiff from being sat down for so long but he didn't care about himself anymore.

"Yes, that's me. Is he okay? Please say he's alright..." He couldn't bare the thought that his brother wasn't. He couldn't even entertain it.

"He's stable. We just need to perform an assessment on him before you can see him, okay? It won't be long, I promise. Is there any other member of family we can contact? Other than yourself, I mean. He talks about a Jim, do you know him?"

Severin shook his head, "no, sorry, I don't-I don't know him... I haven't seen Seb in years, it-it was a miracle I got there when I did, really... I-I don't know what I would have done if- oh God..." Tears spilled over his blonde lashes and fell onto his hand, which wiped them away quickly. The doctor put an arm around him, comforting him.

"Suicide attempts are always hardest on the family... there are people there for you. We can offer therapies for you as well as Sebastian. Would you like a leaflet?"

He politely declined, "no, thank you. Thank you. I'm alright... I just need to see him."

"It shouldn't be long. An hour at most, I promise," the doctor took his arm away, starting to leave. "And, Severin, if you need anything, I'm here, alright?"

"Thank you," he forced a small smile and then sat back down. As much as he tried, he couldn't stop seeing Sebastian's blood every time he closed his eyes. Everywhere. So much of it. And Seb himself lying on the floor, tears running down his cheeks, screaming in pain. Severin was never acclimated to violence, not like his brother was. He hated it. He hated conflict of any kind. He hated blood. He hated drama. He just wanted a quiet, peaceful life but he was starting to get the hint that it wasn't going to be possible for him.