This is my Brother

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We have been talking for two days while we wait for Zen, and I know that I'm going to get an earful when he gets here today. Based off of what that doctor told me, Zen would arrive later this afternoon. And despite my pleas with Obi and my brother they refused to help me escape. Instead they were insistent that I remain in the bed until I was healed enough to move. There was no arguing with not one but two overprotective brother complexes.

Well to be precise one overprotective brother and one overprotective boyfriend. Sure I felt sore now but not moving was going to give me atrophy at this rate. So at my insistence, they aloud me to walk.. with both of them close by. That's what I was doing now so to speak. Well it was honestly more like limping at a very slow pace. My left leg dragging across the stone floor, my right shoulder leaning on the wall for support and my arm wrapped around the cut on my side.

It hurt a lot more than I thought it would, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving. I could feel their worried stares as they both watched me moving sluggishly. They were waiting for me to collapse, I could sense their unease. Not that I entirely blamed them, I would have the same response had it been either of them. Yet, for me, this was different. I can't let those people get the best of me.

This walking, this movement, is for me saying that no matter what they do to me I will always bounce back. That I will find strength even at my weakest to fight against them, not that it mattered seeing as they didn't know what I was doing. So I guess it was more for myself than anything. I will become stronger than one superficial injury. I never wanted to feel weak as I did when I was a child.

I refuse to feel weak again, that's why I will keep moving forward. That's why I will continue to push myself until I break and keep pushing through that. I could feel the pain tugging at my wounds, but I couldn't let that phase me. I need to focus on recovering any strength I've lost these past few weeks more than healing. "What do you think you're doing?" I stopped moving, I was hoping to be back in the room before he got here.

Obi and my brother groaned, I could hear their shoes turning on the stone to face the person behind that voice. "Master, I can explain, as soon as you calm down and we get back to the room. It's best not to upset her in this current state." Obi sounded nervous. I turned slightly letting my weight land on the stone wall. I could see Zen's hard glare looking at us, my brothers arms crossed as they stared at one another.

"So you must be Zen, the second prince of Clarines, and superior to this fellow next to me." My brothers tone was cool and collected as he stared down at Zen. I winced seeing this, sweat forming on my face from the exertion needed to stay on my feet and not keel over. Zen looked my brother over from top to bottom, his eyes holding suspicion.

Zen moved his hand to the hilt of his sword, his thumb running over the cool metal of the handle. "Who are you?" Zen's words were collected and full of mistrust as well as suspicions. I could hardly blame him, he didn't know about the man I called brother.

As I watched it unfold I could tell my breathing was off. Sure I could breath normally, but it seemed to rumble and crack. That was defiantly not how it was supposed to feel. Must have done more than I could and the sudden stress of seeing Zen wasn't helping me in the slightest. "Obi.. I-" I started but the hall started spinning and I could feel my knees buckle under me. Watching the world as I fell was interesting. Usually I was already unconscious before I hit the ground.

Not the case this time around, this time the world fell with me and fear filled faces looking to me as they all came running up to me. Obi slid catching me just before my head hit stone, his hands were warm to the touch. "Hey, hey, are you okay. Can you move (Y/n)?" Tears pricked the edges of my vision, it was really starting to hurt again. So much so that I could feel my body shaking from the pain. I had to hold back a sob, I didn't want them to know how much pain I was in.

"Obi, we should return to the room. I believe we have some herbs the doctor left for her." My brother spoke moving to kneel next to me. He picked me up carefully, trying not to agitate any of my wounds further. "I told you we should have staid in the room, you aren't ready yet. I understand your concerns, but your body needs to heal first. If you still wish to move around we should stay in the room, with Obi or myself helping."

His voice was quiet as he walked down the hall, Zen and Obi following quietly behind him. "I'm sorry brother. I just can't sit still with those people hunting us. I don't want to be helpless when they come for me." I clutched his shirt tightly, tears now streaming down my cheeks. His soft chuckling rumbled across his chest.

"You are far from helpless dear sister, you have people protecting you after all. So why not relax, you aren't alone this time." I shook my head pressing myself to him, this time letting my sob escape slightly.

The feeling of the bed beneath me, and him moving his arms to just hold me. "No, I don't want to bring anyone into my mess. They think you're dead, I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me brother. You already lost so much of your life because of those people, I don't want to drag you back into it. Please.. just let them kill me." The words left me before I could stop them, his breathing hitched as soon as they left my mouth.

I knew what I'd said was wrong, but I would rather accept my own death than bring the people I loved down with me. The room was quiet, his grip was tight around me. His tears getting my hair wet as they ran down his own face. His shirt wet from my tears, not just from the pain of the injury.. but from the pain I was putting him through again.

Then something hitting the wall pulled him away from me, a steaming from had hit the stone walls. Obi's eyes were angered, tears pricking his own eyes as he stared at me. "(Y/n).. no. I will not sit by and watch you die when I could have done something to save you. You should know that by now, I would follow you to the ends of the earth to save you. Why would I let them take you away from me? I.. I love you to much for that to happen."

I was shocked to hear him say it. "I.. I love you to, Obi. That's why I can't let them take you away from me. When they come after me they will not hesitate to take down anyone in their way. Do you know how I would feel if I lost anyone else. I lost my brother once, I don't want to feel that loss ever again. Yet I know that they will not stop until my they have what they want. There is no stopping these people Obi! Nothing I have ever done up to this point has made them stop hunting me down! There is nothing I can do other than give myself up at this point!" It hurt to yell at him, black dots dancing in my vision as my heart raced. It was harder to draw my breaths as my throat closed up. "I would rather die than loose you too!"

With that last remark I started coughing heavily, my hand flying to my chest. I couldn't breathe, my eyes wide with panic. Obi running up to me, he held my shaking, sobbing, pathetic frame. "I don't want to lose you, (Y/n). If I have to take on a whole kingdom for you I would. So please, don't give up just yet. We'll figure something out, I promise. Just.. please don't leave me ever again." One of his hands was tangled in my hair, the other was used to press my body closer to his.

I just kept crying, I didn't want to fight anymore. I was tired of fighting this war. I've fought since the night they stole my family from me. I finally got a new place to call home and they were destroying that. They would stop at nothing to get me, to get what they wanted. Obi, ran his fingers across my back trying to calm me. He knew I was frustrated, that I was angry and just as upset about this as he was.

He just kept whispering in my ear. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. There is no one in the world I  would rather hold in my arms other than you. I won't let them lay a hand on you ever again. Shh." My eyes felt heavy, and sore as I fell asleep in his embrace.

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