Sanders Sides Oneshots/Short Stories

"I Miss You..." (brotherly Moxiety)

This is what I decide to do with a creative writing assignment that's based on a picture from the great depression.

WC: 512

TW: Coma, falling from heights, no very descriptive gore-ish stuff

(DISCLAIMER: I did no research on this era at all so don't be surprised if this isn't accurate at all)

~Virgil's POV~

In a dull warehouse next to a beach on the east coast of the US, I worked alone on one of the many projects that I had to do.

I'd been working on this thing for days, and I still had so much more to do until it was finally done. Patton, my brother, was out for a while, meaning that I had to work myself, get it finished by myself.

I remembered what had happened to put Patton in the hospital. We were working on the boiler for this huge ship together. He was up on top, trying to smooth out any bumps to the best of his ability. His ability was, of course, almost flawless, because that was the type of person he was.

Patton had yelled down to me from the top about 60 feet in the air, "Hey Virgil, can you see any divots from down there?" I didn't notice that the ladder was looking a little wobbly.

I responded with a shake of my head and a "Nope! You're all good!" He gave me a barely visible thumbs up and kept working where he was.

Thinking nothing of our exchange, I went back to work on the bottom of the boiler. There were still a bunch of uneven parts down here, and most of the pieces of metal didn't fit together. I was so absorbed in my work that I didn't realize when the ladder started to tip. I didn't realize when my brother started to fall. I only looked up after I heard a yell come from his direction, and even though I knew that it was too late, I dropped everything to rush over to him, my mind spiraling around the small piece of hope that I had that I might be able to at least grab the ladder and slow down the fall.

That small piece of hope wasn't enough.

Patton crashed through a table and landed on the ground about ten feet away from where I was.

"Patton!" I yelled, despite him probably being unconscious. I ran over to him as fast as I could hands shaking as I assessed the damage. The back of his head was bleeding, and he'd probably fractured his skull. A bone was- oh, geez. I fought the urge to throw up as I once again glanced at his arm, which was bent at a not-so-normal angle. His breathing was shallow, meaning he'd probably broken a few ribs.

~

And that brings us to now. Patton had been in the hospital for about four months. I'd had to start working overtime at this job and get another part-time job in order to pay for the hospital bills, so that left little time for sleep. I was working alone in the warehouse now, since my boss hadn't found anyone else to fill Patton's position. It was quieter with no one else there, sure, but the quiet also left it feeling empty.

My brother had been in a coma for four months.

"I miss you..." I whispered to the empty warehouse.

This came out more depressing than I'd hoped for. Well, that's what you get for making us write something taking place in the Great Depression era.

Take it easy ladies, lords, and nonbinary royalty! Peace out!