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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifty-One – Foster Conway, Age 23
Foster stepped into the dimly lit room which held his brother, he wasn't sure what to expect after all the news the priestess Belestra had given them. His father and Belestra followed and shut the door. As his eyes adjusted to the room he noticed it was bare except for a mattress in the far corner. There was also a lingering odor of urine that flora scents were unsuccessfully trying to hide it.
"We had to strip the room to stop him from hurting himself or others," Belestra explained. "Bright light seems to hurt his eyes so we put shutters outside the windows to block the sun."
There was movement on the mattress and he realized there was a huddled form on top of it. As he stepped forward, his father grabbed his arm. "Go slow," he said softly, then released him to hang back by the door with the elf maiden.
Foster moved to the middle of the room and knelt down. "Hey, baby brother," he said gently, "seems we both will have stories to tell once we're out of here."
Nathaniel said something in a language he didn't understand, Belestra translated for him, "He thinks you're an illusion," she said.
"No, baby brother, I'm no fantasy … I've come to take you home." Foster said. There was a subtle change in his brother's form and though surprised by the intention he was not caught off guard when Nathaniel charged him.
"Nahoan … no!" Belestra shouted.
Foster gently grabbed his brother and turned him around so he was bear hugging him from behind. Nathaniel's entire body seemed to be wrapped up in soiled bandages. His father moved forward and joined the embrace, rubbing a hand down the back of Nathaniel's head. "It's okay, my son," he said. He grunted as Nathaniel bit down on his shoulder. "Hurt's doesn't it," his father said keeping is voice calm. Foster barely missed being head-butted when Nathaniel jerked.
"Nathaniel Conway, you stop right this minute!" Their father said tensely.
Nathaniel shuddered in Foster's embrace. "Pa?" he whispered, "Pa it hurts so bad."
"Just for now," Foster whispered in his brother's ear. "It won't hurt forever; we Conways are too tough for that."
"Brother?" Nathaniel said, "I missed you … so bad … I tried …" the sobs started and Foster pulled him down to the ground and held him close while he cried.
"I know you did, baby brother," Foster said, "I did too … it took longer than we thought but we're together again." He rocked his brother speaking softly and eventually he felt him relax. "That's it, just sleep for now," Foster said.
For the first time in a long time Foster felt his cheeks grow damp with tears. "He was supposed to be happy," he said.
His father's hand reached behind his neck as he pressed his forehead against Foster's. They didn't speak but sat there protectively over Nathaniel as he slept. Too soon his brother's body trembled and he awoke with a silent scream, he grabbed one hand and his father the other. They waited for the spasm to end; it seemed to go on and on.
"Breathe through it," his father said, "slowly … slowly … that's it … it will be over soon." Coaxed by the words Nathaniel ragged breaths calmed down. The brilliant blue eyes looked between the two of them for a moment.
"I thought it was a dream," Nathaniel said. "But you're really here …" his breath caught and he shuddered. "… and I'm like this … sorry … they truly took better care of me than this. Don't hate them …"
"To hate them would be to hate a part of you," their father said, rubbing a hand across Nathaniel's balmy forehead. "I love you, my son."
"Love you too, Pa," his fingers tightened around Foster's as his body shivered.
"Nahoan," the priestess knelt down beside them, Foster had thought she'd left. "I'm going to lay a hand on your ankle; I need to see if there is any infection." Touching Nathaniel's left ankle she closed her eyes and was still. After a long moment she spoke again, "there is some inflammation on your left shoulder and lower back. I've cooled them for now. I will need to start treating your skin lesions soon. So far all we've been able to do is patch up the bandages; you really are in dire need of healing. For now though I am going to leave you and your family in peace, I think they are the best medicine for you. Please, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask. I'll have a couple of fresh mats brought in to sleep on." The last part was directed at Foster and his father.
Their pa motioned at the blackened windows. "Remove those damn covers," he said, "this place is a dark a tomb, and my son needs fresh air and sunlight on his cheeks."
"As I mentioned the light was bother …"
"Trust me," their father said and the elf maiden nodded.
"Are you hungry?" Foster asked his brother.
"Starving," Nathaniel said, his teeth suddenly chattering, "hard to keep anything down, though."
"I'll have some chicken broth brought to you," Belestra said, "as well as dinner for the rest of you. I'll be outside if you need me … keep him as still as possible, let him rest when he can … but don't fight him too much you'll just reopen his wounds."
Foster took off his shirt so his chest was bare and sat down on the floor behind Nathaniel; his legs crossed and motioned for him to sit in his lap. "I'm a little big for that, Brother," his teeth chattering so bad the words were hard to understand.
"Sit," Foster said. Nathaniel sat down and Foster wrapped his arms tightly around him. Their father draped a warm blanket over both of them. Foster was almost instantly too hot but his brother seemed to enjoy the warmth.
"I'm dirty and I stink," Nathaniel said with a sigh.
"Not even close to the smells I've had to deal with," Foster said with a chuckle.
"What do you mean?" Nathaniel asked as his shivering relented.
"Ask me again another day," Foster said softly.
"Here comes another," Nathaniel said.
Foster didn't have to ask what he meant as he felt his brother's body's tense. "I'm here," he said tightening his hold, "breathe through it, and don't let the pain own you." Their father knelt down in front of them and took Nathaniel's hands, letting him squeeze them as the tremor worked its way through.
"Fuck!" Nathaniel shouted, "It hurts so bad, why … why did he do this to me?"
"I don't know, Baby Brother," Foster said sadly, "I don't know … but you have to fight this. Ma is waiting for us, you can do it."
"Ma …" Nathaniel said between gasps, "how's is she doing? And our sisters …"
"Your ma is doing fine," their father said, "though she hasn't been quite as feisty as she was before you boys disappeared."
"Boys," Nathaniel said, "you didn't make it back home?" He glanced over his shoulder.
"I ran into some problems," Foster said, "but we'll go home together. How about our sisters Pa …" he changed the subject; he didn't need Nathaniel worrying about him right now.
"Wendy had a boy," their father said, "named the wee one, Nate, after his uncle" Foster loosened his grip as Nathaniel relaxed, his brother leaned his head back so it rested on his shoulder as he listened to his father talk about family. Eventually the soft even breathing told him Nathaniel had dozed back off. The door to the room opened and Belestra appeared carrying a tray. She smiled, "Amazing," she said softly, "rest will be the best medicine for him." She set the food down beside them and reached out pressing a hand on Nathaniel's forehead, there was a soft glow and then she bowed and left.
On the tray were savory cuts of meat, apples, bottle of wine, and few things they couldn't identify, as well as the bowl of broth for Nathaniel when he awoke. Foster ate one-handed, keeping his other arm wrapped around his brother's waist. When he felt the abdominal muscles start to tighten he'd rub his thumb against them until they relaxed, remarkably Nathaniel remained asleep. There were some muted sounds outside the window as the shutters were removed, there wasn't an immediate change in lighting, it had grown dark outside. So only the glow of streetlights entered through the pane.
After they finished eating, the priestess reappeared and cleared the tray leaving a pitcher of water and Nathaniel's cooled broth. She was accompanied by two elves who quickly laid out a couple of plush sleeping mats with blankets and pillows. After once again making sure they understood she was outside if needed, the three of them were left in peace.
"Do you want me to help move him to one of the mats?" his Pa asked.
Foster shook his head. "Let's not risk it," he whispered. "I'm pretty used to sleeping upright. I can rest and keep one eye on him, why don't you get some sleep?" He didn't mention his sitting sleeping habit had been caused by being wrapped up in the coils of a naga. Nodding his father slid his boots off and settled down in one of the makeshift bed.
"Wake me if you need me," he said as he shut his eyes.
Foster adjusted the blanket around them and wrapping his arms around Nathaniel's waist he closed his own eyes. Cool liquid being splashed into his lap awoke him with a start. His brother was having a fit, as he tightened his grip to keep him from falling he noticed Nathaniel held the bowl of broth in his hands. Taking it away he set it down and held him waiting for the tremors to stop.
"Sorry," Nathaniel whispered between gasps. "I didn't want to wake you."
"It's okay," Foster said, "we'll both wash." After a long moment there was one final shudder and Nathaniel let a mix between a sigh and sob. Foster picked up the broth again and held it to Nathaniel's lips letting him drink it straight from the bowl. Afterwards he set his brother to the side carefully as he stood and walked over to the door. Opening it he found a female elf he didn't know sitting on a chair outside.
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
"My brother is awake," Foster replied. "I was wondering if we could have the means to wash ourselves."
"It's in middle of the night," she replied with a frown.
"We'll see what we can do," Belestra said as she appeared from a room across the way. Foster noticed she had dark circles under her eyes.
"Didn't mean to wake you," he said apologetic.
She waved off his apology. "Please return to your brother," she said. "I cannot believe the encouraging effect you are having on him. I'll see what we can do about bathing at this time of night."
Foster stepped back into the darkened room. It took him a moment to find his brother standing over by the window in the light of the street lamp. He was in the process of removing a bandage from his hand. Hurrying over Foster stopped him. "Don't do that," he said. "The blood, skin and bandages are all one."
"They reek," Nathaniel said, "I reek … I want to be clean … I want to get better." Once again Foster picked up the subtle change in Nathaniel's posture so was able to catch him as he fell to his knees. "Fuck," his brother gasped. "It's like getting hit in the gut with a hot poker while fire ants feast on my arms and legs."
"Is that all?" Foster said with a smirk. "You big baby, and here I thought it was bad."
Nathaniel laughed as Foster pulled him close to him. The door to the room opened and in the soft light of lanterns a small army of elves arrived armed with two large tubs which were sat in the middle of the room. The noise woke their father who moved over to them to watch.
Lights were hung up throughout the room, giving it warm glow. Then a few sleepy elves stood over the tubs and out of thin air water appeared and splashed down inside. This was repeated a dozen times until Foster could see steam coming out of both bathtubs. Afterwards there was scented oils and bubble bath added. Foster chuckled and Nathaniel whispered, "You ain't seen anything yet, usually there are petals."
One of the elf maidens overheard him. "Do you require, rose petals Master Suntouched?"
Nathaniel shook his head. "Thank you, I'm sure this will be fine."
The room cleared out as quickly as they had come leaving behind the scented baths, variety of soaps and fresh towels. Belestra appeared, the dark circles remained under her eyes but she had changed out of her sleeping gown into a sleeveless shirt and long cotton pants. Her hair auburn hair pulled back into ponytail. "Let's get you into the bath," she said, gesturing to Nathaniel who stood and limped over to her.
As she started helping him undress Foster looked over at his father and raised an eyebrow. "Ma'am we can do that," their pa said.
"It's okay, Pa," Nathaniel replied as she helped him step out of the short pants he had been wearing. His younger brother was now naked except for the bandages he wore.
"By the Light," their pa said as he started forward, "not in front of a woman …"
Nathaniel and Belestra looked over at them, confused. A look of understanding came to his brother. "Oh," he said, "it's okay, Pa, it's an elf thing we aren't shy about our bodies in front of one another."
"I'm not an elf," their father said tensely as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Nathaniel's waist.
"Sir," Belestra said with a sigh. "He'll have to be naked before me for his healing. If it helps think of me as his healer instead of a woman, please let me help your son."
Foster shrugged and quickly stripped out of his own clothes. His father glanced over him and then shook his head and mumbled something under his breath as he backed away. Sliding into the hot water of the far tub, he let out a content sigh. Belestra helped his brother into the other one. "Hey, baby brother," he said, "which one of these am I supposed to use on my hair first?"
His brother looked through the bottles sitting next to his tub and finding one he tossed it over his shoulder and Foster caught it. "We're going to need to take some of this home with us," he said as he started washing.
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