[Martin's sat up by now, pressing his hand firmly to the gash that's oozing blood. his voice trembles as he protests; small and thick. he doesn't bring up how much he still desperately wants her approval, her love; Algric knows. and Martin has all but completely disappeared from the thought.
their mother clearly wants to say something, but that's when one arm slowly rises and her hand clutches her chest; each knuckle so taut that they're white with the strain. her breathing had already been labored, but somehow she manages to let out a scream. not a high-pitched shriek, no: this scream is guttural, and speaks not only of terror, but of hatred. and agony.
what's high-pitched instead is the heart monitor that's picking up an unnatural pace and shrieking for medical attention; Martin shoots up from the chair, asking her what's wrong, reaching out but not daring to touch. her volume only increases, though her voice is starting to go hoarse and she starts struggling to breathe. Martin chokes out that he's sorry, he'll get a nurse, when several burst in through the door.
one glance at Algric, who's much more manifested than himself, and Martin vanishes. best not to have questions later. only his other self can see him now, though Martin refuses to leave his mother's side, even as she's surrounded by staff. "a heart attack," "call a doctor", are just snippets heard through the flurry of activity, and Martin nearly crumples to his knees. he wants so badly to reappear; to be the one friendly face that she sees, to be there for her in this horrible moment, even despite what just happened--]
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Date: 2020-12-15 03:50 am (UTC)[Martin's sat up by now, pressing his hand firmly to the gash that's oozing blood. his voice trembles as he protests; small and thick. he doesn't bring up how much he still desperately wants her approval, her love; Algric knows. and Martin has all but completely disappeared from the thought.
their mother clearly wants to say something, but that's when one arm slowly rises and her hand clutches her chest; each knuckle so taut that they're white with the strain. her breathing had already been labored, but somehow she manages to let out a scream. not a high-pitched shriek, no: this scream is guttural, and speaks not only of terror, but of hatred. and agony.
what's high-pitched instead is the heart monitor that's picking up an unnatural pace and shrieking for medical attention; Martin shoots up from the chair, asking her what's wrong, reaching out but not daring to touch. her volume only increases, though her voice is starting to go hoarse and she starts struggling to breathe. Martin chokes out that he's sorry, he'll get a nurse, when several burst in through the door.
one glance at Algric, who's much more manifested than himself, and Martin vanishes. best not to have questions later. only his other self can see him now, though Martin refuses to leave his mother's side, even as she's surrounded by staff. "a heart attack," "call a doctor", are just snippets heard through the flurry of activity, and Martin nearly crumples to his knees. he wants so badly to reappear; to be the one friendly face that she sees, to be there for her in this horrible moment, even despite what just happened--]