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muserevival2013-11-25 01:20 pm
irishblood) wrote in muserevival2013-11-25 01:20 pm
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044.3. Drabble
Shame
Corey was numb. It felt hard to move. It felt hard to breathe. It didn’t feel real. When his mom called him and told him that he had to meet her at the hospital straight away, the sick feeling in his stomach was already churning. He had tried to ask her what happened, was someone hurt, was someone sick, was it Ciaran, or was Bailey. She told him she just needed to see him in person straight away, and she would talk to him there.
Nothing could have prepared him for the nightmare he walked into. It was like he was being dragged into the depths of Hell all over again and when he was barely feeling like he made it out in one piece the first time. And there, all-encompassing him, was knowing how awful he was to his uncle the last time he spoke to him. He was selfish, and he was petulant. He was an arsehole, and he made his Uncle Euan feel like he didn’t care about his happiness. Shame didn’t cut it. Corey was crushed.
Now he was sitting stiffly and numbly in the surgical waiting room while the trauma surgeons did everything in their power to save his uncle’s life. He wanted to try to think positively, but he was being drowned by memories of being told his grandparents had been killed, and he could not shake the fear that someone was going to come through those large doors and tell them Euan was dead.
Corey Fitzpatrick ♦ Original Character
Corey was numb. It felt hard to move. It felt hard to breathe. It didn’t feel real. When his mom called him and told him that he had to meet her at the hospital straight away, the sick feeling in his stomach was already churning. He had tried to ask her what happened, was someone hurt, was someone sick, was it Ciaran, or was Bailey. She told him she just needed to see him in person straight away, and she would talk to him there.
Nothing could have prepared him for the nightmare he walked into. It was like he was being dragged into the depths of Hell all over again and when he was barely feeling like he made it out in one piece the first time. And there, all-encompassing him, was knowing how awful he was to his uncle the last time he spoke to him. He was selfish, and he was petulant. He was an arsehole, and he made his Uncle Euan feel like he didn’t care about his happiness. Shame didn’t cut it. Corey was crushed.
Now he was sitting stiffly and numbly in the surgical waiting room while the trauma surgeons did everything in their power to save his uncle’s life. He wanted to try to think positively, but he was being drowned by memories of being told his grandparents had been killed, and he could not shake the fear that someone was going to come through those large doors and tell them Euan was dead.