sttormsofnight

“I’ll try.” Seth murmured, whimpering softly. “I… I don’t know. I mean we should talk about it but…” He still wasn’t sure if he really wanted that. Not yet. “I’m really tired and everything hurts.” Seth stopped talking for a few minutes, keeping his eyes closed tightly. “Peter, I really want to sleep.”

There was a shuffling as Peter heard his team lift Seth, and when he heard one of them say they had him, Peter relaxed just barely. “Get him to Terra. She can start healing him up. I’ll be there with Malia in an hour.” he ordered, knowing the others could hear before his attention turned to Seth’s voice. “Baby boy, stay awake a little longer, okay? Terra is going to take care of you until I’m there and then I won’t leave your side until you’re better. I swear, okay? Then you can say those words. Don’t go to sleep yet.”

Malia reached to take the phone when her father’s grip got too tight and she heard the almost inaudible sound of the phone starting to crack. “Seth, it’s MAlia.” she said, runnign fingers through her father’s hair. “I have to help dad get packed, so I’m putting headphones in so we can get ready to leave, okay?” She looked at the screen tracking the phones and smiled, helping her father from his chair and towards his room. “Terra is just around the corner. You’ll be able to rest soon. What kind of wound is it, can you tell me?”