02-27-2019, 04:09 PM
Dizzy didn’t push Zor, didn’t rush to his side to try and fix what was broken between them. She had her babies to cuddle, and her battered heart had learned what it was to need space. The least she could do was give him the same. Especially when she’d seen the way the light went out of his eyes looking at her, the pain hiding in the depths of shadows she’d put there. She hurt him with every breath, with every turn, with every choice she made and everything she didn’t feel. He deserved some time to gather himself together, and she gave it. She took care of the kids and herself and let him have his space, for a little while.
But he was still her brother, and she couldn’t help but worry.
She’d seen the sickness in him, the plague burning in his veins just like it had burned in Dov’s, and Zor had no one to fuss over him and take care of him. No one to brush the hair back from his face, hold him when shivers wracked his body, no one to croon soft comfort in his ears and tell him it was gonna be alright. Maybe staying away was just another way of being a coward. And she was sick to death of being afraid.
So she went to him, setting aside all of her shit to be there for her brother when he was sick and hurting. Even if she was the reason why. She tracked him down and sidled up next to him in the shade he loved so much, pressed her lips to his forehead in a covert attempt to check how high his fever was running. “Zor,” she murmured softly, brushing his forelock off his face and peering down at him with worried eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve missed you. How are you feeling, honey, that cough sounds awful.”
But he was still her brother, and she couldn’t help but worry.
She’d seen the sickness in him, the plague burning in his veins just like it had burned in Dov’s, and Zor had no one to fuss over him and take care of him. No one to brush the hair back from his face, hold him when shivers wracked his body, no one to croon soft comfort in his ears and tell him it was gonna be alright. Maybe staying away was just another way of being a coward. And she was sick to death of being afraid.
So she went to him, setting aside all of her shit to be there for her brother when he was sick and hurting. Even if she was the reason why. She tracked him down and sidled up next to him in the shade he loved so much, pressed her lips to his forehead in a covert attempt to check how high his fever was running. “Zor,” she murmured softly, brushing his forelock off his face and peering down at him with worried eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve missed you. How are you feeling, honey, that cough sounds awful.”