Dandelions

62. Thanks

It had been a few days since awakening, but the young man was still weakly rubbed on his sickly bed. His strength ran out in the air, not even though most of the time he spent sailing the sea of cotton. A too long mane makes the joints too stiff to just move. He becomes tired quickly even for small interactions.

All drugs and their nutritional needs also switch to intravenous fluids that drip every 3 seconds.

The inflammation that infected his throat made it difficult for him to swallow even to speak. Sometimes also the pain that stabbed the nerves of his taste forced the medical party to inject the pain reliever and let the drowsiness washed him away in the foam of dreams.

Doctors say his immune system is weakened so susceptible to disease.

But the universe seems a little friendly to him. Dew that fades with the presence of the bagaskara also brings the pain evaporates. The next morning there was no pain that first greeted him, or even woke him up while consciousness was still in the clouds.

The bright hue that adorned the face of the younger brother inevitably invited relief that immediately burst into the inner Hali. At least he no longer needs to see the expression of the pain of the Typhoon that sometimes still carried to his sleep.

"Sister, drink." The hoarse voice caught the attention of Hali who had been watching in silence.

Threw a glass of water on the nightstand, do not forget the straw to facilitate drinking it.

Typhoon sipped slowly, then retreated after his thirst was treated. He leaned back on the head of the bed, closing his eyes for a moment with a slightly forced deep breath. Although the oxygen mask has been replaced nasal cannula, still there is tightness enveloping his chest.

"Still a little?" Worried about accompanying the question, as evidenced by the look of Hali's face shrouded in anxiety.

If this is the case, Taufan will only review the smile, showing that he is fine. Well, he's always been like that.

"No, that's okay. Just a little lemes, bit."

"Eat again, huh?" Hali prepared with a spoonful of white porridge in his hand. It was his first food after a long time did not taste the pleasure of food directly. Although he ate it very slowly because his throat was still sore but Hali still fed it painfully.

Perhaps he will never meet the soft side of a Hali if not with his current condition. It's tsundere. Behind his cold persona was a warmth that many people could not read. Hali secretly cares for the people around him, although sometimes without them knowing. And that's what Typhoon is encountering right now.

Typhoon fluttered, staring saturated at a spoonful of porridge that was umpteenth time thrown at him.

"Udah ah, brother." Say it later.

Hali sighed, the bowl of porridge in his hand only reduced by a few spoons, "Newly bit."

"Sister, don't want to... If forced to vomit instead." Resist the subtle Typhoon. He can no longer be crammed with porridge without that taste. It turns out that the hospital food is not as tasty as many people rumored.

Hali. He then moved, washing his hands in the sink after cleaning the tableware and returning to the position he had sat before.

"Where the hell is my brother? How lonely."

"Well school again, if Ethan again has business." Hali said without taking his eyes off the apples he was peeling.

The typhoon did not resist when Hali thrust a piece of apple. Eliminating the bitterness in his tongue with an apple was not a bad thing he thought, though then had to go to great lengths to swallow it.

"Oh, brother, about the man who kidnapped Ken at that time, who the hell was he?" Ask Typhoon suddenly. As Hali's gaze lifted, with narrowed eyes and eyebrows swooping, "Taufan, you know that's not what you should be thinking." The voice was low, sounding intimidating. He did not like the topic of conversation that his first brother raised.

"I was just wondering, why did she kidnap Ken? He was intent on killing me. And why does he know mom's dad?"

The series of questions were thrown without any pause that separated and completely silenced Hali. A pair of ruby beads are patterning. For a moment I looked to answer.

How will Typhoon respond later if he knows his parents were deliberately killed? Even he and Ken fall victim to the psychopath's insane revenge. He was afraid that the boy would do something even more desperate and harm himself again.

"Sister?" For a long time the owner of the sword-sharp eyes struggled with his mind, before his gaze was shaded with his breath heavily blown.

"Forget about that incident. I don't want you to think strangely and even worsen your condition. About the man was taken care of by Ethan as well as Tera. He won't be able to touch you or hurt you again. Now mending you rest. Just focus on your health, let me recover. Okay?"

Hali knows, that's not the answer that Typhoon wants. Perhaps you also think he just escaped from the shadow of guilt over his ill-treatment all along.

But really, all he did for the good of the Hurricane itself. It is enough that only he and Ken know the truth. So that they can rearrange the pieces that had been destroyed because of their respective egos. Reconnecting threads that had broken in their brotherhood. Repairing things that previously cracked.

He then rose up, to lead the body of the Typhoon to lie down again.

"I thought I was going to die that day."

Hali's hand movements came to a halt as the soft voice pulled over in his ear. For a moment his attention fell on the face of the sister who at that time did not show any expression.

His sky marbles were shady looking far away. Unreadable as what kind of turmoil that was plaguing the young man.

"It feels like the real cake wants to die anyway. The pain can't be described with words." His words recalled the remnants of the memory he was able to photograph before consciousness was snatched away.

"Fa!" Hali hinted to end this chat.

Didn't you know he got hurt when Typhoon said that? It was like being reminded of the fear that almost killed him when he first found the boy in a terrible condition that continued in a very long hush.

"I was really scared at the time. Half of it I gave up on my own life. But I was scared. I'm afraid I can't see you guys anymore."

The next second, their beads met. The two eyes of different colors are clashing with each other, just stretching the time to explore the meaning behind the twinkle that emanates.

A smile rose on those still colorless lips, reading a deep sincerity there.

"But it turns out I still can, it's thanks to Hali. Thank you, brother, I've dipped in Ken."

His blood rippled, there was something in him that felt like he was being pinched strongly when he heard the words of Taufan.

He's mistaken. It's a useless brother. He can't even protect himself. His arrival may not change anything if Khai doesn't help.

"Fa.."

His tongue was too thick to continue speaking. There was something he wanted to say but it was hard to say. About feelings of guilt, apologies and thanks for everything.

Without being able to hold back that burning feeling for too long, he pulled the frail body of his sister in a warm embrace. Delivering a million flavors that he failed to string together in words.

"You're my sister. You should know that I love you."

"Yes, I know. Thanks."

The fact that the Typhoon still holds such great affection after all the injuries they inflicted changes nothing at all. The current hurricane is still the same as the hurricane he used to know. Who is always cheerful and forgiving, but makes Hali feel even more guilty.