| vegas, mika |
[Dec. 10th, 2009|12:40 am] |
There were some nights when Vegas slept like the dead. He felt guilty for those nights, like he shouldn't ever be able to sleep at all when he had no idea where Murphy was or what was happening to him. He wasn't dead, Vegas knew that much. He still felt him, and some nights he felt him so badly that it hurt and cut through his bones that he couldn't even breathe or think straight. Tonight was one of those nights.
The heavy feeling of despair had started in the pit of his stomach and had finally worked its way up into Vegas' chest, and it was only going to spread. Whatever was going on with his brother, this feeling was most certainly a reaction to it. Vegas felt helpless. All he wanted to do was reach out and comfort Murphy, but he couldn't, and he hated feeling so useless. He'd always been able to be there for Murphy. Always the stronger twin that took care of the younger one, even if Murphy was only younger by a few minutes. He was still younger, and Vegas took care of him.
Sitting up in bed, he rubbed a hand over his face with an exhausted sigh. This was the fourth night straight this week that he just couldn't sleep. Mika was curled up beside him, and Vegas glanced back at the younger boy as he reached for his cigarettes. He couldn't help but wonder why Mika was there, why he put up with his shit. But Mika never wavered, and for that, Vegas was really thankful even if he never said as much. |
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| reagan, liam, adam, parker, elijah, shay (and a sleeping murphy) |
[Dec. 10th, 2009|02:30 am] |
( Reagan gets nabbed. ) |
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