Brea Clare Fortune (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
musicae_amore) wrote2012-02-26 06:14 pm
musicae_amore) wrote2012-02-26 06:14 pm
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Wake me up inside.
Who: Brea, Albert, Topher
When: Early hours Saturday night/Sunday morning.
It had been a late night at the club and the three of them had been larking around as they closed up. Brea couldn’t help but think how nice it was to see her brother so relaxed and having fun, and Topher always seemed to bring out the slightly competitive side in him.
The two of them had been arguing over music while they finished cleaning the glasses and wiping down tables, trying to out do one another on the knowledge they had. And once the place was clean they decided to have a couple of beers, and out came the guitars. Brea listened to the two of them, battling tunes on the guitars for a while before it turned into the two of them just jamming together and having a bit of a sing song. Topher was a lot like her brother in too many ways. The wild hair, large bushy eyebrows, the stubble and also their love for music that never seemed to fade. The two boys had often talked about the album Albert had been paid to make, and how it was a shame the company had gone bust before it had been released. And as they talked, so animated, Albert reminded Brea of a boy he’d been years ago.
Blinking back tears, Brea looked down at the hospital bed, the beeping machines and then the tubes and wires which were all connected to her brother. She wanted nothing more than to rip them all out and take him home, but with what the doctor’s said she knew she couldn’t.
Brea hated hospitals.
Feeling a hand on her own, she turned to see Topher standing beside her. His wrist was broken and one side of his face was cut and bruised. No words passed between them, but the guilt in his eyes was apparent. Shaking her head she leaned against him, closing her eyes as he wrapped his good arm around her. Finally Brea started to cry.
It was 3am by the time she locked up the bar, Topher and Albert were on the pavement beside her play fighting like a couple of 12 year olds, laughing as they did.
“Okay, okay, I surrender…” Topher said as he raised his hands up in defence, trying to catch his breath as he stepped backwards off of the pavement. Bending over he laughed softly and shook his head.
It was Albert who saw the lights of the car.
It was Albert who ran across the road and pushed his friend out of the way.
It was Albert who the car hit…
It was Brea who screamed!
Unable to move, Brea watched as the car hit her brother, not stopping as it swerved down the street away from them. Tears blurred her vision and across the street she could see Topher on the road, cradling his hand while blood trickled from wounds on his face and Albert… he wasn’t moving.
Somewhere in the distance Brea swore she could hear sirens, and then movement down the street as people came out to help.
Having told Topher to go home and rest, Brea finished talking to the cops and told them to go to the bar in the morning and collect the CCTV footage from the bar. Finally left alone she sat in a chair beside her brothers bed and curled up a little, waiting for him to wake up. Willing him to do it. For Brea, this was too much like weeks ago when Triton had come for her to help with Albert’s suicide attempt, only this time she knew she couldn’t make him wake up. Both were things she really didn’t want to talk about.
Every time she closed her eyes she could hear the sound of the car tired screeching as it sped off and her own screams.
***
SWS post connected to this [Getting coffee from hospital vending machine]
When: Early hours Saturday night/Sunday morning.
It had been a late night at the club and the three of them had been larking around as they closed up. Brea couldn’t help but think how nice it was to see her brother so relaxed and having fun, and Topher always seemed to bring out the slightly competitive side in him.
The two of them had been arguing over music while they finished cleaning the glasses and wiping down tables, trying to out do one another on the knowledge they had. And once the place was clean they decided to have a couple of beers, and out came the guitars. Brea listened to the two of them, battling tunes on the guitars for a while before it turned into the two of them just jamming together and having a bit of a sing song. Topher was a lot like her brother in too many ways. The wild hair, large bushy eyebrows, the stubble and also their love for music that never seemed to fade. The two boys had often talked about the album Albert had been paid to make, and how it was a shame the company had gone bust before it had been released. And as they talked, so animated, Albert reminded Brea of a boy he’d been years ago.
Blinking back tears, Brea looked down at the hospital bed, the beeping machines and then the tubes and wires which were all connected to her brother. She wanted nothing more than to rip them all out and take him home, but with what the doctor’s said she knew she couldn’t.
Brea hated hospitals.
Feeling a hand on her own, she turned to see Topher standing beside her. His wrist was broken and one side of his face was cut and bruised. No words passed between them, but the guilt in his eyes was apparent. Shaking her head she leaned against him, closing her eyes as he wrapped his good arm around her. Finally Brea started to cry.
It was 3am by the time she locked up the bar, Topher and Albert were on the pavement beside her play fighting like a couple of 12 year olds, laughing as they did.
“Okay, okay, I surrender…” Topher said as he raised his hands up in defence, trying to catch his breath as he stepped backwards off of the pavement. Bending over he laughed softly and shook his head.
It was Albert who saw the lights of the car.
It was Albert who ran across the road and pushed his friend out of the way.
It was Albert who the car hit…
It was Brea who screamed!
Unable to move, Brea watched as the car hit her brother, not stopping as it swerved down the street away from them. Tears blurred her vision and across the street she could see Topher on the road, cradling his hand while blood trickled from wounds on his face and Albert… he wasn’t moving.
Somewhere in the distance Brea swore she could hear sirens, and then movement down the street as people came out to help.
Having told Topher to go home and rest, Brea finished talking to the cops and told them to go to the bar in the morning and collect the CCTV footage from the bar. Finally left alone she sat in a chair beside her brothers bed and curled up a little, waiting for him to wake up. Willing him to do it. For Brea, this was too much like weeks ago when Triton had come for her to help with Albert’s suicide attempt, only this time she knew she couldn’t make him wake up. Both were things she really didn’t want to talk about.
Every time she closed her eyes she could hear the sound of the car tired screeching as it sped off and her own screams.
***
SWS post connected to this [Getting coffee from hospital vending machine]
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Mac leaned against the door, watching Bella snuggle down next to Al, her fingers twining around his hair.
“I could call in some favours. Have someone stronger heal him.”
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Brea looked back at him and frowned a little, "You're not coming in and sitting with him?"
She chewed her lip, "It's not my decision, that's something only mom and dad can decide on as they're his next of kin. But I don't know if the risk is worth it."
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At her prompting, Mac moved into the room, standing next to the bed. "You ever wonder if it is true about the prince waking the beauty up with a kiss?"
He looked down at Al.
"I want to see if it would work."
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She moved from where she was sitting, motioning for him to take the seat and she moved to sit the other side, watching Bella snuggle against her 'father'. "Careful, someone here might steal your idea." Carefully she moved her brothers arm and wrapped it over Bella as she cuddled against him.
"And I don't think Albert would ever live down the fact he's your princess."
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He didn't pause to think about it, moving closer to Al he leaned down and gently kissed Al's lips. "Baby, come back, Bella and I need you."
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Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched the kiss, she watched as Bella leaned in and snuggled against both her father's as Fia kissed him. Her gaze lowered, feeling like she was intruding on a private moment.
It was in this moment that the beeping monitor started to speed up as his heart rate did.
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He reached out and ran his finger tips across Al’s lips, then brushed them across Bella’s cheek. “We may not be a fairytale, yet, but he always had my true love kiss.”
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"Do you remember the first time you met him? Albert I mean? I remember he wouldn't leave your side but that night he stayed in my room and all he talked about for hours was you. He was like that for days, but after a while he stopped talking because it was like you were a dream to him, his fairytale." She sighed softly, "I think it's why he tries to hard to cling too you, he doesn't understand it's suffocating you."
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His voice was low and his expression distant as he thought about the time he had first seen Al.
"He has never smoothered me, we just have some problems in communication that we'll work on."
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She looked down at where Bella was laying, almost falling asleep against Albert, "You love him a lot, don't you."