David Zimmerman (soeccentric) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-23 11:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july, ellie |
WHO: David and Ellie
WHAT: Dual comfort.
WHERE: Quarantine, Ellie's room.
WHEN: July 23rd, 2019; Immediately after this.
RATING: TBD, maybe a low-medium
By now, David should've been used to death. It was around them all the time; death and "un-death," as it were. But when those particular deaths hit too close to home, it was hard to be so nonchalant about it. Or so David was learning, anyway. He hadn't been around when his parents had died; Elliot had been the one to kill them. That was a double edged sword. It saved David the pain of having to say goodbye, but he also... never got to say goodbye. To be honest, now that he'd experienced both sides of that coin, he wasn't sure which one was better. He stopped. His brother was gone. For the next few months, he really would be the last Zimmerman standing. At least until his brother's baby was born. This wasn't how he expected things to go. Elliot reminded him that the strong didn't always survive, but that didn't mean... David still felt wrong, being the only one left to carry on their family name. Before he continued down the hall, he glanced over his shoulder at the room for a couple of minutes, watching Leah guide Rae down the hall and toward the door. A couple of times, Rae tried to turn around, but Leah eventually got her to the door. David moved to turn, and head toward Ellie's room again, but didn't make it all the way around before he heard a loud, echoing BANG! coming from behind him. He jumped, closed his eyes tight and looked down and to the right. It... had really happened. His brother was really gone. Maybe he shouldn't have left Leah to deal with Rae alone, but he didn't... he couldn't console anyone when he needed to be comforted, too. So, pushing back tears again, he headed toward Ellie's room. She was sleeping. Maybe I should go... he thought, but then shook his head no. He could wait. Just a little while, until she woke up. Pulling the cell door open, he moved one of the chairs in the room over beside her bed and sat, his head in his hands, trying to compose his thoughts a little bit. |