Little Clinic

Lorcan had snatched his brother off of the bed, using the one fore-leg that he had manged to get into the room with him. He clutched Adrian to himself, feeling his twin shaking and still sobbing. He’d take Adrian away, fly to somewhere that was quiet, and wait for him to calm down. Then he could make him see that he wasn’t going to hurt him anymore. Then maybe he would want him and wouldn’t tell him to leave again. The dragon was pulling out of the room, snapping and growling at the doctors that attempted to take Adrian away from him. He froze when he saw Kieran, remembering clearly that this was the one that had killed him, but he felt nothing. Not panic or fear or pain at the sight of his older brother. His eyes narrowed, and he growled when he saw Kieran reaching out for Adrian, holding his brother all the more possessively. He backed away when Kieran drew closer, though he wasn’t growling anymore and he looked down at Adrian. His twin was still in his own world, arms tightly wrapped around his head, not aware of what was taking place. The dragon knew Adrian didn’t want him, but he would have wanted their older brother, wouldn’t he? Lorcan glanced up at Kieran, before looking down at Adrian again. Extending his fore-leg, he hesitated before putting Adrian down on the ground slowly. Lowering his head to try and nuzzle Adrian one last time, a pained expressed formed in his eyes when his brother flinched away from his touch. With a screech he pushed himself out of the clinic room. There was a pain in his heart that he had never felt before. No one wanted him. Backing away from the building, the weredragon continued to peer into the building before he forced himself to turn away and not look back. The burning pain in his heart flared with each step he took away from his brother. Seeing the white dog, he roared, charging and pinning down the creature to the ground.
“Why did you do this? Why did you bring me back? They don’t want me! No one wants me. Why couldn’t you leave me alone?” The pain was too much, but he couldn’t feel any other emotion. Even in this act of violence with him pressing his weight down and feeling the dog’s bones tremble and strain beneath, he couldn’t feel the anger he was desperate for. “Tell me!” Would setting his claws to his scales and removing his heart make this stop? Would the pain he couldn’t ease continue on even then just to torment him and prove he wasn’t wanted before and after his resurrection?

The dog barely struggled under the weredragon’s grip. It was crushing and painful, but nothing broke from the force. He looked up into the dragon’s eyes, whining at the pain it saw, not wanting to have been the cause of it but knowing it was. “They do want you, but you have to get it time. I know that might be hard, but you have to try both for them and for yourself.”
Lorcan didn’t have time to respond to the dog before he heard the scream and saw a half-shifted Kieran standing in front of him. He was backing away, off of the dog and away from the other weredragon when his head was grabbed and his head was pulled down. He stared back into his brother’s fiery eye out of shock before he hissed and pulled his head away. Someone else in his position would have felt angry, but all he continued to feel was the pain. Why was Kieran here? Why wasn’t he back there with Adrian? Then the fear ate away at the pain he felt, and he turned and ran when he heard his brother start to scream again. In his haste he hadn’t felt the small paws running up his tail, back and neck. He was about to stick his head into the building again when he heard the yowling growl, and a mass of black blocked his vision before needles stabbed into his eyes. Jumping back, he roared in renewed pain, shaking his head back and forth before trying to reach up and dislodge the cat that latched onto his face. There was barked and growling, hissing and spitting. He felt the cat being pulled, and the cat and dog were fighting again. There was warmth dripping down his face, and Lorcan shook his head again. What little vision he had was bloody, and dark. He felt at the wall, trying to find the hole to get back to Adrian. He didn’t feel any fear, and he was fairly sure the pain he was currently feeling were from his clawed eyes. The dragon gave up and slumped down next to the wall, still shaking his head slightly. At the whine he grew and little tense, barely seeing the dog that looked like it was cowering a few feet away. He lay his head back down, emotional and physical exhausted.
The dog stepped forwards when the dragon didn’t growl or bare his fangs. It felt the Were grow tense when it placed a paw on him. Reaching forwards, the dog licked at the dragon’s eyes, continuing to do so even when the dragon grumbled and growled. “I’m sorry for everything. I couldn’t leave you that lifeless, and binding you to Adrian was the best idea I could come up with.” The dog stepped down, seeing the dragon’s eyes were healing.
"You bound me to Adrian? What does that mean?" Lorcan stared down at the dog, not thanking it for healing his eyes. He had a sinking feeling he knew at least a part of what it meant to be bound to his twin, but he wasn't sure if feeling Adrian's emotions was the only thing there was to this.
"I had too," the dog repeated, ears pinning back. "I am not sure what it entails....I had known that it wouldn't have left you as lifeless as before, that you would be able to feel something and still be able to experience life as if you still had your soul."
Lorcan growled, not liking what he was told. So this creature took a risk? It didn't know what would happen to him, but it did what it felt was best. It would have been better if he had been left the way he had been before, even death might have been better. He looked away from the dog, refusing to acknowledge that the animal was there.
"I will leave you alone, Lorcan. I have interfered in your life too much. I do hope that you will be able to find happiness and live for much longer." The dog continued to look up at the weredragon, and turned away when it saw the dragon wasn't going to look back or say anything else. Padding off, the dog glanced up at Kieran as it passed him. Slowing down slightly, the dog picked up the pace and continued on. Oma had interfered too much with the Draeyva's. Leaving them alone would be best.
The dark blue dragon eventually turned his head to see the dog leaving. He let out a small sigh, resting his head on the ground again. There was an emptiness inside of him, something he hadn't cared about before, though he hadn't cared about anything until the dog bound him. Now he wasn't sure what that emptiness was, but it made him feel lost and even more alone than he had while he had be the prisoner of the Vercingetorix.

Oma thought it would be able to get away and not have to endure any more attacks by any weredragons, but it was wrong. This time it was the eldest Draeyva it had to deal with. Ears pinned back once again, the dog looked up at the red dragon as he trapped it. “Lorcan is upset. He believes there isn’t anyone that cares about him. In turn, he wanted to hurt me because I brought him back. I think that would have upset anyone, being brought back and then truly believing there still wasn’t anyone that cared about him.” The dog squirmed slightly, resting it’s fore-paws on one of Kieran’s claws. “I do not know everything that has happened in your brother’s life. I do not know all of the horrors he had experienced while the humans had him. What I do know is that he has spent years alone with no one to care for him. In order to survive he’s grown into the creature they had hoped to shape him to be. Now he no longer is that creature and that scares him. Emotions and relationships had caused pain, so the easiest thing for him had been to deny himself of both.” The dog avoided the dragon’s eye now, knowing that the next bit of news wouldn’t be easy to get through without being hurt again. “Death wouldn’t return Lorcan’s soul. I didn’t know how your brother would have been when I had brought him back to life without it. I had to do something when I saw what he was like afterwards. So I bound him to Adrian. I knew that would have helped Lorcan live more fully again, but it would be much different than if he had his own soul. I do not know the extent of this binding. I had no reason to try this before.”

Oma listened to what the eldest Draeyva had to say. The guilt and shame swelled up within it. The spirit was at a loss of words. What could it say to any of that? Had it had been a mistake to bring Lorcan back? That if it had known the whole story it might have thought it over? When Kieran was done, the dog stood up shakily, tail tucked. None of this had turned out the way it was supposed to. It had hoped to give Lorcan a second chance, to try for a happier life. What the spirit hadn’t considered was that perhaps the young weredragon wouldn’t have wanted a second chance. The thought hadn’t occurred to it that not everyone would have wanted that sort of chance. Whining and turning away, the spirit left, feeling that if it stayed any longer it would only make things worse.

Lorcan had remained laying down next to the building, his head resting between his fore-legs. He had wanted to go and see Adrian. Check up on him, make sure he really was okay, but he didn’t want the doctors to get mad at him again. So he stayed there, alone with the sense of not belonging and with the emptiness he couldn’t fill up. Seeing a large red figure coming towards him, he peered upwards. He froze when he saw it was Kieran. The last few moments of his struggle with Kieran’s fangs in his neck flashed in his mind. He looked away and sat up slowly, his body hunched defensively. His brother didn’t say anything, but the lashing of his long tail was putting him on edge. Was Kieran mad at him? It’s not like he did anything wrong. He didn’t tell the dog to do any of it. He didn’t hurt Adrian again. What was wrong now?

Feeling Kieran’s gaze on him, Lorcan begun to squirm. The silence was making this moment even more uncomfortable, but he didn’t know how to break it. When he tried to think of something to say, only one question continued to pop into his mind: Are you going to kill me again? The dark blue dragon met his brother’s gaze again just as he saw the red dragon leaning towards him. He closed his eyes tightly, and he shook slightly when he something on his head. His eyes fluttered open, hearing and feeling the rumble that came from Kieran. He pushed his head up against his brother’s chin for a moment and then Kieran left. Watching him leave, he peered in through the hole and watched.

Adrian had been looked after by the doctors and given a mild sedative to calm him down a bit. It had been hard to concentrate on staying awake, but he forced himself too. Concentration came much easier when he saw Kieran. He broke down once more as Kieran held him. Not as bad as it had been before, but still. He cried and clung to his older brother. It certainly didn’t feel like it was alright, but he held on tightly and decided to ignore his self-doubts, at least for now.

Adrian shook his head, but he didn't say anything. He lifted his head up slowly, still clutching onto his brother. "Do you see him too?" He spoke up quietly, looking at the gap in the wall. The dark blue dragon was looking back at them. Was this nightmare still going? Would it continue until Lorcan was killed? He looked away, burying his face into his older brother's shoulder. "Can we leave? I don't want to stay here." He didn't think they would be allowed to leave. He couldn't fly away, Kieran couldn't fly, but there had to be someone else that could take them away.

Adrian let himself be rocked, still holding onto his eldest brother. He knew they had to stay, but still…”I’m not going to rest. Not here.” The nightmares wouldn’t give him any peace. How was he supposed to rest when his murdered brother continued to stare at him? When the only one he trusted was his twin’s killer? It all seemed like a bad joke. Bad luck, a bad life, whatever it was to be called he knew there was no waking up from this. This was his reality. This must have been what insanity felt like. Had he finally gone over the edge and past the point of return? “Who are these people?” He moved to glanced about the room and what little he could see of the hallway. There wasn’t anyone there; at least not anyone he could see. “Do we know we can trust them?” He looked back at Kieran with wide eyes, clutching at onto his brother with his remaining fingers. His heart begun to pound faster, his breathing grew shallow. “How do we know they’re not going to send us back? I can’t go back! I can’t…not there, not again…I can’t, I can’t…” He clawed at his throat, willing himself to breathe, but there was something tightening, stopping him from getting air. Pushing away from Kieran, he looked back at the hole in the wall, seeing the dragon peering back at him still. He needed air. He crawled towards the hole, on his knee and elbows.

Lorcan screeched, shaking his head, and backing away from the building. There was sheer panic along with the feeling of suffocation. Neither of them were his though they felt as if they really were his own. Sticking his head into the clinic again, he ignored his flinching twin as he drew closer. He lay his head down on the ground next to his brother’s trembling form, leaning against him slowly. He wanted to take him and leave, would have done so too if he knew the doctors wouldn’t drag Adrian back into the clinic. He wanted to help. To ease the panic he felt through this connection he had to his brother. He looked back to Kieran, at a loss. From everything he had been taught none of it could help him now. He had been taught to instill panic, not relieve it.