“Glimpse to the past”
Send “Glimpse to the past” For a random memory from my muses childhood.
Wrapped snuggly in the woolen blankets, Toris' small form seemed even smaller beneath them, eyes scrunched closed, brow dampened by sweat. Despite that, his shoulders shivered, as if chilled, and he coughed weakly, a small whimper leaving his throat. It was nearly impossible to think straight. Everything felt hot and cold at the same time, and even trying to open his eyes was a struggle. His field of vision was blurred around the edges, but Toris could make out the voice of his mother speaking with someone else.
"How old is he again...?"
"Four... He's-- He's four, ma'am."
There was a silence before the other spoke again. "...I'm sorry, Mrs. Laurinaitis, but... it's very unlikely your son will make it."
Toris heard a choked sob. "No... that... that just can't be true... Isn't there anything else you can do...?!"
"I'm sorry, I've tried everything. For him to live... well, it will take a miracle."
Sleep was overtaking him once again, and Toris closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the pain he was in. He'd heard that word before... miracle. His father had said that when his brother was born. He didn't quite understand at the time, and he didn't understand now. But a miracle must be a good thing, he figured. As he slowly fell asleep once more, Toris wondered. Perhaps he could bring his family this so called miracle they needed. It couldn't be that hard, could it?
