@weheirsofdurin gets a starter for sad brothers
The first thing Kili feels is confusion. For a few long moments - moments he spends slowly trying to open his eyes - he really, truly, doesn't know quite what's happened.
Every part of him feels heavy, though thankfully any lingering pain hasn't quite hit him yet. Swallowing thickly despite how dry his mouth is, Kili dares movement. His legs, when he shifts them slightly, put up little protest beyond a certain stiffness that tells him nothing other than that he's been laying still for too long.
A subtle movement of his right arm yields more or less the same result, but it's when he moves his left that the first flash of pain reaches him; an ache across his chest that has him wincing and falling still; and then it all comes back.
The battle, Tauriel fighting practically beside him, Bolg, standing over him - the pain in what he was so sure were his final moments. His brother, telling him to go the other way, and then.... Suddenly, whatever pain it will cause him doesn't matter in the slightest, Kili braces on his arms and tries to sit up, unfocused eyes searching in hope that he isn't the only one recovering here, and calling out with a voice scratchy from disuse.
"Fili?!" In truth, Kili doesn't know how badly either of them are injured, but he forces himself mostly upright regardless of the damage he might do, only allowing himself a moment of stillness when he spots a second cot. His panic slows, but sticks around as worry, and the younger prince calls out again.
"Fee?"
