Convergence Chapter 6
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Chapter Six Paul made his way slowly through the streets, pressing a hand to his side, face drawn tight with pain.

Convergence Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Paul made his way slowly through the streets, pressing a hand to his side, face drawn tight with pain.

His mismatched eyes glimmered, and he hurriedly unlocked his door, nearly falling inside his small home.

He barely managed to close the door before he collapsed, curling into the fetal position as pain wracked through him.

He clenched his teeth, shitting his eyes tight, body shaking.

As always, it felt like fire was being poured through the veins, like ice was being driven through his skin, like tiny, sharp needles were stabbing him from the inside out.

“Make it stop,” he hissed between his teeth. “God, make it stop.” A ragged yell tore from his throat, and his eyes flew open as the pain doubled, and a hoarse whimper tugged its way out.

What felt like hours later, he dragged himself to his feet. “I can't do this anymore. I can't.” He whispered to himself, collapsing on his couch.

His eyes, the left eye brown and the right blue, stared vacantly at the floor.

He shook his head, and stood up again, walking to the kitchen. Grabbing a bite to eat, he surveyed the pantry, and cursed. He'd have to go shopping soon. But not today.

He couldn't do anything more today, not after what had just happened.

Always, when something like that happened, one of his what he called “attacks”, he never had the energy to do much afterward.

Stumbling back to the couch, he leaned his head back, closing his eyes to sleep.

He had nearly fallen asleep when three quick knocks sounded at the door. With a groan, he hauled himself to his feet, opening the door.

“Paul!” Greeted the person enthusiastically.

He summoned up a small smile. “Hey, Horan.” Horan was his younger brother, 16 years old.

“Paul, you look awful. What happ-oh, right. I'm so sorry.” Horan said, brown eyes flicking over Paul's body.

Paul grinned weakly. “Yeah.”

Horan sighed angrily. “I wish...I wish that damn Fae hadn't done what they did! Because now you've got to live with-with this!” He exploded.

Paul laughed softly. “Don’t I know it.” He shook his head.

Horan sighed. “Mom and Dad wanted me to ask you to come for dinner, but you don't have to, if you aren't feeling up to it.”

Paul smiled. “No, I'll come. I just won't be moving too fast.” He said, only slightly joking. He slipped on his shoes, following Horan back to their parents place.

His mom greeted him with a hug. “Paul! It's been so long!”

He smiled. “Not that long, Mom.”

Horan tapped Jayla's shoulder. “Mom, be gentle with him. He had one of his episodes today.”

Jayla immediately released him, touching his shoulder gently. “Oh, Paul, I'm so sorry, honey.”

He clenched his jaw, shooting a glance at Horan. Sure, he loved his brother, but that didn't mean he was okay with him blabbering it to Jayla like that. “I'm fine, Mom.”

She nodded. “If you say so.”

His father, Karo, came out of the kitchen. “Paul! Good to see you. Now, let's eat!”

Paul laughed. That was his father. Mind on his stomach. They sat down to dinner, and began to eat.

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