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Guardians - 7 Days of Hallowe'en - 27th October (Double Drabble)
The lights in medical had been dimmed to night-time levels, lulling Napoleon into a light doze in his chair. He hadn’t had any proper sleep since before he’d brought his partner in, with a gunshot wound in his chest, thirty-six hours previously. The doctors had given him a good prognosis, but Solo wouldn’t leave until Illya woke.
Sensing movement in the room, Napoleon opened his eyes and was startled by the sight of a woman leaning over the unconscious form in the bed. Somehow, he knew she wasn’t a threat. He watched in silence as she gently stroked Illya’s hair and sang him a Russian lullaby. The woman then kissed his forehead and leaned near his ear.
“Prosypaysya Illyusha. (Wake up Illyusha),”she whispered.
Illya’s eyes opened and he squinted at the figure above him.
“Mama?”
She softly stroked the cheek of her son before turning to Napoleon.
“Spaciba,” she thanked him, as she faded away.
. . . . . . . . . .
When he was recovered, Illya made no mention of his dead mother’s visit. Napoleon figured that, even if his partner remembered, he’d probably just put it down to delirium. Solo however, would never forget it.
Sensing movement in the room, Napoleon opened his eyes and was startled by the sight of a woman leaning over the unconscious form in the bed. Somehow, he knew she wasn’t a threat. He watched in silence as she gently stroked Illya’s hair and sang him a Russian lullaby. The woman then kissed his forehead and leaned near his ear.
“Prosypaysya Illyusha. (Wake up Illyusha),”she whispered.
Illya’s eyes opened and he squinted at the figure above him.
“Mama?”
She softly stroked the cheek of her son before turning to Napoleon.
“Spaciba,” she thanked him, as she faded away.
. . . . . . . . . .
When he was recovered, Illya made no mention of his dead mother’s visit. Napoleon figured that, even if his partner remembered, he’d probably just put it down to delirium. Solo however, would never forget it.
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