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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
"Iva-an. Ivan."
Blinking out of his stupor, Ivan shivered as he felt his sister press against him. His throat worked furiously to swallow and he opened his mouth only to have the blood pool out. She was right. He was bleeding. When had that happened? He'd been vaguely aware that there was something in his mouth, but he passed it off as drool from an overwhelming stress.
Unlike what happened at the center of the town, Ivan heard what his sister said, but it didn't stop him from panicking as she left him. He limped after her, the sight of the house becoming more apparent and cementing his fear of the reality that faced them. His mother wasn't there.
But his grandfather was, and his father was cursing and Ivan's eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the dizziness of it all.
"Sh ... shoulder ... hurts," It felt like the bleeding had stopped, and Ivan grew uncomfortable with the way the blood began to dry on his lips. He shook his head and weakly opened his mouth, feeling the bite injury he had inflicted upon himself during the stress of it all. Aurum was sitting there sobbing Moth's name. She can't be dead. It's not possible!
Blinking out of his stupor, Ivan shivered as he felt his sister press against him. His throat worked furiously to swallow and he opened his mouth only to have the blood pool out. She was right. He was bleeding. When had that happened? He'd been vaguely aware that there was something in his mouth, but he passed it off as drool from an overwhelming stress.
Unlike what happened at the center of the town, Ivan heard what his sister said, but it didn't stop him from panicking as she left him. He limped after her, the sight of the house becoming more apparent and cementing his fear of the reality that faced them. His mother wasn't there.
But his grandfather was, and his father was cursing and Ivan's eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the dizziness of it all.
"Sh ... shoulder ... hurts," It felt like the bleeding had stopped, and Ivan grew uncomfortable with the way the blood began to dry on his lips. He shook his head and weakly opened his mouth, feeling the bite injury he had inflicted upon himself during the stress of it all. Aurum was sitting there sobbing Moth's name. She can't be dead. It's not possible!