Yo Minty_The_Cat you might wanna read this

Also spoilers for the end of the Fairy Boy, the second book in the Gifted Trilogy
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Dylan could feel himself fading fast as Will dragged him back the the camp.

Colors were swirling about his brain and the ground was bouncing up and down. His arms were wet and it took Dylan a long time to realizes it was his own cold sweat. He could really think clearly, he just knew he was going back, and that he wanted to die.

Dylan could remember the moment he was crushed by the ceiling.

He remembered how he had wanted Will to leave him there, he had wanted to stay within the collapsing building and just be buried underneath the debris. He would be dead, plus they didn't even have to take the trouble to bury him. Dylan remembered the burning rage he had felt when Will had refused to leave the place without him, even though Dylan had nearly ruined Will relationship with Genny.

Dylan realized, Genny wasn't quite as beautiful as she was before, she wasn't as kind, she had lost that glow Dylan remembered she possessed whenever she walked by him. A part of him no longer desired her after she had roughly denied him.

Will was saying something, Dylan didn't catch it. He was trying to ale sense of the situation around him, something was wrong.

His legs, Dylan was practically being dragged and he realized he couldn't feel his legs.

He tried looking down, there was a huge gash down his calf, that was probably why he was so dizzy, loss of blood.

His legs, the ceiling. He remembered the moment Will had warned him the ceiling was going to fall, and that he should move.

Dylan hadn't moved, he thought he was finally going to die. Then he remembered thinking, he wasn't sure if he was ready to die.

Then the ceiling had fallen in on him.

"Dylan, please look up at me, are you all right?" A panicked voice wheezed into his ear.

"Icie?" He mumbled, Dylan's heart was being really loud, it was kind of annoying.

"Come on you're going to be alright." Icie soothed, suddenly Dylan wasn't being dragged anymore, not that his feet hurt or anything, why were they so numb again?

He must have blacked out, the next thing he knew was he was lying on a bed, someone was yelling. Ice was yelling, someone was above him, Anakin was his name. Anakin was talking.

"Can you hear me Dylan?"

Then Dylan blacked out again.

He could see his father, He was sitting as the bedside of a woman, in a hospital. He recognized the woman as his mom.

"Where's Dylan?" She asked, her blind eyes searching sightlessly over blackness, looking for her son.

Dylan walked forward, reaching and clutching one of her hands. He didn't speak, she was deaf as well. The tumor had taken both her hearing and sight.

"There you are my baby boy, you've grown up so much haven't you?" She laughed, holding his face in her warm palms.

Dylan started crying, he bent his fingers into the sign that meant 'I love you'. His mom touched his hands and she cooed sympathetically.

"I love you Dylcakes, come here."

The scene changed, Dylan was standing in the pouring rain, clutching a black umbrella. Tears streamed down his face as he watched them bury his mom's coffin. He had been twelve.

The dream before him changed again. Twelve year-old Dylan watched as his father came home drunk every night for almost a year.

He woke up. Where was he? It didn't look like any place he had been to before. It kind of looked like a small hospital, in a tent. He realized he must be here because he was injured. Then it all came flooding back to him.

"Are you awake?" A soft voice whispered in the middle of the darkness.

"Icie?" Dylan asked again, for the second time that day, his voice cracking, wait was his face wet?

"You okay?" She question, Dylan realized she had been half lying on the mattress next to him And felt his cheeks heat up.

"I...I'm." He was crying, he cursed his feelings, he was trying to say he was fine.

"Nightmare?" She guessed, staring at him. "You were thrashing and crying in your sleep."

His hands were trembling as he brought them close to his chest, wiping away the tears on his chest.

"N-no I'm fine." He wheezed out, nearly chocking on his lies.

Icie stared at him in, her heart was hurting for him. She reached forward and wrapped her arms around him.

    Dylan's breath caught in his throat as she hugged him tight. It felt so strange. he remembered that last person who had hugged him, his mom, five years ago. He felt like crying even harder because for some strange reason this was just what he needed. He let out a few sobs as she patted his back, telling him it would be alright.

    It felt like hours before either of them moved.

        Dylan began to realizes just how numb his legs felt. He realized he couldn't feel them. He couldn't feel his legs.

    "What's wrong with my legs?" He forced out, Icie let him go as he lifted up the sheets to stare at his legs.

    He tried moving them, and nothing happened.

    His heart skipped a beat.

    "I can't... I can't feel them Icie, I can't move them." Dylan wheezed, his voice reaching a high pitch as his panic rose, heart beating wildly in his chest.

"Hold on a second Dylan, okay, just breathe, this might be a bit of a shock." She warned.

Dylan pushed himself up into a sitting position with his hands. He tried to calm himself down but it was like his whole body was shaking. Icie's face was twisted to match the emotional pain that Dylan was being forced to endure.

"What's wrong with me?" He gasped.

"Anakin said you injured your nerves I think, and that you probably won't walk again-"

Dylan let out a chocked sob. The world was blurry as he started crying, again. Why couldn't he just face his emotions like an actual man, Icie must be so disappointed with him by being such a weak coward. She wouldn't have done the things he had done, or made the same stupid choices. Why did even care what she though? Why did being strong in front of Icie even matter?

"It'll be alright Dylan, you'll make it through this, and I swear I'm never going to let you go through this alone, you hear me?" She commanded, reaching for his face to wipe away his tears for him.

Dylan blushed when she touched him, he sniffed loudly and wished he could just suck it up.

"My father will be so disappointed in me." He realized. "He always was talking about what I could do to be a better son. Now I can't even walk without help."

Icie took his left hand in her own and squeezed it. "Screw your father. He sounds like a terrible person."

Dylan was silently thankfully it was dark so she couldn't see how red his cheeks were. He sunk a little lower against the pillows propping them up.

"But he was right, I am a disappointment. I thought I could make everyone hate me, it failed, I thought I was brave enough to kill myself, I was wrong, I thought maybe...I could get a girl to love me, now she hates me." He sighed, her fingers were warm.

"You had a crush on Genny?" Icie asked, sounding hurt. "She seemed a bit off yesterday."

Dylan felt like vomiting. "Crush is a poor choice of words. It was just a mix of stupid teenage hormones and bad choices if you ask me. I don't feel anything for her anymore, I don't know why I even tried."

"Well what did you do?" Icie asked, sounding curious.

Dylan cringed. "Kissed her, worst decision of my entire life."

"Ooh." Icie winced. "Was she a good kisser?"

Dylan immediately felt relived Icie was being so supportive of him even though he was having some painful flashbacks. "You know what? No actually."

The two of them sat in silence for a bit, the nice pleasant conversation dropping off into more of an awkward silence as the questions and unsaid comments hung in Dylan's mind painfully.

"I'm going to be such a drain on the team." He admitted.

"No you're not. If anyone thinks that I'll beat them up."

"What're gonna do? Beat me up?"

Icie huffed angrily, sitting up and facing him suddenly. "You're not a drain, I'll prove it to you."

Dylan started panicking as she wrapped one hand under his legs and the other under one arm. She hoisted him up him up bridal style.

"Icie!" He squeaked, blushing even harder. "Put me down!"

She smirked. "See? I can pick you up and carry you around, you're not a drain. Say that again and I'll be forced to bring you around camp in front of everyone."

Dylan blushed again. "Okay okay I see your point please Icie!"

She placed him down gently, and he righted himself again. His heart pounding quite fast inside his chest and Dylan was unsure how to regain his pride after that small adventure.

"You're not actually that heavy." She remarked, scooting a bit closer to him.

Dylan was pretty sure he had started to sweat. "Fffffffph, whatever."

    "What time is it?" He asked, glancing around for a clock.

    "Like one AM." Icie laughed.

    "We should probably get some sleep." Dylan observed.

"Do you mind if I stay here?" She inquired.

Dylan waited a few seconds before answering. "Sure, I guess."

    "Good." She yawned.

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