Lachlan cocked his head ever so slightly at Wolfram, judging the possibility of getting away with telling him to not call Bleddyn a brat. Not very high. At the same time, he kinda agreed with Wolfram. "You know what? All you just said is true. She should have at least thanked you, you took pain for her. But I don't think she's oblivious to the fact that you care for her, she just wants to be. She hates people caring for her... For some reason. But she is still my friend." He muttered, trying to keep himself from sounding awkward, both of them were his friends, saying something bad about one or the other ripped into him.
Wolfram suddenly fell silent, staring closely at the underside of his right wrist."Yeah?"He finally croaked after a minute of silence."I hate people caring about me to."He striaghtened up, his hand falling to his side. He followed the nurse quicker then before when they abruptly turned into a room. It looked and smelled like a hospital, and he silently gagged at the horrid smell of extra steralized counter tops."Sit, now."The nurse snapped at him, pointing to the hospital bed. He jerked his head up, pupils slitted in anger."You know what? NO! Not if you're going to talk to me like that!" He froze at a voice behind him, slowly turning around.
A eldery nurse, probably 65 or so, stood behind Lachlan in the doorway."You're Silver's son, aren't you?"
"I....Yes?"Wolfram choked on his own words at the mention of his mothers name. He glanced at Lachlan, and back to the nurse."W-why?"
just bein' silly)