((I think a little darkness is okay in an rp from time to time. And yes, it was a little bit of foreshadowing. It just might take awhile if Sepiroth is taking care of him as he heals.))<br/><br/><br/>Shawn slumps into the bed, and lets out a heavy sigh as he watches Sepiroth, letting out a heavy sigh as he looks at him. "If it was never my fault, then it was never yours. If I didn't deserve it, then you didn't either. It's horrible to be used like that, and I'm really sorry that you were." he told him, fingers wiggling as he tried not to reach out for him. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment, worrying it between his teeth "I mean, I ha-had guesses... You don't like being t-touched... I won't let people really t-touch me either." he told him, turning his attention out the window. "At least, not unless they have too... Like here." he told him, licking his lips.<br/><br/>"Why does it matter if I do everything, I'm supposed too... I look more like mom, I'm supposed too." he told him, all his muscles going tense when he heard the door, very slowly relaxing as Ann came in. "Hey boys, I worked a bit of magic, two meals should be coming for your two to have supper. Shawn, if you can't eat it, than it's okay, do what you can, alright?" she told him with a sweet smile as she gave them both a cup of water. "And Shawn, sweetheart," his cheeks burned pink at her use of such a friendly nickname for him "when you feel ready, there's someone here that needs to talk to you, alright?" He could only nod at her as she made her way out the door.<br/><br/>"My brother's name is Leo... He used to be on the football team at school. He was the best at everything, had the highest grades... He's older, stronger, bigger, and the favourite. He looks like dad..." he said, looking down as he twisted his fingers. He couldn't help it, it was becoming a habit. "They wouldn't... Do that... I'm sure of it." he said, but he was gazing off, intently at nothing in particular as it played over in his head, the way his brother had begun to lurk in his doorway, watching him, especially at night. His brother had never worn much to bed to begin with, so maybe it should concern him that now he was only wearing boxers.<br/><br/>"Um... You... You really think Ii might die if I went home?" he asked really softly, aware now that the door was open because more of the hospitals sounds were floating into the room. "Like... Like it'd e-end up w-w-w-worse?" he said, closing his eyes and hating himself for he way he'd stuttered out his last word. His father would have hit him by now. 'Talk properly boy!' he cringed at the internal shout.