i can't even get up out of bed in the morning- the true story by Maddison Fall
UNINVITED FICLET IN RETURN
Erik woke with the dawn, as he always did. The bed beside him was empty, which never used to be cause for concern; Charles, who had difficulty sleeping, had often risen before Erik did, and by the time Erik found him, Charles would have already spoken to all his advisors, read four books, and signed a peace treaty with a neighboring country. He was so very young and so very energetic, and Erik loved him for it. But ever since the battle at the river, he hadn’t been quite so young, nor so energetic. He slept later than Erik more often than not, and when he woke, he was in pain. It had taken Erik a few mornings of waking up alone to realize that Charles was leaving their bed to avoid disturbing Erik when the agony was too much to bear.
He wished fiercely that his talent was healing. All he could do was watch as dozens of doctors examined Charles’ mangled leg and tried again and again to operate on it, to reset it, to crush herbs to it and pray for it to heal. Even now his leg was too weak to walk, so he had to use the rolling chair that Erik had built for him.
But this morning, the chair was where it normally sat on Charles’ side of the bed, and Charles was nowhere to be found.