The stunned bewilderment of the other boys would have been comical, under other circumstances. Haulean was usually the one to comfort and console others. If ever he was sad, he tended to play it off until he was alone, or with Colt, Nairn or Meg. And usually, it didn't last long. But this... this was a whole other side of the boy, and not something that they knew what to do with, when faced with such utter brokenness from their resident ray of sunshine. Hell... they all had tears in their eyes, from hearing those gut-wrenching sobs out of Haulean, of all people. However, they did their best to hold it in, and offer what awkward words of comfort that they could, until help arrived. They'd even sat around him on the bed, or floor.
The moment Nairn entered the room, they were all on their feet and speaking at once, obviously genuinely shaken by the night's events. But the gentle words from the one official adult in the room had them moving to grab their things, and vacate with a few concerned glances at the weeping boy. They even closed the door as quietly as possible, and shooed on any onlookers that crept too close to the door.
Haulean, meanwhile, was a mess. His pale locks stuck to his tear-stained face, he'd bitten his lip hard enough to bleed, and he was shaking so hard that his teeth chattered. He'd been trying so hard to get his mother treatments, medicines, anything that could help her get better. But now she was gone, and he felt more alone than when he had first come to this place.
Somewhere, through the fog of his grief, he heard the humming. While it did not cease his sobs, it did help to settle them a bit, so that they weren't echoing off of the walls. It made it so that the quiet instruction was heard, and for a moment, Haulean had to bury his face into the pillow as a fresh wave wracked his small frame. But he was running out of energy, and that also was gradually lowering the volume of his cries. "Sh-she was an angel..." the boy choked out, hugging himself through the softening sobs. "Even s-sick as she was, she always l-looked like an angel. S-smiling. Loving. N-never wished h-harm on anybody. Always t-took care of me the b-b-best she could..."
The moment Nairn entered the room, they were all on their feet and speaking at once, obviously genuinely shaken by the night's events. But the gentle words from the one official adult in the room had them moving to grab their things, and vacate with a few concerned glances at the weeping boy. They even closed the door as quietly as possible, and shooed on any onlookers that crept too close to the door.
Haulean, meanwhile, was a mess. His pale locks stuck to his tear-stained face, he'd bitten his lip hard enough to bleed, and he was shaking so hard that his teeth chattered. He'd been trying so hard to get his mother treatments, medicines, anything that could help her get better. But now she was gone, and he felt more alone than when he had first come to this place.
Somewhere, through the fog of his grief, he heard the humming. While it did not cease his sobs, it did help to settle them a bit, so that they weren't echoing off of the walls. It made it so that the quiet instruction was heard, and for a moment, Haulean had to bury his face into the pillow as a fresh wave wracked his small frame. But he was running out of energy, and that also was gradually lowering the volume of his cries. "Sh-she was an angel..." the boy choked out, hugging himself through the softening sobs. "Even s-sick as she was, she always l-looked like an angel. S-smiling. Loving. N-never wished h-harm on anybody. Always t-took care of me the b-b-best she could..."
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