Lucas "Luke" Tranior
Luke's mother examined Emerick's abdomen and shook her head. "Well your abdomen is still soft and I don't feel any signs of internal bleeding but you have a bruise the size of a grapefruit, and it's going to hurt like hell for awhile." She said softly. "I would recommend taking typical pain killers, drinking plenty of water, and sleeping more than you do right now. The body heals faster with proper hydration and sleep." Luke rolled his eyes. "You don't need to give the speech anymore mom." he laughed. She smiled lightly and got up to finish dinner.
"Well...it started when I was f-fifteen...I c-couldn't tell my parents t-that I...I-I was g-gay...So I told my b-brother..He blackmails me...If I d-don't do what he says, then he t-threatens to tell mum and dad about me being g-gay..." that was enough to make Luke mad again. Luke's mother shook her head in disappointment. "You're welcome to stay with us anytime sweetheart. This is a nonjudgmental house." she smiled brightly. Luke nodded in agreement. "A-and...I forgot to mention that my...m-my family is extremely c-catholic.." This time it was Luke who shook his head. 'What happened to love thy neighbor like yourself?' he thought. "A-and they w-will kick me out if I-I am g-gay.." Luke saw that coming. He assumed thats why he told his brother. He had to tell SOMEONE. Luke's mother put down her spoon and wrapped Emerick in a hug. "I'm serious. If you ever need a place to stay we have a guest bedroom that would fit you perfectly" she smiled and kissed him on the top of the head. "Now, do you eat ham and scalloped potatoes Emerick?" she asked simply
Indiana "James" Carver
"They ask questions" she replied simply. Indiana nodded. He definitely understood that. When he had to go through therapy he never wanted to talk. The therapist always asked questions that were too hard to answer or too personal. He watched as she flinched when she saw the lightning. "Thunderstorms bother you huh?" he said "We'll go to the cafeteria and get you something to eat. It doesn't have many windows in it and not many people sit and eat in it because food is typically brought to the rooms...." 'Because the symptoms of withdrawal are so severe that most people can't make it to the cafeteria.' he added mentally. "It's not any trouble. I'd tell you if you hit your limit, but i'm pretty hard to upset." he smiled lightly.