Elias

I feel myself slowly waking up, noticing the warmness and softness around me. Where the fuck am I?

I look around the room I am in, accents of grey and white all around me.

What do I remember?

What do I remember?

What do I remember?

I search my mind dying to find out the last thing I remember.

I remember Alvaro and the hospital. Leaving the hospital, getting carried onto the plane, taking the medicine, falling asleep...

So where the fuck is Alvaro and Leo??

Where's the plane??

I start freaking out. Where the fuck am I? Did they dump me off somewhere? Did they leave?

WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY BROTHERS??

I get up, my body in pain but I don't have time to wonder about that. I need to know where the fuck I am and how I got here.

I can feel myself hyperventilating, the whispers start talking. I can't understand what they're saying but it's freaking me out even more.

I move around the room in a haste, searching the drawers, searching the two out of the three doors in the room, I find a closet and a bathroom, nothing in there. Where the actual fuck am I?

I see a paper on the table next to the bed. I walk to it, my body protesting the entire way. The medicine Leo gave me obviously wearing off.

How long have I been asleep?

I look at the note, trying to read it. I can't make sense of any of the words. I recognize the letters, the alphabet but my mind can't put the words together.

I look at the bottom and see A L V A R O

I recognize the letters but I can't form a word. Alvaro, his name has A's and a V I know that, I can see them here. Did he leave me a note?

My eyes get blurry in my panic.

Did Alvaro leave me a note? What does the note say? Does it explain where he is, where I am?

I feel tears going down my face, my panic making it even harder to breathe.

The braces, the pain in my body everything is to tight, to much, to painful.

I start bulling the braces off, my shoulder brace coming off first.

I hear a door open and see a tall man walk in.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" I scream at him.

I move my hands up to my face, ready to block his hits.

"Hey Elias you need to calm down. I could hear you crying from outside your room." The man tells me gently.

I don't believe a word he says, you can't trust anyone.

"I don't give a fuck, where the hell am I and where's Alvaro?" I ask him angrily.

"Alvaro left you a note, did you not see it?"

My head is spinning, nothing is making sense. Where is Alvaro and where the hell am I?

"Where the hell is Alvaro?"

He just stands there, like a fish out of water. His mouth is wide open for some stupid fucking reason.

He moves to get closer to me and that's when I swing.

I start punching him left and right, the training Liam had drilled into me is at the front of my mind. My head is full of noise, like it always is during a fight.

The man starts trying to grab my hands but I don't give him that chance. My hands moving to fast for him to grab.

Use their momentum against them

Don't play around, knock them out

Left hook

Now hit his ribcage, breaking a rib will keep them busy

Over and over my body is on autopilot.

I feel a crack and he falls to the floor. I go to hit him again when my arm fucking pops out of socket again. I can feel the muscles ripping and all I can focus on is the pain currently shooting through my arms.

I fall to the floor holding my arm. The pain is too much for me to deal with.

I feel someone grab my head. Turning it to the person who is squatted in front of me. I can't understand a word he's saying, my head feels like it's disconnected from my body.

Alvaro is talking to me.

Alvaro is here

Alvaro didn't leave

Alvaro is here

I feel someone else's hand on my shoulder and try to turn my head to see who it is but Alvaro isn't letting me move my head.

"...Elias...."

"Elias.... Look at me..."

"Hey Hermanito you need to calm down...."

"There you go, breathe with me Elias..."

My eyes stay trained on Alvaro the entire time, my hearing coming back to me slowly.

"...who is touching my shoulder?" I ask him, trying to make sense of what they're doing.

"That's Leo, he's trying to make sure your shoulder doesn't move anymore. It popped out of socket again when you started punching Santiago."

"He came into the room. He was going to hit me." I tell Alvaro, my eyes getting blurry again.

"Hermanito he wasn't going to hit you, he heard you crying from outside your room and came to check on you. He saw you panicking and taking your braces off and tried to help. I promise he wasn't going to hit you."

"Alvaro we need to move him on the bed, I told Marco to go get some equipment to help me out here."

Alvaro nods and he picks me up from my waist and gently lays me down on the bed. I grab his hand. He is the only one I know here.

"I'm not going anywhere Hermanito. I promise." Alvaro tells me, squeezing my hand.

I see Leo checking my arm, he's feeling the muscle round it, seeing what damage has been done.

"Elias we need to put your arm back in socket before anymore damage happens." Leo tells me while holding my arm.

All I can do is nod, the pain is still making my head swim, I thought breaking a rib was one of the worst pains, I was wrong, very wrong.

They sit me up in bed and my head is swimming again. I can't focus on anything but Leo, Alvaro, and my arm. I barely look towards the man, Santiago. His face is swollen, he's got a black eye forming, and he's clutching his stomach, and grunting on the floor.

Leo pulls at my arm making me cry out and squeeze Alvaros hand again. I see another man walk in with a bunch of shit in his hands. He walks over to Leo and hands him the stuff. Looks like bandages, needles, pills, and a bunch of other crap.

Leo grabs it from his hands and pulls some gloves on. He takes the needle and injects something in my arm. Why they have this shit is beyond me. I start squirming trying to get away. But Alvaro keeps me still. He moves behind me, making me sit in between his legs and he holds me. He pushes my head onto his shoulder and holds my other arm.

"Okay Elias, I just gave you some morphine to hopefully subside the worst of the pain. This is going to hurt, I can't lie. After we put it back in place I'll put your brace on and you can rest." Leo tells me as he grasps my arm firmly. Adjusting it better. Every movement hurts like a son of a bitch. I can't help but gasp out in pain.

Alvaro is whispering in my ear, encouraging me and praising me. But for what? I punched his brother, and I'm only causing more trouble.

Leo firmly pushes my arm back into the socket and I nearly pass out. The pain is blindly and all I can do is sit here and cry. Alvaro is still holding me, whispering in my ear about how proud he is of me. I don't understand what there is to be proud of. All I've managed to do is cause chaos. The whispers are gone and all I can hear is Alvaro.

I open my eyes and all I see is Leo putting everything up, he grabs my brace and slides my arm back into a resting position. He tightens the brace before squeezing my hand and walking out. I know I'm drowsy and drugged up, that morphine Leo gave me taking the edge off. My brain is quiet, no whispers, no buzzing, no ringing, just silence. I wish this feeling would stay. I look over to Alvaro, he's staring right back at me. But not with any negative look in his eyes, it looks like sympathy? I'm not sure, nobody has ever looked at me like that besides Mr.Fox, my music teacher from elementary school. How I miss him, miss the music, the instruments.

"Why are you proud of me? I'm just causing more trouble." I ask him quietly.

"No Hermanito, you were scared, you didn't know where you were. I should've stayed with you. I left you a note. Did you not see it?" Alvaro asks me softly.

I stop looking at him as my eyes fill with more tears. I stay silent. Not ready to admit how stupid I am.

Alvaro gently grabs my chin and lifts it up to look at him again.

"Hermanito why are you crying? Was it the note?"

I stay silent and advert my eyes away from him.

"...i can't read..." I said quietly

Apparently I said it too quietly because he didn't hear me.

"I can't fucking read okay? I never learned how." I tell him angrily as I shake my head out of his hold. I can feel my tears silently falling. Did he want me to admit how fucking stupid I am? How I couldn't even learn most of my alphabet? How I don't know how to count correctly? Is he going to make fun of me now? Is he-

"Oh Hermanito I'm so sorry. I wish we had found you sooner." He said, his voice cracking.

"... you where looking for me?..." I asked him quietly as I looked back up at him.

"Of course Hermanito, when our mother ran off with you I started looking for you. You were only a few months old but it was like she disappeared into thin air. Now we know she changed all of your documentation, mostly to keep us from finding you. I never stopped looking for you, I knew you were out there, I knew you needed to be with us. You belong with us." He told me.

I looked at his face for any kind of lie, any deceit but there was none. All I say was sympathy and sadness? He had tears running down his down his face as he looked at me.

I moved my head to lie on his chest. We stayed like that until I fell asleep. The pain medicine knocking me out cold.



I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in. The sun had completely set. I groaned moving to stretch when I felt someone's arms around me. I turned my head and saw Alvaro asleep behind me. I sat there as I tried to sort out my thoughts

They were looking for me.

My brothers were looking for me.

Alvaro told me I belonged with them.

He cried when I told him I couldn't read.

He didn't make fun of me.

He didn't hit me when I attacked Santiago.

He didn't even yell at me for anything.

He should've yelled at me for everything. For causing more issues, for fighting Santiago, for possibly breaking his ribs, for destroying the room I am in, for being fucking stupid. He should've yelled at me for everything.

But he didn't.

He didn't yell at me...

He didn't hit me

Hell even Santiago didn't fight back when I attacked him.

Did I really belong here?

Did I belong with my brothers?

Did I deserve it?

Could I trust them?

Can I trust Alvaro? I mean... I already do I guess. I let him hold me, I let him touch me, I let him break down some of my walls. I let him do things that I didn't allow anyone to do.

But what about the rest of my brothers?

Leo understood I needed space and he gave me space.

Santiago didn't hit me back when I attacked him....

I don't know about the other brothers. But maybe I didn't need to worry.

Maybe I could trust them...

Maybe I could find where I belong...

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Please keep in mind that I am NOT a medical professional. I'm in medical classes but I am NOT a professional. I am NOT a fighter, boxer, whatever. I am a regular teenager trying my best to be accurate with Elias's personality and his story.

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