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Brother's Keeper	By : Bloodylocks Category: G through L > Heroes Views: 3679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Brother's Keeper
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Chapter 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 23
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Chapter 24
Peter ignored the alarm clock when it started beeping at 7 o'clock in the morning; it was Nathan's usual wake-up time but he didn't feel like joining his brother. In fact, he didn't feel well at all.

Maybe he'd stay in bed all day. It certainly seemed like a tempting alternative.
About half an hour passed, and Peter could hear the older man's quiet footsteps padding around the room as Nathan got ready for the day. He, however, did not even open his eyes. If he did that, he definitely wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.
Suddenly Nathan called his name. "Peter! It's 8:45. You have to get up."
With a growl the younger man pulled the covers all the way over his head. Why on earth did Nathan insist on him getting up this early?
"Peter."
"Go away... I'm not getting up today, I don't feel well..." Peter murmured into his pillow.
There was an impatient sigh from Nathan, who moved closer to the bed. "Peter, come on. This isn't the time for your games. It's Friday, remember? We have to go see Doctor Stockwell at ten."
Peter groaned out loud upon realizing his brother was telling the truth. Seeing the doctor now, when it felt as though he had a red-hot iron stuck up his ass was not something he looked forward to.
"I'm not going... I think I have a fever..." Peter tried, curling further into the sheets.
Without a forewarning, Nathan suddenly jerked the covers away, eliciting a shriek from the boy, who instantly curled into a ball to protect his naked skin from the rush of cold air.
"It's our responsibility to make it to your appointments," Nathan said, a slight hint of force in his voice, just enough to show he was in no mood for objections. "Both mine and yours. You can go back to sleep after the appointment, but right now, you have to get up and get ready. No arguments."
Biting his lip, Peter, finally moved to sit up, and Nathan excused himself from the room.
"I'll go make you some toast. Get dressed."
Rubbing at his eyes and forehead, Peter restrained himself from giving a helpless moan. If anything, his backside was hurting worse than ever. He did not know how much of a willing participant he could be for the morning appointment without mentioning his physical ailment. Forcing himself to get up, he trudged to the bathroom, not without some major discomfort.
Nathan prepared his little brother's breakfast with an annoyed wrinkle between his brows, his movements jerky and hectic. Why did Peter have to be so difficult today of all days? His attempt to blame illness as a reason to avoid therapy was both lousy and obviously transparent. The boy had done it lots of times as a kid when he simply wanted to skip school, and Nathan was surprised he thought he could fool his older brother. Shaking his head, he dumped two slices of toast with a dollop of butter on each on a plate and called his brother's name.
"Peter? Breakfast is ready, come on now!"
The lawyer waited a minute, but no Peter showed up, and Nathan half-feared the younger man had gone back to sleep. This was just great. With long, determined steps, heavy from frustration, Nathan bounded off toward the bedroom.
"Peter, I swear..." he began to say, but he stopped when he saw that clearly he was alone in the room. He was about to investigate the bathroom when something on the bed caught his eye. In the still present impression of Peter's form, he could see a stain, clear as day and slightly discolored. Perhaps caused by a wet dream, Nathan wondered. Peter had already established himself as a victim of morning wood, after all. Kneeling at the bedside, he inspected the stain and by pure curiosity, sniffed the area. Taken aback, he realized that whatever the stain was, it was definitely not ejaculate.
Standing up, the lawyer turned to glance at a small pile of discarded laundry left by his brother. With an apprehensive idea of what might be happening, he picked up a pair of Peter's underwear and turned the article inside out. With a cold feeling in his stomach, he discovered the same foul-smelling stain in the back of the undergarments.
It appeared to be some kind of... discharge. There was no better word for it. And whatever had caused the stains, it was most certainly not an orgasm. Finding a stain in the back of his brother's underwear gave a pretty good hint at where the discharge was from. And that wasn't normal.
Anal discharge only happened when...
Oh Peter... He wasn't lying, Nathan thought to himself with a cold feeling in his guts. //It wasn't in his head...//
Stepping away from the bed, his thoughts of the truth came to a dead halt when he heard the muffled sound of sobs from somewhere outside the room. Turning on his heel, Nathan made a dash for the bathroom where his brother still remained.
"Peter! Petey baby, are you in there?" Nathan urgently rapped on the bathroom door with a knuckle. His heart rate had to be up in over a hundred.
"...I'm here..." a small voice responded after a short delay. "I'm s-sorry, I'm not ready yet..."
"That's okay, sweetie. Can I come in?" Nathan anxiously waited for his brother's reply, not wanting to violate the boy's privacy but at the same time anxious to see what was wrong with him.
"I'm not feeling very well..." Peter said instead, the statement punctuated by a sob.
This made Nathan abandon all thoughts of invading privacy and he opened the door, greeted by the sight of his brother sitting leaned forward on the toilet seat, still naked and hugging himself as he cried.
"It... it h-hurt so much... I don't even think I c-can..."
"Oh... sweetie..." Nathan said automatically as he hurried to his brother's side and knelt down to embrace him. Peter wept as he instantly put his weight against his big brother's shoulders. Nathan cooed soothing words into his ear, patting and stroking his thin back and listening with heart-wrenching guilt at the awful sobs. Glancing at the sink, he could see the tube of Preparation H, squeezed flat and nearly empty. He nearly felt like crying himself.
"I can-nn..." came a barely understandable voice. "I can't-t... it h-hh-hurts too much to tryyyy..."
"Pete... are you hurting downstairs? Is it really bad?"
The boy, whose face Nathan now held in his hands, nodded. "But you don't believe me, Nathan," he said with a sniffle. "You believe I'm making it up..."
"No, sweetheart, I don't," Nathan said. "Not... not anymore," he felt the need to add. "There was a stain in the bed. It came from your rump, didn't it?"
"It's not because I scratched it!" Peter exclaimed with sudden ferocity. "I stopped scratching because it hurt too much, but it just got worse! Why didn't you believe me, Nathan?! I told you, and you didn't believe me!"
The grip of thin fingers tightened on Nathan's shoulders and actually began to hurt.
"I didn't figure anything really bad was wrong..." he admitted lamely, and Peter clearly did not like that one bit.
"HOW?" the boy demanded, his voice increasing in volume. "Did you think I was lying?? WHY would I lie about that?!"
And then Peter was rising from the toilet seat and clenching his fists. "YOU DIDN'T CARE!" he screamed, hitting at his big brother's front. "YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!"
Nathan blocked any blows to his face but otherwise allowed the beating. He deserved it, and if not for wanting to remain fully conscious, he would have allowed the blows to his face as well.

Fortunately Peter did not last long and collapsed, but Nathan was there to catch him, and he tenderly cradled his baby brother as the boy lay there in his lap, sobbing forcefully.
The nature of the sobs had changed, and Nathan could detect obvious guilt and shame in Peter's voice. "I... I'm s-sorry, N-Natha-an... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry I h-hit you, I shouldn't have done that..."
"It's okay, baby," Nathan whispered back and kissed one rather hot temple. Lord, could it be possible that Peter actually had a fever? Shame made the lawyer's face burn, and he welcomed the dull ache Peter's blows had left on his chest and shoulders. "I deserved it. You deserve to be angry with me. I didn't believe you, and you've suffered a great deal for my ignorance. I'm so sorry, Petey. I... I'm supposed to take care of you, and now this..." Nathan had to stop talking, or he figured he might burst into tears himself. He was supposed to be the rational one, the controlled one.
"Sweetheart... I'd like to have another look at your bottom. Are you alright with that?"
Peter hid his face behind his hands. "I want to die."
"Petey!" Nathan softly exclaimed in a whisper. "Petey, please don't say that..." A solitary tear escaped the older man's eyes and he quickly wiped it away. He distracted himself from his feelings by kissing the top of his baby brother's head. "Please, sweetheart... can I have another look?"
Peter's weeping limited his ability to speak, so he only gave a quiet "mmm-hmm" and turned on his side, face still hidden by his trembling hands. Carefully moving his younger brother's legs so that Peter was in a fetal position, Nathan inspected the area in question, trying not to be affected too greatly by the whimper Peter gave in response.
Nathan was momentarily horrified to discover a white substance smeared all over his brother's anus before realizing that it was only the hemorrhoid cream Peter had applied earlier. Now he knew how idiotic he had been to suggest that as a remedy for whatever Peter suffered from. Clearly it hadn't helped at all.
"Is the pain outside your rectum or inside?" Nathan asked while gently touching the puckered and slightly swollen orifice with his fingertips. The lack of hair around it made it easier to judge the shape and colour of the sphincter, but Nathan did not have the equipment to look inside his brother's body, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to decipher his findings.

"

Mostly inside... but now it just hurts all over..." Peter said miserably.
"I don't know what's wrong, buddy," Nathan regretfully announced. "But something definitely isn't right. I think we should let a doctor look at you."
The boy nodded again, his tear flow having stopped for the moment. He still, however, looked totally deprived of hope and reached out for his brother once the examination was over.
Once again a brief image of his brother as a small child reaching out for him entered his mind. Nathan's eyes misted but he managed to blink back the tears as he took Peter's hand in his own and pressed it against his cheek. "I'm so sorry, Peter."
On Peter's arm alone Nathan could see gooseflesh form. Even though he was lying on a bathmat, the younger man was naked and on a hard floor.
"I want to go to bed now," Peter said with a slight shiver in his voice, though Nathan could not determine if this was from the cold or from holding back a sob.
The older Petrelli brother rubbed at his baby brother's forearm and managed a small smile. "Alright buddy."
Peter continued to cling to the older man even as Nathan stood up, and the lawyer interpreted this as unwillingness to break the physical contact between them on his brother's part. When Peter was up on his own albeit shaky feet, Nathan scooped him into his arms in one fluid motion and began walking back toward the bedroom, which Peter had given as his requested destination.
"Hey, I can walk by myself," the boy half-heartedly objected. "I'm not that sick."
"I know you can, little guy. But I just felt like doing this." It was slightly disheartening that Peter seemed even lighter now than last time he carried him. Of course, the boy's appetite had not been the best in the past week.
Doctor Stockwell was surprisingly gracious about the fact that Peter's appointment had to be canceled due to illness, but Nathan figured a psychiatrist who truly understood his patients would probably understand reasons behind a missed meeting. Hanging up the phone, Nathan then proceeded to look through his address book for an entirely different doctor.
"Everrett Health, Doctor Shearsmith's office," a female voice answered. "How can I help you?"
�Hi, this is Nathan Petrelli," the lawyer replied. "I need to make an appointment as soon as possible for my brother."
The female voice excused herself for a moment and Nathan could hear fingers hitting a computer keyboard. Hopefully the doctor's familiarity with the Petrelli family would come in handy for such an emergency.
"Alright Mr Petrelli, we have an opening this afternoon at 3:30. Does that work for you?"
"Yes, that's great. Thank you," Nathan said with a sigh of relief. Had he not been able to get an appointment today, he would have been forced to take Peter to an ER, and that, most certainly, would not have been a pleasant experience. Even with his connections, one had to wait six to eight hours to see a doctor at most emergency rooms nowadays. And Peter... at least Doctor Shearsmith was someone the boy had known since childhood. Supposedly that was not quite as terrifying as having a complete stranger prod and poke at you.
Nathan returned to the bedroom where Peter was curled up under the comforter and hugging a pillow to his chest. He looked very lonely and vulnerable but brightened somewhat when his big brother entered.
"Well?" he said anxiously.
"I got you an appointment at doctor Shearsmith's clinic at 3:30 this afternoon," Nathan replied and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Will that be okay, bud?"
"Three-thirty? Can't we have one sooner?"
"I'm afraid not, sweetheart. Our only other option is the ER, and they'll have us wait several hours."
"Oh..." Peter sounded disappointment bordering on defeat, and Nathan felt another thorn of guilt pierce his heart.
"Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime? Anything at all to make your wait easier?"
Peter nibbled at the tip of his upper lip and rested his head back down on the pillow. "I dunno..."
Nathan sighed in defeat for a moment, and then a mere glance in another direction gave him an idea at once. He left the bedside for just a moment, reaching beyond the night stand where the large shopping bag had been set aside. Right next to it, though still rather dusty, was a certain stuffed friend.
"Here we go," Nathan said, patting and brushing off most of the dust from the toy. "Trixie doesn't want you to be sad. And neither do I."
Peter looked at the plush dinosaur and a little bit of a smile broke onto his face, spreading wider when his brother pressed the toy's face to his own, making kissing noises.
"Aww, she made you smile," Nathan said, grinning, and he took joy in his brother's shy laughter. "You should eat something," Nathan continued once Peter had tucked Trixie in under the covers with him. "I made you some toast earlier. Would you like to come and...-"
"I'm not really hungry..." the boy murmured, sounding miserable again. "I think I'll just stay here..."
"Sweetheart, you have to eat," the older man insisted, trying hard not to sound criticizing. "How about I make you breakfast in bed? Would you like that?"
The shadow of a smile appeared once again on Peter's lips. "Okay..." he then said.
Once he had begun to eat breakfast, Peter realized how hungry he really was and eagerly finished his meal. Afterwards, he was in just enough of a mood to talk and smile more often whilst in the care of his big brother.
The hours leading up until the appointment seemed to drag on in Peter's mind, and yet when Nathan announced it was time to leave, Peter wanted those hours of waiting back. "I'm nervous," he admitted as he got dressed to go out.
"I figured, bud," Nathan answered, clapping a hand against his little brother's slight shoulder. "But you know Dr. Shearsmith. It'll be fine."
"If you say so," the boy replied, resisting the urge to stick a finger in his teeth and proceed to chew on the nail.
He already had a pretty good idea what the examination would entail, considering where the disease nested. Having anyone but Nathan look at that area made Peter very uncomfortable, but he knew it was a necessary evil in case he wanted help. And this could simply not go on.
"What if it's something really bad?" the boy asked when the two were already in the car, headed to their family doctor's clinic. He had given up resisting to chew on his nails a while ago, and two had already broken just where the root attached to the fingertip.
"I'm sure it's not," Nathan replied, voice even and eyes on the road ahead of him.
"You don't know that. What if I've gotten HIV...?"
Judging from the younger man's voice, tears were not far off, and Nathan wished he could transfer the symptoms from his brother to himself. "Sweetie, you tested negative for HIV and Hep C at the hospital, remember? You really needn't worry about that."
He glanced for a second at his brother, and noticing the nervous chewing, took the thin hand in his own and squeezed it gently.
"It's not going to be anything dangerous," he said, his voice low, but kind. "We can fix it."
"I hope so," Peter muttered.
"I know so," Nathan answered, giving the hand within his own a slight tug for his brother's attention. Once Peter looked his way, the lawyer gave a sweet smile. Though his eyes still looked afraid, the boy managed a smile in return.
Nathan turned his direction back to the road. "It's going to be okay. I promise."
He felt his brother's hand squeeze back.

TBC...
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