Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 18:38:20 GMT -5
Same thing every year.
It seemed that no matter how many years they spent at Asher Academy, the heat and sun of Hawaii always managed to catch them by surprise after Norway's gentle summers. No matter how well Lukas thought he'd prepared; suitcase packed full of sunscreens, aloe vera ointments, thin but well-covering clothing, hats and sunglasses, there just wasn't avoiding the annual sunburn that would leave both him and his brother looking more or less like a pair of irritated, Nordic lobsters.
This year things had gone even worse than usual, and Lukas was currently sitting in the infirmary beating himself up over the fact he hadn't reacted quickly enough to Eirik's obvious discomfort on their first trip to the city and failed to see the symptoms of dehydration and upcoming heatstroke until it was too late.
Lukas never, ever, wanted to see Eirik pass out in the middle of the street like that again.
It'd happened so fast he'd barely registered what was going on before Eirik was already lying on the concrete, silent and unresponsive, and it had all left him feeling so scared and helpless he'd been eternally grateful when a fellow student had offered to carry Eirik all the way back to campus. It hadn't even hurt his pride to count on someone who was practically a stranger in that moment. Though now that things had settled down he felt both grateful towards the older boy and irritated that he now was in the other's debt. He'd probably have to buy him dinner or something and the mere thought made him cringe.
Lukas sighed and scratched idly at the tip of his nose, his own sunburn only reminding him of its existence now. But he figured resembling a giant shellfish wasn't much of a reason to complain when his brother had spent the last twenty or so minutes unconscious in bed. And it wasn't like the tip of Eirik's nose was any less red than his own.
”You look like Rudolph the Reindeer.” He said, allowing himself to finally be somewhat amused at his little brother's miserable state. ”Too bad it's still a few months until Christmas.” He took a sip of the juice the nurse had brought him along with a bottle of lotion and quite a few chosen words about sunscreen and covering up. As if Lukas hadn't already known what he had done wrong. ”Maybe we should take a picture, it'd make a cute Christmas card for mom and dad.”
It seemed that no matter how many years they spent at Asher Academy, the heat and sun of Hawaii always managed to catch them by surprise after Norway's gentle summers. No matter how well Lukas thought he'd prepared; suitcase packed full of sunscreens, aloe vera ointments, thin but well-covering clothing, hats and sunglasses, there just wasn't avoiding the annual sunburn that would leave both him and his brother looking more or less like a pair of irritated, Nordic lobsters.
This year things had gone even worse than usual, and Lukas was currently sitting in the infirmary beating himself up over the fact he hadn't reacted quickly enough to Eirik's obvious discomfort on their first trip to the city and failed to see the symptoms of dehydration and upcoming heatstroke until it was too late.
Lukas never, ever, wanted to see Eirik pass out in the middle of the street like that again.
It'd happened so fast he'd barely registered what was going on before Eirik was already lying on the concrete, silent and unresponsive, and it had all left him feeling so scared and helpless he'd been eternally grateful when a fellow student had offered to carry Eirik all the way back to campus. It hadn't even hurt his pride to count on someone who was practically a stranger in that moment. Though now that things had settled down he felt both grateful towards the older boy and irritated that he now was in the other's debt. He'd probably have to buy him dinner or something and the mere thought made him cringe.
Lukas sighed and scratched idly at the tip of his nose, his own sunburn only reminding him of its existence now. But he figured resembling a giant shellfish wasn't much of a reason to complain when his brother had spent the last twenty or so minutes unconscious in bed. And it wasn't like the tip of Eirik's nose was any less red than his own.
”You look like Rudolph the Reindeer.” He said, allowing himself to finally be somewhat amused at his little brother's miserable state. ”Too bad it's still a few months until Christmas.” He took a sip of the juice the nurse had brought him along with a bottle of lotion and quite a few chosen words about sunscreen and covering up. As if Lukas hadn't already known what he had done wrong. ”Maybe we should take a picture, it'd make a cute Christmas card for mom and dad.”