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Wings of Glass

Chapter Two

Oliver sat quietly on the edge of the couch in Enrique's apartment as its only resident prepared their meager dinner.

The angel cocked his head to the side as the blonde tripped happily about the small room, obviously very excited to have a guest in the house.

Carrying food and plates, Enrique bounced off to set the table, and clumsily enough, fell over in doing so.

In a frenzied rush, Oliver shot out of the couch despite his injury and stopped the doctor's painful landing.

The deafening sound of crashing plates resonated around the apartment before deathly silence reigned. The Italian cautiously opened his summer blue eyes to find strong slender arms wrapped around him in a protective embrace.

Enrique was surprised. The greenette was panting and pale, apparently exhausted from overworking himself. He was looking at the blonde with an expression of uncertainty, not sure whether he should have done what he did.

"A-are…y-you al-right?" the younger boy asked slowly.

The Italian eyed the shards of shattered porcelain and winced, imagining what could have happened to him. "Thanks." he said, smiling gratefully. "Man, I'm so maladroit. Sorry…I guess I was too excited. I don't have visitors that often…" and he launched a tirade of excuses and apologies.

Oliver only put an end to these when he gently placed his finger to Enrique's lips.

"H-hurts…" he whispered brokenly.

"What?" the doctor asked and looked at the patient's left leg. The strain of the fall worsened the boy's sprain and nerve ruptures were more evident.

"Damn…" he murmured and quickly carried the angel back to the couch. "Don't move." he ordered and cleaned the bruise, smeared it with ointment before winding thick bandage around the ankle tightly.

"Refrain from moving your leg." he advised. "That's an internal wound and your platelets are repairing damaged tissue. Movement will make your sprain worse."

Oliver failed to understand half the technical terms but nodded obediently nevertheless. A muscle twitched and he gave a small cry of pain.

Enrique looked up at him to see the delicate greenette crying. Blue eyes softened as he wiped away tears. "Ssh…it's okay…" he said kindly.

The pained boy sniffed and smiled. "Th-thank…you…"

The blonde returned the gesture for a few moments before coming to and fetching their dinner.

The two passed a pleasant meal.

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"What on earth are you doing?" Johnny asked, radiating unearthly light that was quite out of place in the dark bedroom.

"I don't know." Oliver answered him off-handedly, shrugging his shoulders.

The good doctor was still up, clearing the dishes as well as the mess. He had delivered his patient to his sleeping quarters, instructing him to get a good night's rest.

"You've landed yourself in a peculiar position, Oli…" said the redhead, sitting on the bed where the angel lay.

The younger boy smiled. "I felt what the mortals call pain…" his smile was bitter as he indicated the huge cast on his foot.

Johnny let out a low whistle. "Er…sorry for pushing you off by the way…"

"It's alright…" Oliver answered in his off-handed way again, eyeing the space under the door where light from the kitchen and living room outside shone through.

The seraph frowned at his best friend's unusual reserve and wrapped an arm around him.

"What's up?"

Lavender met ocean-blue. Confusion and turmoil were evident in those large expressive eyes.

"I'm…feeling something else…" he confessed.

Johnny nodded in mock understanding. "I'm sure there's a 'may be' in between the 'I am' and 'feeling' and there's 'for someone' at the end."

The greenette was unable to speak for w few moments. "Don't push something that isn't true Jonathan…" he said sternly. "I'm not even sure—"

The redhead sighed. "Just take care of yourself…that's all." he said. "The Boss doesn't exactly want us to interfere. The decisions you do are your call…"

Oliver hung his head.

"Shall you come again tomorrow?"

"Only if you need me…"

And with a brilliant burst of light, the seraph returned to whence he came.

TBC

A/N: review me your questions in case you didn't understand some stuff in this chapter, the story is quite confusing…tell me what you think anyway, enjoy!xD and ciAo…