Everyone is giving me such positive reviews!! Thank you so much! I shall give you all candy again! Now, here's Ch.3! It's really hard to portray Tres's personality, but I did the best I could. So, read on!
The next morning, Tres knew something was definitely wrong with Abel. It was already 9 in the morning and still no movement from his room. Tres did bring up some supper for him, but he never once woke up. Even during the night, he didn't get up. Usually, if Father Nightroad was hungry in the middle of the night, he would get up and have a midnight snack, complaining that his growling stomach kept him up.
Knowing that Alfred might have some medicine to cure Abel's illness, Tres walked downstairs, but not before stopping by the Kresnik's door and listening for any movements.
"Alfred-san." said Tres, walking down the stairs to the lobby, "There is something I need to ask of you."
No response.
Tres walked into the lobby and looked around. Alfred was nowhere in sight. He looked in the rooms in the lobby and found no one. After looking around for 5 more minutes, Tres came up with a conclusion.
The only ones in the hotel now where Tres and Abel.
The only option now was to go outside and go to a nearby pharmacy and get some medicine. Tres walked over to the doors and tried to push them open. They wouldn't budge. Tres blinked slowly and tried again. And, again, they didn't move. Going over to the window, he looked out to see what was obstructing the door.
Snow.
At least 3ft of snow was piled against the door, making it unable to open. Snow covered the streets and completely covered the roads and sidewalks. Tres also tried to open the windows, but they were iced shut. The only way to get out of the building now was to either 1.) Break down the door or 2.) Shatter the window. Neither were deemed appropriate, so Tres turned back to the stairs.
THUD
Tres glanced up at where the noise came from. It came from upstairs near the 3rd floor. From somewhere around Father Nightroad's room. Thinking it was an attack, Tres dashed up the stairs and stopped in front of Abel's room.
"Status report, Father Nightroad." said Tres.
No reponse.
"Father Nightroad."
Nothing.
"Respond, Father Nightroad."
Nada.
"Father Ni—"
Finally, Tres heard a response. It wasn't really a word response, as it was in the form of a moan. Tres opened the door and looked inside...
To find Abel lying on the floor, on his back, with a dazed, stupid look on his face.
"Ahhh, Tres-kuuuun!" smiled Abel, "Caterina-san hit me pretty hard..."
Tres blinked and slowly looked around. He knew that it was impossible for Cardinal Caterina to be right here, as she was still in Rome.
"Negative, Father Nightroad. Lady Caterina is in Rome at the moment and couldn't have possible traveled here." said Tres.
"Oh, Tres-kun! I seem to have horrible balance this morning and I fell down. And I can't seem to get up..." whimpered Abel, raising his arms and waving them. Tres walked over to the Kresnik and bent down to pick him up in his arms. Abel found himself blushing when Tres was carrying him bridal style. And so easily, too!
Tres hid his surprise when he picked up Abel. Through his nightgown, the android could feel Father Nightroad's intense body heat. This wasn't the usual temperature that his body should be at. Gently, he carried Abel to his bed and laid him down in it. When Tres looked at his face, it was bright red; a huge contrast from his usual pale skin.
"Ah, th...thank you, Tres-kun." said Abel, wondering why Tres was staring at him. Then, Tres set his hand on top of Abel's forehead. He unconsciously shivered, as Gunslinger's hand was so cold against his clammy skin. He then realized that Tres had removed his glove and had his bare hand against Abel's forehead.
"You have a temperature of 101.1 degrees, Father Nightroad." stated Tres, removing his hand, "You are to rest until your temperature returns to normal."
"But I'm fine, Tres-kun!" said Abel, smiling, "I swear there's nothing wrong with me!"
"You have a fever, Father Nightroad." said Tres, "You are not operating correctly."
"How rude!" pouted Abel, "I am "operating" just fine! Really, Tres-kun, you worry to much!"
"Rest until you become operational again." said Tres, finalizing the situation.
"Okay, okay." sighed Abel, defeated, "You win, Tres-kun. I'll do as you say."
Tres nodded and Abel sighed again. He crossed his arms across his chest and glanced towards the door, pouting. He looked like a rebellious child. Tres blinked, as something came to mind.
Abel blinked, as he felt the bed covers move. He was more than surprised to see that it was Tres who was moving them. And was even more shocked to find that Tres was pulling the covers over him. Abel felt his face get red again, as Tres brought the covers up to his chin.
"Eh?" squeaked Abel, sitting up, "Ah, Tres-kun, you didn't have..."
He didn't finish, as Tres put his hand on Abel's forehead again and pushed slightly, making him lay down on the pillows. Abel was about to protest, but something about Tres's skin touching his own, was soothing in its own way. Voice lost, Abel felt his eyelids get heavy, as Tres's soft skin made him feel sleepy.
"Rest, Father Nightroad." said Tres, almost softly. He removed his hand slowly, watching the Kresnik drift slowly to sleep.
"Tres-kun...you...you're...I..." muttered Abel, as he tried to fight off the sleepiness. But he was fighting a losing battle. Tres turned to leave and stopped in the doorway, as Abel was muttering something again.
"T...Tres-kun...lo...I..."
Hearing his name, Tres turned around and adjusted his hearing so he could hear what the feverish Abel had to say.
"Tres-kun, I love you."
For once, Tres's mind was blank. Usually, he would say that he couldn't comply...but something about how Father Nightroad said those words made him confused. An unidentifiable emotion bubbled up in his chest, making him even more confused on how to respond. But before he could even come up with a response, he noted that Abel was already in deep sleep.
Mind still muddled, Tres walked out of the room to search for medicine somewhere in the hotel. The door closed with a small click.