Today was Friday November the 1st and Dmitry's second day of class, he was already having a bad day. His stomach was in a cramped like state, it hurt to move. Ion had come out to wake Dmitry when he realized that his brother was in pain. Dmitry shivered and coughed with cries of pain followed, he couldn't say a word. Ion checked his brother's forehead before he pulled away and tucked the blanket around his Dmitry's body. Walking in behind Ion was Carthalo in a suit.
"What's wrong with the kid?"
"I think he has the flu; it's been going around lately. He's never had a strong immune system. I guess I'll call in and stay behind to watch him."
"You haven't missed a day yet, come on we can get Mrs. Kirkland to watch him."
"But, he's ill and I'm his guardian." Ion said and patted Dmitry's head.
"She will know how to take care of him." Carthalo rested a hand on Ion's shoulder. "We can take him to the doctor after school."
"I-Io-ah." Dmitry tried to say, but ended up crying.
"Dmy, I have medicine that will break your fever." With this Ion got up and hurried over to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. He opened it and pulled out a white bottle on the bottom shelf. Bringing in two of the small pills from the bottle and a glass of water Ion sat back on the bed. "Can you sit up Dmy?" Dmitry shivered and coughed with a moan of pain to follow. "Carth, can you sit him up for me?"
"Yes." With that the African pulled Dmitry up by his arms, sitting behind him so he would fall back.
"Just swallow these." Ion said as he placed the pills in Dmitry's mouth and poured a bit of the water into his throat. Dmitry roughly swallowed. Carthalo carefully laid Dmitry down and covered him back up.
"I'll go call her, alright," Carthalo said as he stood up and walked over to the phone in the fiancé's bedroom.
"Dmitry…hey Dmitry I want you to rest and I'll be back soon." Ion smiled at his tired brother and placed a kiss on Dmitry's forehead before he left to get ready for work. Dmitry faded out of consciousness and laid still as he began having dreams.
"Hey, Dmitry. Are you ok? Did your fever go down?" A younger Ion asked little Dmitry.
"M-My body hurts, and i-it's so cold," Dmitry muttered as he shivered.
"I don't have any more medicine…how about I lay next to you? My body heat will keep you warm." Ion climbed into the duo's bed and covered up before he wrapped his arms around his darling little brother. Dmitry returned the hug and quickly got use to the warmer body next to him. The younger boy fell asleep quickly followed by Ion and they slept like that for an hour or so before Ion was yanked out of the bed by his hair. With a yelp he dropped to the floor and a belt hit him. Ion put his arms up to protect his face and looked through them to see his angry father glaring at him. The belt smacking off of Ion's flesh awoke Dmitry and the small child looked over the bed at Ion. Ion only stared up at Dmitry as the belt hit him over and over. After five minutes their father was tired and left after yelling at Ion. Ion's arms, legs, and body were welted and bleed, but he still managed to get on the bed.
"Are you alright b-big brother?"
"I'll be fine, how's your fever?"
"It's gone for now, please sleep next to me brother." Dmitry patted the space next to him, wanting his teenage brother to lie beside him. Ion nodded and laid down once more.
Dmitry awoke with a moan as his vision swam and he cried out for Ion. A hand landed on his forehead, but it wasn't Ion's, too feminine. Opening his eyes a bit wider Dmitry notice a blurred woman with long blond hair checking his temperature.
"Ion's at work, he'll be home soon Dmitry," Bodescia's voice whispered. Dmitry turned his head as he closed his eyes and drifted off to slumber once more.
Dmitry ran after his big brother. Ion had snuck out and ran through the town, Dmitry running after him.
"Big brother where are we going?"
"To freedom, a new place away from mother and father." Ion smiled back at his brother, and squeezed the younger's hand in his.
"Will there be food, or medicine?"
"Yep, we will make a new life out there. All we have to do is get free." Ion said and lived the four years old into his arm. He lifts him over a fence before climbing over it. The brothers continued walking, Dmitry quietly talking to his brother, yawning a bit from being up at late hours.
"I'm really hungry."
"I know, I'll get a job and support us both, and then I'll get you a feast fit for a king." Dmitry laughed quietly, followed by a cough that was shown by the cold night air. It had been snowing for hour before the brothers had left, but it was taking its toll on the youngest boy.
"Ion, the snow hurts," Dmitry mumbled his cheeks red and tears in his eyes. His body shaking from his fever, which worried Ion. The older brother stopped in place, releasing Dmitry's hand and removed his jacket. Ion kneeled down and wrapped the tiny Romanian in his jacket before Ion picked Dmitry up. The Moldavian continued to walk on, carrying his brother tightly.
"You're burning up Dmy; we need to get you somewhere warm."
"Ion, I want to go to America," Dmitry muttered.
"I will make it happen," Ion said with a wide smile. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm warmer a bit, but I'm still cold." Dmitry shook in Ion's arms and the brother sighed. Making up his mind Ion took off running to the nearest building, which happened to be a police department. He sat his brother in the hallway next to the doors, hugging him one last time before he ran over to the doors. Ion turned and looked at his little brother.
"Ion, where are you going?" Dmitry asked.
"I'm leaving, you're going home."
"What!?" Dmitry yelled, attracting the officer's attentions. Ion hurried out the doors, leaving Dmitry in tears. The officers surrounded Dmitry and tried to calm the boy down, but Dmitry got out of his chair and ran toward the door. He couldn't reach the handle and wasn't in any mood to jump on it so he just yelled and hit the door. "Ion, Ion, big brother don't leave me behind! Ion, don't let me go back, please Ion!" Unknown to Dmitry that his brother was only a few feet away, but it broke Ion's heart to leave his brother behind. Ion didn't say anything; he just backed away from the door with tears pouring down his face. Dmitry stopped banging on the door and Ion only heard his brother's whimpers and other voices on the other side of the door. Ion turned and took off in a run, holding back his want of wanting to go take his brother back. He could only make it to America alone; if he were to take Dmitry it would probably kill the younger boy. Ion wanted Dmitry to smile, not die.
He had blacked out because when Ion's attention was brought back he was in the lunch room, a finger was wiping a tear running down his face. Ion turned to the person wiping away the tears. Carthalo looked at him worriedly; not only he but Allister, Cailean, Dylan, and some of the students looked around concerned.
"Ion what's wrong?" Carthalo asked, but Ion only looked down at the table, seeing the puddle his tears had formed on the surface.
"Lad, are you alright?" Allister reached an arm out and placed on Ion's shoulder.
"Uh, yah. I was just thinking about the past, I think I'm going to go home and take care of Dmitry." Ion stood up followed by Carthalo. He didn't bug the Moldavian until they were outside the cafeteria.
"What's the matter?"
"I must be a horrible brother to Dmy. I ditched him on others since he got here, no since we were children." Ion wiped away his tears, but they continued. "I need to go take care of him."
"Alright, I'll take you home real quick and I'll explain to Bielschmidt."
"Alright, thank you." Ion smiled and kissed his fiancé on the cheek.
"Stop crying, it scares me." Carthalo's muttered and wiped Ion's eyes.
"I'll try." Ion muttered and then he felt a small tug on his shirt. Looking over he saw Nikola with a worried face.
"Mr. Vladmir, are you alright." Ion stared at Nikola for a bit before he nodded. "I'm fine."
"Um…can we have a quick chat alone about Vasilica?"
"Anything you can say you can say it in front of Carth." Ion folded his arms.
"Um, alright. Did Vas…did he ever cut himself?" Ion looked dumbfounded.
"Why would you think that?"
"Because of his scars on his wrist."
"Scars?" Ion repeated and looked at his fiancé, who only shrugged his shoulders.
"He's really insecure about them, he snapped about them when I asked what happened." Ion placed a hand on Nikola's shoulder and smiled down at him.
"I'll go ask him, thank you for telling me." Nikola looked up at Ion and smiled back.
"Alright, I'll be at lunch." Nikola took off toward the cafeteria when Nikola called out.
"If you want to see Vasilica just come to our house after school, bring your homework to help him."
"Yes sir!" Nikola said excitedly and hurried into the cafeteria. He went to his lonely table and grabbed his books, his tray on the ground. Gilbert and his two friends were laughing. Nikola just sighed and was about to clean it up when Thomas grabbed Gilbert and the long haired blonde by the collars and dragged them over to the tray. He shoved them down and glared at them, it was returned.
"Clean it up; you're not exempt from cleaning up the mess you caused."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Gilbert aggressively asked.
"None of your fuckin' business." Thomas said and looked at the brown haired Latino at the table still. With a gasp he hurried over and kneeled down with his friends. "Clean up the mess or I'll use your faces to clean it." Thomas said all attention on them.
"Awesome me won't do what a lame person like you wants me to do."
"The world doesn't revolve around you, it revolves around no one and you haven't done anything important to be remembered. You are just a bully for the little person."
"Pssht, I'm awesome and I know it." Gilbert got to his feet and marched out prideful. Thomas glared at the other two and with gasps they began cleaning up the messy.
"Tha-." Nikola was about to say when Thomas glared at him.
"I'm only keeping my promise to Vasilica; I don't need your thanks." Thomas said and went back over to his seat next to the teachers table. Nikola turned his back, a smile on his face, as he walked out in happiness. He made his way to his next class and waited for his class to start.
Back at the apartment Ion had been dropped off and ran to the elevator. He impatiently waited for his stop, watching the numbers slowly going up. Once the elevator dinged and the doors open Ion took off down the hall to his apartment. He knocked on the door quickly and after a few moments Bodescia opened the door.
"Ion, your home early." Bodescia smiled and opened the door wider.
"Thank you, but I'll take care of him." Ion smiled and walked in.
"Alright, I haven't given him any medicine. He's been asleep for a majority of the time; you should probably wake him up and give him his medication, as well as food."
"Alright, thank you for watching him."
"Anything you need I'll help…oh my look at that," Mrs. Kirkland said and picked up Ion's left hand. She looked at the Ion's engagement ring in awe. "Look at the size of this rock. How did you get this on a teaching job?"
"Carth bought it, and then he proposed me." Ion blushed and received a hug.
"That's amazing news love, have you planned anything yet?"
"No, not yet. We're actually concerned about buying a house right now. We want Vasilica to have a bed, but we need a bigger room for him to put the bed in."
"I see." Bodescia looks at Ion with a small smile.
"Carthalo says his parents would get us the bed, but we can afford it ourselves."
"Save all your money for your wedding, if you need a house my family will pick up the expenses."
"Uh, no please don't. Carthalo and I can do it, we can get a house."
"Nonsense, my family will get any house as an early wedding present. All we need is your help, find your house and we will set up the payment."
"Please don't."
"Ion, you're like another son to me, I like to spoil my children." There was a small silence.
"We'd have to wait till Vas is healthy."
"Of course." Bodescia smiled widely. "I guess I'll go then and see you soon love." Bodescia grabbed Ion by his cheeks and lowered his head. She placed a kiss on the top of his head. "Take care of yourself, your brother, and your fiancé."
"Don't worry about us; you have your own children to worry about."
"I have my rights to love and care for all of you," Bodescia said smiling again.
"I know, I know. You're the nicest woman out there, Cedric's a lucky man." Ion chuckled a bit.
"Yes he is. Tell him that I left those books he's been wanting to borrow under his bed."
"Alright…Bodecsia can you fill in for me, until Vas is better?" The question took the woman by surprise, but she smiled and nodded.
"Of course I will anything to help you in your time of need." With that same smiled the woman shut the door and left down the hallway. Ion locked the door and headed over to the pull out couch, sitting next to his brother.
"Dmy, wake up." Ion shook the Romanian, pulling him away from slumber. His tired eyes stared at Ion before he rolled over and curled up in the blankets. Ion sighed and laid next to Dmitry wrapping his arms around the boy. "Are you still cold?"
"Warm." Dmitry muttered and turned into his brother's hold. "You're not leaving again, are you?"
"No." Ion held Dmitry tighter. "Not this time."
"Good, I'll beat the shit out of you if you try."
"Of course." Ion chuckled.
"S-so warm big brother." Dmitry wrapped his arms around Ion and cuddled against him. Dmitry continued to talk, but it all came out in a mumbled as the 9th grader slid into sleep again. Ion on just laid there, keeping his brother warm. The Moldavian just watched his brother breath in and breath out and it caused the older to fall asleep. He was roughly shook awake by Carthalo a few hours later.
"Ion, something's wrong with Dmitry." It took a moment to register what Carthalo had said and when it did the older man sat up. Ion looked down at Dmitry; the smaller boy was hacking up fluids and tiny amounts of blood. The older instantly shot up and hovered above the freshman.
"Dmy," Ion said worriedly and picked the boys top half of his body up. Laying Dmitry on his lap Ion shook him. "What's wrong?"
"My insi-sides hurt I-Ion, make t-them stopped." Dmitry bugged and coughed again, no blood this time, but plenty of fluid.
"Alright. Carth please go get the car, please."
"Sure, here." Carthalo leaned over and picked up Dmitry. "I'll carry him down and let you both stay in the warmth." Carthalo smiled a little.
"Thank you." Ion got on his feet and kissed his fiancé.
"You're welcome, lets hurry," Carthalo said and walked over to the open door that led into the hallway. Ion shut and locked the doors. The long trip down the elevator was full of hacking from Dmitry. The loss of oxygen caused Dmitry to fall unconscious and when he woke up later he was at the hospital.
Dmitry was confused to where he was and looked around. He noticed Ion and Carthalo was talking with another man. He didn't say a word, his throat raw from the coughing. Instead Dmitry continued looking around, noticing he wasn't in his pajamas anymore, but a green and white gown. Inside his hand was a tiny needle.
Dmitry reached up to grab it when a hand landed on his, spooking the Romanian. Looking over Dmitry's eyes went calm again. Staring back at him with a smile was Nikola.
"Mr. Vladmir, he's up," Nikola said without looking away. Ion, Carthalo, and the man looked over at the two teenagers.
"Vasilica, how are you feeling?" The man asked. Dmitry only moaned and tried to sit up.
"I'll get you some water." Nikola said and stood up, reaching over and grabbed pitcher of water. Grabbing the plastic cup Nikola filled it up half way and gave it to Dmitry. The Romania downed the glass, burning his throat along the way.
"Vas?" Ion said as he walked closer to Dmitry.
"You scared us kid, you just passed out," Carthalo smiled worriedly at Dmitry.
"I-I'm sorry." Dmitry's voice broke through.
"It's alright." Ion walked over and pulled the Romanian into a hug.
"You don't have to worry about him, it's the flu. These," the Doctor said and held up a bottle of pills. "should help your body fight it off. I want you to stay for the weekend so I can see how your immune system fights off the virus."
"C-Can Ion stay?" Dmitry asked.
"Of course and Mr. Gisgon. I'll go now and you four can chat." With that the Doctor exited the room and shut the door behind him.
"How are you feeling Vas?" Ion asked.
"Better," Dmitry smiled up at his brother, but it fell when he notice Ion's unhappy face. "What?"
"Your arms, what happened?" Dmitry's eyes widened, realizing he was wearing a short sleeves gown. Dmitry was extremely nervous now and looked for a distraction of some sort, not finding any. With hopes crushed Dmitry sat up slowly. His arms shook from the use of the poorly used muscles. Nikola helped him sit up and received a "thank you" from the Romanian.
"It's nothing important, I'm far worse than this." A hand laid on Dmitry's shoulder and Ion smiled.
"Did I ever tell you how brave you are?" Dmitry looked up with a pout and shook his head. "Well you are, staying with mother and father was the scariest thing we could do, I ran and you stayed. I'm very proud of you."
"Hey Nikola, can you go get us all drinks?" Carthalo held out a wrinkled five dollar bill and Nikola took it knowing he was being kicked out of the room. Without another word and being careful Nikola left.
"Nikola told you about the scars, didn't he?
"Yes, and I'm happy he did. Don't hate him for telling the truth."
"I'm not mad, I'm glad he had the guts to tell you. I've been wanting to, but I couldn't…apparently I'm not brave at all." Warm arms engulfed Dmitry, who made his way into their warmth. "I didn't really want to, mother made me cut myself when I did something wrong. I did it so she wouldn't, a majority of these are from her and father." Dmitry said, shutting up for a bit and listened to Ion's heartbeat.
"It's alright; they won't touch you ever again." Ion smiled and kissed Dmitry's forehead.
"I like you very much big brother." Ion chuckled and held the confused Romanian tighter.
"I love you too little brother," Ion said followed by silence. Ion bit his lip at the silence and turned to see Carthalo watching the brothers, an upset filled smile. Ion's smile turned to a frown as he stared at his fiancé with worried eyes. "Carth," Ion said earning the others attention. "What's wrong, you haven't been yourself since last night?" The African just shrugged his shoulders and looked down, not noticing Ion get off the bed.
"Something's wrong, what is it? Aren't you excited to be engaged or are you having second thoughts?" Ion walked toward Carthalo and grabbed his hands when he was in front of him,
"Of course I'm not regretting it, and I couldn't wait to be engaged to you. I spent so long getting the best ring I could, I loved your joyful expression when I asked you. I just feel like we left something out, something important." Ion thought through and it only took him a minute to remember what he had forgotten and Ion's eyes went as big as owl eyes.
"I forgot about engagement sex." He gasped. "I was worried about Dmy and then he got sick. I'm sorry Carth; I know I promised you it." Carthalo couldn't help but smile and kiss the back of Ion's hands.
"It's alright, I mean sex is sex that we can have any time, but the kid here is first priority." Carthalo smiled over at Dmitry. "I've been hogging Ion to myself for 10 years; you should have some time with him yourself." Dmitry pouted and bit his bottom lip, feeling guilty that he had messed with his brother's perfect night. With a sigh Dmitry smiled at Carthalo and Ion.
"You guys can go, it was a special night for you and you had to deal with me. Go celebrate and I'll stay, Nikola will keep me company." Dmitry smiled while the two other men stared at him.
"It's alright kid; we want to make sure your oka-." Carthalo was cut off by Ion's teasing lips. The African man didn't fight it, he leaned in to it.
"Just stay away from my bed." The two chuckled after separating for air, Ion hanging off Carthalo like a love drunk teenager.
"Don't worry, we'll stay off your bed," Carthalo said as he held Ion by the waist.
"But we'll be on the counters, on the walls and floors, in our bed, in the bath tub, in the car, and maybe some other places." Ion listed, disgusting Dmitry and exciting Carthalo.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Dmitry said before he pouted in disgust.
"Can we go, I'm getting too excited?" Ion asked greedily, kissing Carthalo under the chin, his light beard scratching against Ion's pale skin.
"Alright, we'll be back tonight kid." Carthalo said and led Ion over to the door.
"Don't hurt my brother," Dmitry said and received a pair of rolling eyes from Carthalo. The African opened the door only to be met by the Kirkland family, Bodescia in the center with a gift bag in his hands.
"Hello, we came to visit Vasilica. Where are you two going?" She asked happily.
"We have to run some errands and the kid is saying it's alright."
"We brought a gift for Vasilica, poor thing turned bad didn't he." Mrs. Kirkland walked in followed by her sons, Thomas, her daughter, and her husband. Dmitry noticed his arms were out and hid them under the blanket.
"Yes, but I feel better now." Dmitry smiled at the family, who hurried over to him. Thomas sat on the couch along with Cailean, who threw his arm over the students shoulder. Allister sat in the chair, off to the left of the bed, and pulled Dylan into his lap by the Welsh boys, gripping his waist a bit. Eily and Bodescia sat down on the bed on both sides, Peter and Arthur taking the bottom of the bed. Lastly Mr. Kirkland stood against the wall.
"I brought you those books; poor thing can't seem to get a break to read these. By the way how's your fever." Bodescia said as she checked Dmitry's forehead.
"Gone for now, thank you for the books." Dmitry held a hand out, thanking the nightgown for having huge sleeves he could use for a short distances. He grabbed the bag and pulled it near him.
"That's wonderful news. Speaking of wonderful news did Ion tell you about our present to you?" Both Dmitry and Carthalo looked confused, and after an awkward silence Mrs. Kirkland clapped her hands together with a wide smile. "My family's going to buy you a house, that way you all have space."
"That's very nice of you," Carthalo said as he tried to hold Ion still, the Moldavian was greedy when he was excited.
"I'm just excited you're both engaged, it took you so long."
"Aye, Ai wondered tha' tae. Everyday ye both were together, nothin' official. Ai was shocked when this kid showed up, I thought you both had adopted him or somthin', come tae find out he was yer wee brother." Allister spoke up with Dylan laying his chin on the red hair of his husband.
"Ai was surprised by his black hair and blue eyes," Cailean began. "Ion must have gotten his mother hair and eyes."
"He has our mother's and father's hair eyes', I'm the odd ball, you know like that Gilbert guy."
"Vas, we'll be back tonight…alright." Ion smiled at his brother, who stared at him.
"You forgot about something." Dmitry pouted a bit before his brother walked over to the Romania, knowing what he wanted. Ion stopped in front of Dmitry and gathered his brother into his arms in another hug.
"I'll be back tonight Vas." Ion smiled and kissed the top of Dmitry's head. The younger just cough and held his brother through the blanket.
"You better." Dmitry said with a smile. He looked over at Carthalo standing and waiting by the door, that's when Dmitry noticed Nikola stick his head into the hospital room. Dmitry smiled and nudged his head back, beckoning Nikola over. The Bulgarian just stood in the doorway with an unease face. The Kirkland's didn't spend a second looking at Nikola; they noticed him and looked away, even Bodescia. Dmitry was the only one to smile at Nikola. "Get over here; I can't get you because I feel a draft. I'm sure I'm naked under this and I don't think the backs tied up." There were a group of chuckles around the room, including Nikola who walked into the room.
"Here, I'll fix that." Ion said and turned Dmitry around. The younger sat and waited for Ion to finish tying the string. Once he was done he turned Dmitry back around and smiled at him. "Why we're gone you can chat some, but I want you to rest. And everyone else can stay if they be quiet." Ion looked around earning a few nods. "The doctor will bring your medicine in an hour or so, so take it without a problem and I'll wake you up when we get back."
"Alright, I will." Dmitry smiled and watched his brother leave before letting his smile fall. "So what's new?"
"Nothing, just school being school," Nikola muttered. Everyone just looked at Dmitry, whose attitude changed at that point. "Gilbert being Gilbert." Dmitry looked over at Nikola, his eyes set in a glare. It wasn't a normal glare. It's was a glare that was ice cold, lifeless, and full of hate, something Dmitry wasn't possible of. It scared Nikola, as well as Arthur who was unfortunate enough to see it.
"I hate those fucking pricks with every bone in my body. They're not any better than us even if they grew up wealthier. A narcissist, a man-whore that can't stop flirting with anyone, and a dumbass that has a brain the size if a tomato."
"Vasilica, are you alright?" Cedric asked in worry, even though he met the boy once he knew it wasn't the usual Dmitry. A cough erupted from Dmitry, as well as some fluid. Nikola grabbed the trash can and hurried over to Dmitry, placing it in front. The Kirkland's, Thomas, and Nikola waited for a good 30 seconds before Dmitry stopped hacking and lowered his head.
"Vas," Arthur said and Mrs. Kirkland patted Dmitry's head.
"I'm sorry for the rudeness," Dmitry muttered. "Why are you being so mean?"
"We're being mean?" Thomas asked, but was ignored.
"Vasilica, I think you should lay down," Nikola said and grabbed Dmitry's shoulders.
"Don't touch me!" Dmitry shouted. Nikola backed away for a bit, but stopped when Dmitry started hacking again. This time there wasn't any fluid, but there was a small amount of blood splattered on the bed sheet. This time the hacking ended with a whine. "It hurts so much." Dmitry whined as he curled up.
"Should we get the doctor?" Eily asked and hugged Dmitry along with her mother.
"Maybe Vladmir as well," Thomas said and a cry of pain came from Dmitry along with a rejection.
"N-No, Ion's busy-y-y. Don't call h-hi-him…Ah!" Dmitry gripped his stomach, not even trying to hide his arms. "F-Forg-g-get it, pl-please get m-m-my broth-th-ah!" Dmitry whined and cried as Mrs. Kirkland dialed Ion's number and listened to the ringing.
*JUMP*
Ion's phone rang his plain old ringtone, interrupting the two. Carthalo was in the backseat on top of Ion, the two kissing passionately. Ion grabbed his phone from his pocket to send the caller to voice mail, but when he saw it was Bodescia he answered it. Carthalo moved down to his neck and Ion answered, out of breath.
"Did he go to sleep?" Ion asked before he yelped from Carthalo biting his neck.
"No, he sick again. Here," Bodescia handed Dmitry the phone, he was barely able to hold it.
"Hello?" Ion asked and was met by a rough cough.
"I-Ion, my stom-stomach hurts, and I'm s-spitting b-blood." Dmitry coughed again with a cry following. "It hurts a lot, a-and there's-." The phone was dropped to the side as the sound of gagging and the heavy heaving of something hit something. "I-Ion, I just threw up, it's all blood and my stomach still hurts," Dmitry whined to Ion after picking the phone back up.
"Calm down Dm, I'll be right there. Get the doctor to check on you." Ion pushed Carthalo off of him and stared at him with worry filled eyes. The African understood and climbed back into the front seat followed by Ion.
"Ion, I'm scared. Please don't hang up, please don't." A hand landed on Dmitry's back in concern.
"Why?" Ion asked as Carthalo started the car. It was silent in the car, except the weeps from Dmitry, as Carthalo pulled out of the hidden pull in of the forest near the hospital.
"Because if you hang up you'll disappear again, so don't," Dmitry whined with another cry of pain. Ion bit his lip as they drove down the street. "Please."
"Alright," Ion answered. "I'm down the road and I'll talk to you till I'm outside your room." Ion smiled as Dmitry muttered, "Thank you," into the phone. As the car got closer to the hospital Ion's phone began to beep and then the battery died, so Ion told Carthalo to hurry. Carthalo growled at Ion, snapping at his fiancé.
"I can't go faster or I could get in a fucking wreck! Would you rather see your brother or die?!" Carthalo looked at Ion then back to the road. When he looked back over he saw Ion with teary eyes.
"That wasn't called for." Ion muttered and let the tears fall. Carthalo bit his bottom lip before looking back to the road.
"I know, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for and I shouldn't have yelled at you. Please forgive me." Carthalo waited for a response, one never came. But a kiss on his cheek was all he needed.
"I know, I'm sexually frustrated too." Ion said and kissed Carthalo's cheek again.
"When the kid gets better he's having a sleep over at the Kirkland's and we're going to make love all night and all morning."
"I owe you that much." The duo continued talking as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. Ion jumped out as soon as they parked and ran into the hospital, followed by Carthalo. Ion decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator, not a smart idea when the floor Dmitry was on was the sixth. After a tiring jog, Ion ran down the hallway and looked for Dmitry room number, 72. When he found it he opened the door. He saw Dmitry curled up on the bed in pain, Nikola, Eily, and Bodescia rubbing his back, and patting his head. Ion hurried over and sat down where Eily had once sat. The older patted Dmitry head and the other removed their hands.
"Vas," Ion whispered and laid down next to Dmitry. "What's the matter?"
"M-My stomach, bl-blood." Ion frowned and pulled Dmitry into a hug.
"Can someone get the doctor, please?" Ion asked with worry.
"Got him," Carthalo answered as he walked in with the doctor in toe.
"What's the matter…is that blood on the floor?" The doctor asked as he hurried over to the bed. Ion sat Dmitry up and held him.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I haven't an idea, but maybe he needs another medication?"
"N-No more. I don't want your medicine, I want Ion's." Dmitry breathed in and cried out.
"Vas, he's a doctor and he understands what he's doing," Ion said to his brother.
"He might be having an allergic reaction, or his body simply rejected his medication."
"Well if he had an allergy to it then it would be on his medical chart," Bodescia said as she patted Dmitry's back.
"We'll he doesn't have a medical chart, if he did then this wouldn't be happening."
"Of course he has a medical chart; a young boy wouldn't have one. He's been to the hospital before right Ion?" Dylan asked still sitting on Allister's lap.
"Yes…once." Ion looked down at Dmitry. "Do you have a piece of paper and pen?" He asked.
"Yes." The doctor pulled a pen from his jacket pocket and a note pad. Ion took it, quickly scribbled something down, and handed both things back to the doctor.
"Look under that name, now can everyone go home? Vasilica needs rest, as well as me," Ion said with a sigh.
"Of course," Bodescia said, kissing Dmitry's forehead before leaving with her family slowly behind her. The only one that didn't leave was Nikola, the young Bulgarian pouted. Ion rose an eyebrow, but before he could say anything he Nikola spoke up.
"Um, I need to talk to Vasilica for a bit, in privacy. Can I stay for a few more minutes?" Ion looked at Carthalo before he turned back to Nikola with a smile.
"Alright, we'll go and wait till you leave." Ion smiled wider and walked out the door with Carthalo. Once the door clicked Nikola turned with the most apologetic smile at Dmitry. He walked over to Dmitry and slowly sat down on the bed. Taking a deep breath Nikola quickly said an apology.
"I'm sorry I told your brother about your arms. I was worried and curious, I'm really sorry. Please don't be mad." Dmitry didn't say anything, but he moved. Dmitry got on his hands and knees on the bed and crawled over to Nikola. Dmitry looked confusingly at Nikola as he stopped dead in front of the Bulgarian. Dmitry lifted a hand up, sliding it down Nikola's face. His face became a mix of confusion and irritation.
"I don't get why he likes you so much?" Dmitry muttered, now it was Nikola's turn to be confused.
"Who?" Nikola asked, a hand wrapping around his head. Nikola didn't think much of the boy's curiosity, until Dmitry brought his lips toward Nikola. Very little people had been this close to Nikola, practically sitting on his lap, but he still didn't like the closeness, usually. Dmitry's lips were barely touching Nikola's, but the Bulgarian could still feel them, making his feel heavy and desperate.
"Us," Dmitry whispered before pressing his lips against Nikola's.
Nikola didn't fight the forceful will power of the usual small and quiet boy. Nikola was pulled down, over top of Dmitry, by said boy, and grabbed hold of Dmitry by his hair, like the Romanian had once had his. The duo mashed their lips together in a surge of strength and passion…that is until Nikola remembered that Dmitry was ill. Not wanting to take advantage of the weak boy Nikola pulled away from the kiss, and climbed off Dmitry. The Romanian looked up and raised a hand to his lips. Chuckling he sat up and looked at Nikola with a seductive smile.
"I see, you're a great kisser. Well so far, you're the first one to kiss these lips, and I like you." Nikola blushed.
"Does that mean that you and I can…go out together, as in a couple?" Dmitry smirked at him, a greedy smirk.
"That sounds like fun, let's see if you deserve it," Dmitry said before kissing Nikola again.
Weeks passed and Dmitry got better, having a few moments of aggression and memory loss, but that seemed to lessen when Dmitry got a boyfriend. Nikola was the first to know, and he was the first to be upset. Dmitry had forgotten they kissed, forgotten Nikola's feeling that he shared that night. Sadly Nikola wasn't
getting to see his friend anymore, since he spent his time with his new boyfriend.
Leaving the Bulgarian alone, again.