Lovino still wasn't feeling well but he crawled from his bed, washed his face trying to remove the sickly look he wore. The flat tire on his scooter got replaced so he hopped on it and drove to the closest Star Bucks' He thought the coffee drinks were terrible but maybe it would help him get his energy back.

He bought an iced coffee and drank it as he drove to work. He parked his scooter and tossed his empty cup in the trash. He grabbed an apron and went to clock in. He stared at the time cards. There were two extra ones there that weren't there before. Lovino punched his card in then stopped to look at the new names.

His blood began to boil under his flesh, causing his fever to rise. When in the world did Gilbert start working here, last he heard that bastard worked as a sweaty grease money. Lovino rubbed his eyes, praying that it was just his fever causing him to see things. When he looked again Gilbert's name was still there in flashy red ink.

Lovino grumbled and glare at the time card. Antonio walked in to clock in and he smiled when he saw Lovino. The smile got small when he noticed how pale Lovino looked, he could tell without even needed to take his temperature that the Italian was still sick. Nevertheless, he reached out, pushing Lovino bangs aside and placed his hand on his forehead.

Lovino's skin was burning up under his fingers. His eyes were glassed over and had bags under them. "You shouldn't be here your still sick." Antonio said, Lovino blushed and slapped his hand away. He could hear the sound of worry in Antonio's voice, which made his blush worst.

He looked away from him, he could stand the way Antonio looked at him, it made his heart beat fast and it caused him to get nervous in a weird good way. "I'll be fine!" He said and darted out the door. He felt dizzy but he did his best to ignore it.

Gilbert walked in with Francis, they were both laughing about something one of them had said earlier. Gilbert looked over at Lovino, he knew him long enough to know that something was wrong. Lovino took two steps before one hand went to his head and the other reached for something to grab. He slumped against one of the tables.

Lovino's arms then wrapped around his stomach, he made one little grunt sound before walking off like nothing was wrong. Gilbert sighed at the sight, Lovino's stubbornness really was limitless, and it was sort of cute. Antonio walked out of the kitchen and stood with Gilbert. "He needs to go home, he's still sick." He told them.

Gilbert nodded, but knew Lovino well enough that he knew that the brat would leave so easily. Lovino stomach twisted and turned painfully, his head felt like someone had smacked him with a hammer, the room was spinning, and he was struggling to focus on work. But he was trying his hardest not to show the people around him just how horrible he felt.

He tried to serve his tables as fast as he could, but his work pace had slowed to a sad little crawl. He sat down and held his head in his hands. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and a glass of water was set down in front of him. Lovino looked at the glass and felt his stomach give a jump. He grabbed it and drank it down. He shivered although he wasn't feeling cold. He felt the hand on his should move to his back where it rubbed him.

Lovino looked to see who it was, of course it was Antonio. "You really should go home; you look ready to pass out." Antonio told him once again, Lovino shook his hand off and grunted. He couldn't leave, he had to work, and he couldn't let his grandfather down, not if he wanted to inherit the restaurant.

"I'll be fine! I just need to sit for a moment; you should get back to work instead of talking!" Lovino snapped at him and turned away. He could feel his stomach tighten around the water. Antonio took the empty glass and disappeared into the kitchen.

It was then that Lovino heard a laugh from over his should. He looked beheaded him, his glare was already aimed and ready. Gilbert smirked and him and sat in the chair across from him. The glare never eased up and it stayed focus on Gilbert's loser face. "You know Lovi, I think you hurt the poor bastard's feelings, he was just worried about you. Now you're not doing any of us any good by being here the way you are. Why don't you just go home?"

Gilbert waited for Lovino to yell at him, like he always did. He knew the Italian hated him not that that he blamed him, he wasn't really the nicest to him growing up, even today he was still a little mean to him, but now it was all just harmless teasing. He just liked to get him flustered and frustrated. So he sat there and waited for him to yell, but the yelling never came.

Instead Lovino covered his mouth with his hand and with his legs shaking he ran for the bathroom. Gilbert rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He watched as both Antonio and Grandpa Vargas went into the bathroom. The whole restaurant could hear the sounds of Lovino throwing up.

Lovino has the sides of the toilet firmly gripped in his hands, he threw up again, he dry heaved a few times and started couching. He gave a feeble moan and stayed there on his knees, waiting to see if anything else would come up, nothing did. He pulled little silver handle, and with his legs still shaking he went to leave the stall, wiping his mouth.

He looked up in horror when he saw his grandfather and Antonio standing there. His grandfather stared at him, with his big arms crossed over his chest. "Lovino…I want you to go clock out right now. Antonio has agreed to drive you home. You shouldn't have come to work if you're still not feeling good. Its Wednesday, one of our slowest days, we would have been fine!" His grandfather said, in a voice that was low and harsh like thunder.

Lovino walked past him with his head down, Antonio followed after him. He clocked out and Antonio drove him home. What he didn't expect was for Antonio to take him by the arm and walk him up the stairs. To make matters worse Antonio welcomed himself inside.

Antonio sat Lovino down on the couch and got him a blanket. Lovino lay down and curled up into a ball, he couldn't believe that Antonio had to see him like this, he looked like shit, and he knew he did. He pressed his face into the arm of the couch and grunted. "I'm going to get you some medicine." He heard him say softly as he walked out of the room.

Lovino closed his eyes and waited for Antonio to come back. Antonio returned with a tiny plastic cup, filled with a red fluid. He said something to Lovino, but Lovino couldn't understand him. Nevertheless, he sat up and took the cup from him. He took it like a shot of whiskey and wrinkled his nose. "All you had was the night time stuff, so you might get a little sleepy. Do you want me to tuck you in?"

Lovino nodded and Antonio lifted him up into his arms. He couldn't help but to blush, he knew Antonio had to be strong, but he didn't think he would be able to carry him like this. "Sorry…I should have just stayed in bed." Lovino moaned. Antonio gave a small smile.

The Spaniard carried him back to the bedroom and set him down in the bed. "Hey Lovino I have to go back to work, but as soon as I get out I'll come straight here to take care of you, okay." He said and brushed Lovino's bangs out of his face. He could see that the medicine was doing its job. He covered him with a blanket and left him a glass of water before he walked back to work.

Lovino fell asleep and didn't wake up until he heard a knock from the door. He barely even remembered Antonio telling that he would be coming back. Wrapping himself in the blanket he slumped out of bed and walked to the door. When he opened it he saw Antonio there, with a plastic bag filled with cans of chicken noodle soup.

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See for once I kept my word about what time I would update. I was sick one day so I decided to work on this. This is sort of just a filler chapter, I might not type up chapter 5, it's another filler and I don't think it's really needed for the story.

Chapter 5, when I reread to see if I would need it, was really just Gilbert teasing Lovino, Antonio wasn't even in it. So Chapter 6, will be the new chapter 5. Now I only wrote up to seven chapters, so tomorrow I'm going to spend the day writing new chapters, actually going to replace chapter 7 with a new one because I didn't like it, it was really boring

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