Chapter 4: Prop's Dream and Scip's Pain
Prop's P.O.V
It had been a few good hours before the others had left. Ida had said they could all come back tomorrow and all of them had agreed. Victor had carried a sleeping Bo on his back. Not four minutes later a nurse had came in giving him a cup of jello to eat and left him with his thoughts.
He spent the time thinking about Scipio's reaction and the look of protectiveness that didn't sit right with Prosper. It wasn't the fact that the look was out of place or that it was directed towards him, it was the fact that there had been a look of possessiveness along with it. That was what scared and confused Prosper all at once. The thoughts were so much that he fell asleep worrying about the look.
That night Prosper dreamed of waking up to find Scip in his bed, whispering I love you's in his ear and kissing away the pain that was slowly spreading throughout his body. He jolted awake, screaming in pain as his chest began to hurt. However the screams turned into gargling as blood was coming out of his mouth. The nurses rushed into the room, frantically trying to calm him down. Finally a doctor came in and sedated the young boy.
Scip's P.O.V.
After leaving the room Scip had talked to Riccio and found out what the man who had shot his Prosper looked like. The description although vague was enough for the young man to start with. He began his hunt through the alleyways and waterways of Venice looking for this man. When he felt he had covered most of the city, Scipio began to feel the wear of the search on his legs.
"This is stupid! I won't be able to find the bastard who did this! Il mio prosperare. Perché è successo a lui?"
Scipio could feel his hope draining away as he began to wander the streets heading back to the hospital. He felt like this night couldn't get any worse. Scipio had just rounded a corner to see the hospital when he felt his phone begin to vibrate (why Ida had wanted them to have phone's was beyond Scipio's understanding, but he had to admit that the small mobile was useful). He looked down to see Victor's name and his phone shrieking wildly.
"Ciao. Qual è il problema, Victor?" came the boys tired response.
"Scipio! Thank God! We've been trying to reach you all night!" The older man yelled through the phone. Scipio looked back at his phone to see that he had, indeed, missed many calls from both Victor and Ida, and several messages from the rest of the gang.
"I've been busy, trying to find Prop's killer." He ground out, as if saying it would just make things all that much more true.
"Scipio that can wait 'til later. Prosper needs you here." Scipio could hear the worry and a bit of hysterics leak into the man's voice.
"What happened to Prosper, Victor?!" the boy all but screamed. He looked around to see that he had stopped just outside the hospital. He hung up his phone and ran inside nearly colliding with the man he had just been talking to.
"Scipio!" Victor pulled the boy down the hall towards the rest of the gang. As he took in their appearances he could tell that something had just gone wrong. When he finally looked at Bo, he saw him crying and freaking out, with Ida just holding him.
"Victor, you still haven't told me what's going on. What happened to Prosper?!" the teenagers patience had gone and his fear for the other boy had just torn the last shred of sanity he had been clinging onto.
"It looks like the bullet did more damage than the doctor's thought. They rushed him to the ER because he was coughing up blood from a collapsed lung. Too make matter worse he was having a panic attack when they found him, so they had to sedate him. The doctors haven't said anything because he's still in surgery, but one of the nurse's said it doesn't look good."
Scipio didn't know what to do or say to that. He could feel his legs give out from under him as he fell to the floor crying. It was one thing to have Prosper get shot; it was another thing to have been given hope that he would get better. He felt an overwhelming urge to vomit. He got up and ran to the closest trashcan. After throwing up most of his stomach contents the young man just slouched against the wall, wondering why this was happening to the one person in his life, the one he would do anything for, the one he would die for, the one he would kill for…
It was that thought that brought the young Massimo out of his state of depression. It was that thought that brought back the anger and hatred for the man that had done this to Prosper, his Prop! It was with this thought that he raced back out onto the streets to continue his hunt and show this man what it meant to mess with the Thief Lord…