There was a warm feeling spreading through his body, originating from his right side where something was pressing itself against him. Yuuri snuggled close, enjoying it immensely. He sighed and opened his eyes. He first only saw something blond. Pulling his head away a bit, he saw that the blond belonged to a certain green-eyed boy. And said boy had sometime in the night managed to lay on Yuuri's right arm (which mysteriously was wrapped around Wolram's slender frame) resting his head on his shoulder, Wolfram had also wrapped his arms around Yuuri's midsection. Yuuri buried his face into Wolfram's hair again, ignoring his inner voice screaming that they were both boys for once.
Thank god, you're safe.
Breathing deeply he could still detect the sharp scent of something burned, another reminder, besides the bandages on the young soldier, of what happened.Yuuri tried to lift his left arm to embrace Wolfram fully, but a white hot pain shot from his shoulder down to his fingers, making them tingle painfully. He gasped sharply and lifted his head. Turning it to his left he saw a bandage covering it. The sight of blood on it made him swallow hard.
My blood.
He let his head fall back on the pillow. Seeing that bit of blood which had soaked through the bandage made him feel sick to the stomach. Those assassins really had meant it serious. He couldn't remember if he had ever felt as scared as back then. He knew everyone's fighting skills were almost unbeatable. At least they were in his eyes. But everyone had been struggling to keep that group at bay. And when that last masked man had appeared out of nowhere he had somehow half expected Conrad to save him as he usually did.
"Heika. You've woken up." Gisela had entered the room and stepped up next to him.
"Gisela, is everyone alright?" he asked in a half whisper, not wanting to disturb Wolfram.
"You should currently only be concerned about your wellbeing Heika." Wolfram groaned slightly and snuggled even closer. Yuuri blushed madly at this, but couldn't help the small smile on his lips.
"He'll be alright, won't he?" He asked Gisela worriedly. Gisela adverted his eyes.
"With time most of his injuries will heal. But there is one I don't know if it will ever heal." she said sadly. Yuuri's eyes widened.
"What?" he whispered in shock.
"His eardrums got hurt. I tried to heal it, but it won't work." Yuuri gently disentangled himself from Wolfram and sat up. Wolfram's eyes immediately shot open. Looking up he saw into Yuuri's worried face. He quickly sat up and took Yuuri by the shoulders.
"Yuuri! Are you alright?" Wolfram asked loudly. Yuuri winced at the pressure Wolfram put onto his wound and grabbed Wolfram's hand, pulling it off his shoulder only to cover it with his own hand.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry: I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm such a-" Yuuri interrupted Wolfram's loud tirade by placing two fingers on Wolfram's lips.
"It's alright. I'm fine." He said slowly, carefully forming his words in hope Wolfram could understand him. Yuuri had some experience with deaf people since his neighbor in his world was also couldn't hear. Wolfram seemed to understand and nodded.
"Gisela told me." Yuuri said and laid his right hand on Wolfram's cheek his fingertips covering his ear. Wolfram looked away, clearly ashamed about what he saw as a weakness. Yuuri couldn't see his Wolfram like this.
My Wolfram...
He let his hand wander to the back of Wolfram's head and drew the other boy near so that their foreheads touched. He could see Wolfram blush slightly before he closed his eyes and concentrated. More than anything he wanted to help Wolfram, just as Wolfram had helped him. So he focused everything, his wish to help him, his affection for the young soldier and even this emotion which had recently appeared and to which he was still unsure about what it meant, into this one healing touch.
He could feel Wolfram's breath on his face quickening and desperately hoped that this would work. Wolfram took his other hand, which was laying on his lap, in both his hands. Neither noticed Conrad silently coming in. Everything around them had vanished from their minds as both boys started to glow faintly. They remained like this for what seemed like hours, but which was in reality only seconds. Then Yuuri slowly let go, the faint light still enveloping them both. Wolfram was looking at Yuuri and seemed overawed by whatever just happened to him. The glowing slowly disappeared. It took several seconds before he started to open his mouth, trying to form words. Yuuri took one of Wolfram's hands, which where still clasping his other hand in his own and waited for Wolfram to say something. But still Wolfram only stared at him in that odd way.
"Wolfram?" Wolfram inhaled sharply.
"Say it again."
"Wolfram..." A smile slowly crept up Wolfram's face. He suddenly latched himself around Yuuri's midsection.
"I hear you." he whispered. Yuuri smiled as well and gently placed his right arm around Wolfram's back pulling him close as relief and joy overwhelmed him. Wolfram looked up at him and he could see tears gathering in his fiancé's eyes.
My fiancé...
Yuuri thought with wonder. Yes, that was how it was. And there was no way he wanted it different anymore. While healing Wolfram, something happened to Yuuri. He almost felt like he was in some way connected to Wolfram. He decided, he definitely liked that new feeling.
To be continued...
