This will probably be the shortest chapter yet. And the update is a bit early due to the fact that I will likely be away from the computer most of tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday. Anyways, we still have the same apologies as usual, and the certain actions that took place last chapter was just to give these two a little.. push. I hope you all enjoy.
Heroes Aren't the Mafia. Right...?
Chapter 8
Ross headed along the hospital hallway, with his head down, hoping none of the mafia around had been alerted to his presence yet. Foyfoy had been knocked out again at the motel, so Ross had time to check if Alba was still alive. Ross snorted. It wasn't if he cared that much, but he did want to see Alba in pain. He had just placed his hand on the door when he heard rustling from inside the room.
He wasn't ready really, to see Teufel kiss Alba. At first, he was stunned and wondered if Foyfoy had maybe hit his head too hard. "Alba! Are you okay?" He asked stupidly, stumbling into the room. "Teufel, what exactly are you thinking?" Ross angrily raised his voice, forgetting they were in a hospital.
Teufel pulled away from Alba, looking at Ross as he had done nothing wrong. Alba, on the other hand, was just as confused as the other, and his face was flushed with a bright red blush. He wasn't entirely too sure about what happened or why.
"…I just had to test something. I didn't think you would mind so much about this though," Teufel said blankly, not even flinching at the other's anger. If the situation escalated, he could always knock out Ross. It wouldn't be hard or take very long. But he had been here for long enough. Besides, it was tiring being around the two. "I'll leave you two to talk though. I have to get back to my post. You can send Foyfoy back once you think he's been punished enough."
Without another word, Teufel left the room, and silence took over.
Ross just stood blankly in the room, wondering if he should grab Teufel back here and demand to know why he just did what he did. But his angry outburst had probably attracted attention, and he kept his mouth shut. It didn't really matter to Ross who Teufel was in a relationship with. But it did make him wonder what was going on.
"Hey..." Ross mumbled. He was at a loss of words. "You don't seem too near death," he remarked, scanning Alba's wound. As of now, he didn't want to discuss what just happened.
Alba was still quite stunned by Teufel's action, unsure if his face was still burning with a blush. "I don't feel like I'm dying anymore, thankfully. But it still hurts to move around too much though," he said, mumbling a little.
He felt embarrassed about the whole thing. Not only had he been kissed, but it had been in front of Ross. "So ummm… how about we… forget the last five minutes of our lives never happened?" Alba asked, unsure of what else to do. There was no doubt that he would be useless for awhile so there was no reason to talk about that. They would probably have to relocate to somewhere else too. Besides, it was best to forget the awkwardness.
Right…?
Ross nodded slightly and shrugged. "Yeah sure. I'll come back later after you've healed more, and we'll move out." He didn't want to stay in the room any longer or he'd want to punch Alba, which wasn't exactly a good idea, considering his situation.
"I'll see you later," Ross said, leaving the room, not waiting for a response and quickly walking out of the hospital. He headed home and wondered if he should keep Foyfoy alive to be his official punching bag.
