Ah, the fluff. How could we get by without it?
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Chapter Twenty-One
The following day, much to Fiyero's delight, he was released from the hospital. He stood up for the first time in a week, and was still fairly fragile, but with the help of his parents, and Elphaba (Glinda actually decided to go to class, despite wanting to help Fiyero), the four made their way to Fiyero's dorm room.
Kali and Leto, despite wanting to be with their son, had to return to the Vinkus, so Elphaba took the task of taking care of him in their absence. Leto and Kali left soon after Fiyero was settled, and Elphaba and Fiyero were on their own.
That night, Elphaba made dinner for the two of them. When it was ready, she helped Fiyero up from the couch (he could barely stand) by looping an arm around her shoulders, "Are you up for eating?" she asked.
He vigorously nodded, "As long as it's better than hospital food." He said, and the two chuckled. He sat down and Elphaba gave him a plate of food, which he ate rather quickly. Elphaba figured he was hungry and after they were both done, his eyes started to droop.
"Tired?"
He nodded, "Yeah."
"Here, let's get you up." Elphaba helped Fiyero up and helped him in his bed, and before she left she said, "I'll be in the room across from yours, so if you need me just yell."
"Hey, Fae?" he said, and she turned towards him.
"Yeah?"
"I love you, green girl."
She blushed, "Oz, Yero. I love you too. Goodnight." She said, coming over and giving him a sweet kiss. He watched her leave and smiled at her, but was soon overcome by sleep. Elphaba feel asleep as soon as she hit her pillow in Fiyero's guest room. That night, Elphaba dreamed a very fuzzy dream, but a dream where Fiyero never woke up from his coma, back in the hospital. She kept hearing him call her name, and when she woke up in a daze, the calling continued.
"Fae," she heard, as she rubbed her eyes. She glanced at the clock on the wall and it was a little after one in the morning. She realized that it was Fiyero calling her and she jumped out of bed and ran towards his room,
"Yero, are you all right?" she said, as she entered.
She looked at him and he responded, "I'm freezing, and my stomach hurts." He said, and she examined him. She turned on the lights and sat by his side and felt his forehead. She sighed, "You defiantly have a fever which would explain the chills." She gently lifted up his bandage to reveal his stab wounds to be red and irritated, "And this would explain the fever."
He shivered, "What's wrong?"
She responded, "Do you have any vodka?"
The look on Fiyero's face was priceless, "It's not the best time to drink, Fae."
"Your wounds are getting infected. Do you have any?" she said, going into the kitchen.
"Over by the stove," he said, and she came back quickly with a cloth and the bottle in her hand. "What are you going to do with that?"
She dabbed some of the pungent liquid on the cloth and said, "Yero, this is going to hurt." She lifted up his bandage and he shivered again. She looked at him and sighed, and put the cloth on his inflamed skin. He winced, closing his eyes and tried to keep his mouth shut. Elphaba continued this treatment for several minutes until she'd covered his inflicted areas with alcohol. Fiyero only managed to scream once in the duration of Elphaba's treatment.
"I'm sorry about that, Yero." She said, looking sad.
He took in a deep breath, "You had to do it, and I love you for it." She smiled at him and checked his head.
"You still have a fever. Try and get some sleep." She said, kissing his forehead. She went back into the kitchen and returned the vodka to its former place, feeling the urge to take a swig, but she declined. When she went back in to check on Fiyero, he was sound asleep, but still shivering. She gently got under the covers with him, trying to get as close to him without waking him, and she too, fell asleep.