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Hey, back again with another chapter! Sorry for the wait!

There is more fluff and plenty of it in this chapter. I was fangirling and laughing the whole time (until the doctor visit, then I was having trouble wording everything it was so awkward). There is another trip to the doctor's this chapter, and in any other situation than the one I wrote it would be awkward AF. Especially if Oz was fully conscious XD.

Also, the next few chapters were supposed to be kind of scattered, but because I needed buffer space between the last few chapters and something else so I pulled them forward. In a way they're filler chapters, but they still have a plot and are fun to read XD. I promise I'm not a sadist. I don't torture Oz for the fun of it. That was one time. Don't judge me.

Enjoy!

.o.O.o.

The next morning, Gilbert had an even harder time getting Oz out of bed. He just wouldn't wake up. The closest he got to consciousness was a half awake state where he could follow orders and mumble. This was beginning to really worry Gil, as he feared that Oz was getting sick. As soon as the doctor's office opened he called in and scheduled an appointment, hoping to figure out why Oz was basically unconscious.

Since the appointment wasn't for several hours, Gil had to do his best to care for Oz until then. This was quite the challenge. Oz couldn't walk around, so every time he needed to pee Gil had to carry him to the bathroom and hold him up while he went. Because he wasn't truly awake the whole time he didn't get embarrassed and freeze, which Gil was thankful for.

He also had to spoon feed him, which in its own way was harder than the bathroom trips. Oz kept drifting off, and it took Gil a while to rouse him enough to chew. It would probably be easier to wake him if he was rougher, but he didn't want to hurt Oz. He refused to even pinch the kid, worried it would be too rough for him.

Even though it was a pain, it was the cutest thing ever, and it almost felt like he was caring for a baby. Oz couldn't enunciate very well, being to exhausted to put in the necessary effort. He was able to say Gil's name though, and the tone in which he called his guardian mimicked the meanings behind a baby's cry. In a few short hours Gilbert learned which tone meant he was hungry, cold, hot, or needed to pee.

No matter how much the teen slept, he never seemed to be ready to wake up. He may have begun to find it easier to stay conscious, but he could never even open his eyes. It was like they were glued shut. He was also never able to hold himself up enough to even sit without support, so he was always with Gil. The man couldn't leave him alone for more than a few minutes at a time for fear something would go wrong.

Gil couldn't help but smile whenever he saw how relaxed Oz was. He wasn't afraid of anything, and he probably could bring himself to care enough to feel fear. Oz's life was essentially in Gil's hands, and he trusted him fully with it. He was nothing but complaint with the man's instructions, trusting him completely.

When it was finally time to bring Oz to the doctors Gil carried him to the car and buckled him in. It was about an hour drive, which allowed Oz to sleep for a while undisturbed. It didn't really matter though, since it didn't seem to make him any less tired. The office was dead when they arrived as well, so within minutes the doctor was ready to see them.

As the doctor examined Oz Gil stood next to her, holding the child up so he didn't fall of the table. It was interesting for Gil to see Oz not fussing over the doctor prodding him, even if it was because he was asleep. The doctor spent a few minutes trying to see if she could get Oz to answer a few questions. After a bit of trail and error she noticed that he could squeeze her hand to answer yes or no questions.

"Does anything hurt?" She asked, speaking a little louder than she normally would so he could hear her. When she felt an almost nonexistent pressure on her left hand she said, "Okay, I'm going to touch a part of you. Squeeze my hand when I touch where it hurts." She slowly moved one of her hands up the boy's stomach and chest, stopping at his ears when the pressure on her hand returned.

The doctor jotted something down before continuing. "Do you feel dizzy?" Yes. "Can you open your eyes?" Oz squeezed both of her hands in an I'm not sure answer. "Are you too dizzy to?" Yes.

"Okay." She said. She told Gil to lay Oz down and hold his head still. Apparently by doing so it would lessen the impact of the dizzy spell and make it easier to deal with. "Can you try and open your eyes for me?"

Oz's eyes fluttered, attempting to follow the command, eventually managing to open halfway. The blond weakly held on to Gil, feeling like he was going to fall despite the fact he was lying down. The room-or what he could see of it-was spinning to the point of total disorientation. He couldn't focus on any point in space, even when prompted to by the doctor. He couldn't see whatever he was asked to look at as it blended in with the rest of the room.

Oz was given the okay to close his eyes again, gratefully closing out the confusing array of spinning colors flooding his vision. He was left lying down for another few minutes until he'd recovered from the dizzy spell, then was sat back up. The doctor needed a urine sample again before she could be sure what was wrong with Oz, and Gil wasn't sure if he was happy Oz was passed out for this; he wasn't going to have an anxiety attack but he'd need help this time around.

The doctor opened the door so Gil could carry Oz to the bathroom. Gil set down the cup and pulled Oz's pants down, sitting him down on the open toilet. He kneeled in front of the teen and leaned him on his shoulder so he couldn't fall over and attempted to wake him back up. He messed with his hair, nudged and shook his shoulders, called his name, barely getting a response after several minutes. Even then it sounded like Oz was going to cry, probably upset because he wouldn't let him sleep.

"Oz, I promise I'll leave you alone after this okay?" Gil promised, trying to get this over with. He heard Oz huff a yes. "Can you pee for me?" Gil prompted, realizing in any other situation Oz would be a hysterical mess after being asked that question.

Another sleepy mumbled escaped the boy's mouth, his tone a bit upset, as if that was too much to ask of him. He gripped Gil's shirt, implying he was trying to do what he wanted. It was apparently still stressful for him, even though he was drifting in and out of consciousness. Gil gently pressed on his bladder, trying to get him to pee, only to have the boy pull away.

Gilbert groaned. "Come on Oz, I know you need to pee." The last time he'd been to the bathroom was an hour and a half ago, and Gil had figured this might happen so he neglected to bring him right before they left. It seemed to make no difference though, as Oz was still being stubborn about it.

After another minute of coaxing Gil just pressed on his bladder again, figuring it was going to take forever if didn't. Oz move away again but he kept up the pressure until the boy began to pee. Gil got the sample and let him finish before pulling his pants back up, keeping his promise to let Oz sleep.

The doctor was ready for them when they got back. She left with the sample, coming back a moment later with a prescription. "It looks like he has a middle ear infection; that's why he's so dizzy and tired." She explained, handing Gil the prescription. "A round of antibiotics should clear it up in a week or two. He should be able to walk around in a day or two."

Gil accepted the paper and smiled. "Thank you."

The doctor returned the smile. "No problem."

After Gil hand gotten Oz back in the car he called Reim while he drove to the store to get Oz's medicine. Reim was at work but still picked up his phone. "Hey Gilbert." The man greeted, wondering why he was getting called out of the blue.

"Hey Reim. Can I ask for a favor?" Gil asked, balancing his phone in between his shoulder and head so he could drive. His eyes glanced at Oz occasionally to make sure he wasn't falling over.

"Sure, shoot." Reim said.

"Oz is really sick right now and I have to work tomorrow. Normally I would bring him with me but he's essentially unconscious." Gil began explaining, being cut off by his friend before he could ask if he could watch Oz for him

"Yeah, I'll watch him. No problem." Reim answered, not needing to actually hear the question. "I don't know if Alice will let him sleep though." He chuckled.

Gil smiled. "Thank you, I owe you."

"Dinner sounds nice."

Gil laughed, always welcome to his friend's humor. "Then I'll make dinner tomorrow."

"Sounds good. See you in the morning."

"See you in the morning."

.o.O.o.

The next morning, Oz was a bit more responsive than the day before. He was able to support his own weight with help and could talk almost completely normally, though he still preferred to keep his eyes closed.

Alice was still sleeping when Gil brought Oz to Reim's house, which meant the boy could hopefully get a few more hours of sleep before she bothered him. Gil set the boy down on the couch and gave him a hug before he left. After his guardian left Oz was out in seconds, making Reim smile at how cute he was.

Reim had assumed Gil was over exaggerating the fact that Oz was essentially unconscious, but he was shocked to find out that he was telling the truth. Waking the boy up for anything was a chore in itself. He doubted Alice would be able to get him up in his condition. Gil had told him a few things to help him figure out what Oz needed while he was unresponsive, like he should bring him to the bathroom every 2 or so hours and the hand-squeezing tactic they'd used at the doctor's to ask him questions.

The first time Reim had to bring Oz to the bathroom he figured out a way to wake him up without fail. It was a trick he used on Alice when she didn't want to wake up for something, and it was totally painless. All he had to do was hold an ice pack against the teen's neck for about 0.00

5 seconds before he'd wake up and pull away. While Gil had more experience with dealing with Oz's anxiety, Reim had more experience raising a child and as such knew ways of doing things Gilbert didn't.

Oz, thankfully, seemed completely fine with allowing Reim to take care of him. He only got slightly worked up over using the bathroom despite all the worrying Gil did over him before he left. Granted, he didn't like Reim's ice trick, but Alice didn't like it either so he didn't count that.

Around noon Alice woke up, realizing Oz was staying over for the first time. She immediately tried waking him up, putting off eating something until Reim told her to. Minutes later she returned to her task, finding to her dismay that it was nearly impossible to rouse him. That didn't stop her from having fun with him anyway, as she used him as an oversized puppet instead; creating an entire drama with Oz as the hero in minutes.

Reim laughed at her antics, noticing Oz manage a smile as well. He must have been awake enough to listen to Alice's story and found it amusing. If it weren't for the boy's smile Reim would have made Alice stop messing around with him. The drama lasted about as long as a movie would, ending with Oz falling into a deep sleep, supposedly to be woken up again in an endless repeat of the tale she'd fabricated. As Oz 'fell asleep' Alice let him lay down in her lap, using her legs as a pillow. A small smile still remained on his face after Alice decided to leave him alone. She instead began playing a video game on the Wii Reim owned, having fun flying around on her wingloft. Legend of Zelda was one of her favorite game series because it made you think and you got to kill things.

The three of them remained that way until Gil got home from work. He kept his promise to Reim and cooked dinner for everyone, happy to know Oz had a good day. He was also a bit more awake than he'd been that morning, giving him enough energy to tell Gil about his mystical journey. Gil and Oz stayed at Reim's until it was dark outside, having fun playing games with Reim and Alice.

Done! Omg I couldn't stop smiling. I hope Alice wasn't OC, but I can totally see her just messing around with Oz when he didn't wake up. Anyone notice the Pandora Hearts reference in a Pandora Hearts fanfiction? The cycles of 100 years?

No?

As I've mentioned already, I am making a bonus chapter for this series of all the cute and funny moments we don't experience in the actual plot. I have a lot ofun ideas but K still want/need more ideas. Anything and everything is accepted, I'm trying to make it long as possible because you guys deserve the long awaited cuteness and humor.

Until next chapter!