Gleb quietly snuck down the stairs into the basement to get to Anya, nearly sighing in annoyance when he saw Dmitry in the corner. He never cared for him, the only times he ever interacted with him were when Gleb had to arrest him for some crime that he would of course talk and charm his way out of. In his personal opinion, Anya deserved better. Maybe not himself, though he did enjoy the idea of her warm arms wrapped around him. It was often he would dream of waking up beside her, being the one to provide for her and to protect her. He wished for just one moment, she would love him the way that she loved Dmitry. The temptation to run away with Anya alone was heavy in his heart, he could tell her that Dmitry didn't make it, Maksim would surely inflict something terrible on him for Anya's disappearance. He wondered though, could he carry her grief? Could he bear to be the one to put her through any sort of pain that would come with such a loss? Gleb shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. He went over and shook Dmitry awake, whispering to him to be absolutely silent as Gleb freed him. Dmitry shot up to his feet and hurried over and freed Anya, embracing her tightly in his arms to both comfort and support her.
"I love you…" Dmitry whispered quietly, kissing her before wrapping one arm around her to let her lean onto him as she lost consciousness again. Gleb hid a look of discomfort.
"I have a carriage waiting for us all, we must hurry though." Gleb whispered urgently. Dmitry picked Anya up to carry her as they quietly walked up the steps. Gleb guided them out until they finally made it outside, helping Anya into the carriage, hesitating at how warm she felt. He knew it had to be a fever, but the warmness was almost comforting, the urge to just run away forever with her left his heart racing and pounding.
"She seems feverish, she should seek medical assistance." He said sitting her with Dmitry and telling the carriage driver to take them to a hospital. "She's expecting by the way, she told me. Congratulations." He added as flat as possible before Dmitry could respond.
"Thank you, Gleb. This seemed to be the furthest possible solution in my mind, but I really appreciate your help." Dmitry said honestly. "I know Anya will be thankful too."
"I wouldn't wish any harm to her, she's always been innocent. I just wish life could've kept her free of these complications." He said, gazing out the window and tapping his fingers. "Do you really love her, Dmitry?" Gleb asked suddenly.
"More than anything. I almost gave her up because I knew that a life like the one I lead would follow me, I wanted her to have a life of security and comfort, but she chose me despite everything…and since then she's been my world." He said smiling, holding onto her tightly. Gleb was staring straight ahead out the window, pushing past tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted that, why couldn't he have that? She was always right in his grasp, he could've insisted more on taking her to tea, been more gentle on her when she was brought into his office, he could've left with her when they were escaping…but she would never love him the same way she seemed to love Dmitry. Even he could sense the connection the two shared, stronger than soulmates. He saved them both, from the goodness of his cold, lonely, good heart.
"Take care of her then." Gleb said nodding as they pulled up to the hospital. He watched them leave the carriage as Dmitry guided Anya inside. He shut the door and pondered in silence for a few moments on his decision before instructing the carriage driver to return to Maksim's address.