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Chapter three, Coming to terms
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl or any of the other characters. I do own Amber.
A/N: I have only decided to finish this fic so I can publish my next one. I hope it's worth the effort. Let me know.
Havens Memorial hospital
Grub turned his head.
"Trubs?"
Trouble groaned, inwardly. He didn't have the heart to say his name was Trouble. He walked to the bed, sitting down in a stainless steel chair.
"Frond this beds hard." Grub complained.
Trouble leant on the mattress; it felt fine to him. At least Grub seemed Ok, if he was complaining, anyhow.
Trouble opened the front door quietly, so as not to awaken the rest of his family. His intentions were good, but they didn't seem to follow through. The minute the door clicked shut, Amber let out a wail. She was scared. Trouble didn't know this though. He yawned, the day had totally worn him out, but he wasn't going to let Amber wake Holly.
He walked into Amber's room and plucked her squirming body from her bed.
"Ssh, now Amber. Don't wake Holly..."
"Too late!" said a voice behind him. Trouble turned round to see his wife silhouetted in the doorway.
"Sorry!" he apologised, sheepishly.
"No matter. Here, let me take her, you need a rest." Holly rocked Amber gently; reassuring her that everything was Ok. "How was Grub? Did you see him in the end?" Holly asked, tucking the asleep form of Amber, back in her bed.
"Yes I did." Said Trouble, pushing open Amber's bedroom door for Holly.
"Thanks." She said, turning to wait for him. "So, how was he? Did you give him my regards?" She repeated.
"He seems fine, he complained about the bed, and the food and various other things, so that's a good sign. He asked after you and I said that you were fine, and that you were waiting with me but had to take Amber home. I told him you wished him well." Trouble relayed his earlier conversations with his brother.
Holly slipped back into bed. "I bet you're exhausted?" she asked, curling into a tight ball, under the sheets.
"You got that right," replied Trouble, who'd changed into his Pyjamas, and slid into bed beside Holly. "I think I'll have to phone in sick tomorrow, I need to rest." he said, putting his arm around her.
"I'm sure the commander won't mind." Holly said, but Trouble was already asleep. Typical male! She thought. Oh well, at least he seemed to be coming to terms with his brothers disease.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be longer, I promise. Please review.