Sorry for no Authoress note last chapter! I love the part when Lavi pokes Lenalee! lol Heres Chapter Three!
Chapter III (Lenalee's POV)
Lavi seemed to shudder as Bookman touched his injured arm and then his eye rolled up and he fainted. I helped get him on the floor and raise his feet up but this seemed wrong. He was fine earlier, Wasn't he? I felt his face, it was hot and flushed, his hands still cold as ice. This was probably my fault, I made him over do it. Unexpected tears dripped onto his chest and Bookman looked up at me.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm not helping am I?" He didn't answer my question which suited me fine.
"Would you see if there's a cold cloth in here please?" I nodded and unwillingly left Lavi with Bookman. I searched some drawers and found a washcloth. Running some cold water over it, I wrung it out until it didn't drip anymore.
"Here..." Bookman gestured to Lavi's forehead while sticking some needles in Lavi's good shoulder. I think I twitched but I looked away and placed the cloth on his face. Unconciously, my fingers wove their way through his fiery hair.
About five minutes and seventeen needles later, Lavi's eye flickered open. He sighed and closed it again, the green orb disappearing.
"How long have I been out?" His voice was barely a whisper. I tried to hold back more tears but failed and they spattered on his face. He blinked and lifted his good arm to wipe them away.
"Just five minutes." Lavi frowned and looked at Bookman.
"What happened Gramps?" He still hadn't found his voice. I put my hands on his shoulder as he sat up, they came away, slick with sweat. Bookman told Lavi to be quiet and to let him look at his arm. "My arm's fine and you know it Gramps! What happened?!" Both bookmen glared at each other.
"To tell you the truth, I have no idea..." That reply frightened me. "Lenalee, take him back to his room, I need to talk to your brother," he finished. Without waiting for me to say anything, he left. I felt a lump rising in my throat and choked back the sobs.
"C'mon, let's leave." Lavi struggled to his feet and took my hand. I just remembered to grab his jacket and shirt as we swept out of the room.
"Slow down Lavi! You're gonna pass out again." He looked at me, faintly resembling an eclipse of the Sun, his face dark and fringed by his red hair. And yet there must have been two Suns because I could see that his face was still as pale as the full moon on a starless night. "Please, don't hurt yourself." His grip on my hand tightened and he slowed to a much more appropriate pace.
We reached his room and he sat down hard on the bed. Lavi leaned forward, his hair covering his face, his hands in between his legs.
"You okay?" His nod was barely visible. I sat next to him and draped his jacket over his shouders. He did not look okay. "Really?" I touched his forehead, it was still hot. He took my hand and pressed it back against his forehead.
"I hate this." I could barely hear him. After my confused silence he answered my unsaid question. "Feeling like shit." He laid back, his legs still hanging off the bed. I got up and went to open his window, trying to avoid the maze of books. A cool breeze drifted into the room and I walked carefully back to sit beside him.
"Will you obe okay if I go find Allen?" Lavi looked at me blankly.
"Yeeaahh." It was hard to understand him through the yawn.
I'm still working on chapter IV so be patient! I know these chapters ore short! .'