A/N: this story's going swell! and I'm happy…x3 BTW, My Porcelain Doll shall have a side story…watch out for it…have I mentioned that? erm…I'm mentioning it again because it's coming really REALLY soon…anyhow…on with this fic…
Wings of Glass
Chapter Three
Enrique was reluctant to leave his apartment. He had repeated his instructions to Oliver again and again not to leave the room. He doubt that boy could anyway, on account that he wouldn't be able to walk.
But still he was unsure of this decision. The incredible boy was capable of amazing feats…well, at least he thought he was.
"Doctor Giancarlo! Have you eaten breakfast?" asked a jolly voice.
The blonde looked up to the direction of the voice and saw his good friend Dr. Robert Jurgen, whom the hospital just hired a few weeks ago.
"Yes…" he answered him, distracted. "Why?"
Robert laughed. "You seem to be heading for the wall. Unless that's the new entrance and the hospital hasn't told me yet.
He looked ahead of him and blinked. Indeed, he was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he failed to notice where he was going. He shook his head and followed the purple-haired man.
"What's with you today?" Robert asked. "You're usually Mr. Bright-and-Perky…"
Enrique smiled. "Hey listen…what would you do if you saw a really hot naked teen fall out of a tree and sprain his ankle?"
The German doctor frowned. "I'd…er…take whoever home and treat him or her I suppose…I take it this person is a male?"
The Italian nodded.
"Woah!" his friend exclaimed. "That's what happened during your Sunday night?"
"It's…nothing big…" Enrique argued.
"Gee Giancarlo," Robert shook his head in mock disapproval as he opened the door to their Diagnostics Clinic. "I pity the boy you took in with you…"
"Excuse ME Jurgen." the Italian scoffed. "I happen to hold a great deal of respect for him and would not in anyway take advantage of the situation. Besides, Oliver is my patient…"
The purplette raised an eyebrow. "His name is Oliver?"
"That's…that's what I wanted to talk to you about…" the younger doctor scratched his head.
Robert looked at him in concern as he made coffee for them both. "What's wrong?"
Enrique sighed. "Well…he speaks brokenly. It's not an accent I know. When I asked him where he lived, he pointed to the sky. AND he doesn't know what pain is. It's like, when he fell from the tree it was the first time he felt pain. It's only been our first night and it's clearly crazy to say that he's out of this world…but…oh I don't know. Differential diagnosis?"
The German had his back turned to him. The blonde did not see Robert smile.
"I can't give you a Differential now…" he replied, facing him. "There are too little symptoms…it could be anything from a tumor to a bad concussion. What do you want to prove?"
The Italian shrugged. "He's retarded?"
The older doctor frowned. "Can he read and write?" he asked.
"I haven't asked him to do so…yet…"
The purple-haired man nodded. "I can't give you a Differential."
Enrique lapsed into a thoughtful silence. It was one of those days where odd cases weren't pouring in and clinic duty proved trivial, hence, the Diagnostics specialists had all the time to themselves.
"You've got an interesting case, Giancarlo." the German remarked. "I'd like to see him."
"When his foot gets better, Jurgen…he fell from the tree remember?"
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The hospital atmosphere proved too tense for the two doctors. Since they finished their session, they left early and parted ways home. Enrique was anxious to check on Oliver. Key rattled in the doorknob before the door swung open to reveal an utterly clean apartment.
"En-ri-que!" greeted a happy, gentle voice. Two delicate arms wrapped around him in a welcoming embrace and his vision became obscured by a quantity of grass-colored hair.
"O…Oliver?" the blonde asked in disbelief. The pained angel's strength left him and he stumbled. The former immediately dropped his bag to catch him and return him to the couch.
"H-hello…" the greenette said smiling as the doctor shut the door.
"Oli…" Enrique began in the same surprised tone. "What did you do?" he asked, beholding the clean, neat, organized living space along with its equally tidy bedrooms and bathroom.
"I c-cleaned…up y-your…apart-m-ment." the temporarily lame boy answered.
The doctor went back to him on the couch and tenderly tucked a sweat-drenched lock of hair behind his ear. "Why?"
Oliver gave him an innocent look. "I…l-like helping…y-you…"
Enrique sighed. "Oliver, didn't I tell you not to move? You'd exhaust yourself and your foot. You didn't have to clean my…apartment. But…thanks."
The angel's happiness was contagious.
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"Johnny, I think I'm falling in love…"
The red-haired seraph wasn't paying attention. "Haven't you fallen off enough stuff?"
Oliver clicked his tongue impatiently. "No John! This is about Enrique…he seems to kind…I'm falling in love!"
Johnny shifted his position on the greenette's bed to look at him kindly. "You can see if he's really as kind as you think. You still know how to look inside mortals' hearts can you?"
The angel nodded enthusiastically. "It's a funny feeling…loving someone…"
"So…" his best friend asked after a while. "Have you done anything for your exam?"
Oliver frowned. "I still don't know what to do…" he confessed, quite embarrassed to be discovered procrastinating.
"Robert and I are trying to negotiate with the Higher Orders." the redhead said solemnly. "Rob figures the test was too vague, and if it were a special test, the Higher Orders could have given a sort of warning…"
The angel hung his head. "Sorry if I'm giving you guys such a hard time. I PROMISE I shall do something about my exam. In a day or two you guys wouldn't have to keep petitioning." he reassured. "I can handle this exam."
Johnny smiled and nodded, giving Oliver a sincere hug. "Take care of yourself, Oli…"
And the bedroom was dark once more.
The greenette stared unseeing at the infinite blackness. His feelings were rampaging inside him. There was an animal instinct to tell Enrique how he felt.
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The door to the blonde doctor's room creaked open slowly. Oliver gazed fascinated at the sleeping man. A glimpse of smooth stomach peeked out from under his nightshirt, His form was a twisted comfortable position as in a stage of deep sleep and his mouth was slightly open.
As quiet as a cat, the angel climbed onto the mattress beside Enrique and hugged him from the back.
Taking Johnny's advice, the greenette decided to explore his crush's heart.
Lavender eyes slid closed in a surge of erethral power as his hand penetrated the slumbering boy's chest. Slender finger tips brushed against the fist-sized beating life source which immediately threw him into an endless horizon of dream, emotions, fantasies as Enrique took in a deep breath. Pleasantly enough, the young doctor's soul was quintessentially good. Oliver found himself suspended in a sunset hued abstract, feeling very relaxed…almost drugged. The angel enjoyed the sensation, but these did not give him the happiness the strange world offered…it was it's warmth.
He became lost in this love and fell asleep.
TBCA/N: forgive any typo errors...and if your first reaction to this chapter was 'ang labo'…or if you didn't understand anything, add your queries in your reviews and I shall answer…enjoy!xD and ciAo…