A/N: here's a treat…I'm publishing the next chapter…enjoy!xD
Wings of Glass
Chapter Four
Oliver's face scrunched up in pain in his sleep. Someone was incessantly poking his back and it hurt.
Then there was this especially hard poke.
"AAAGH!!"
"Oliver! I'm so sorry!"
The anger in lavender eyes quickly abated when he saw a reproachful face.
"Did I wake you?" Enrique asked.
The greenette remembered last night's events and blushed. "Sorry…if-f…I slep-pt with…y-you…" he mumbled.
"Oh it's all right…I had a great night anyway. " the doctor shrugged. "I was surprised at first but then it felt…fine." he paused. "Hey listen, I'll be going to the hospital for half a day. I wanted to let you do some tests for me, but then I saw pustules on your back and decided to treat…them…" he trailed off at the persistent gaze of his patient. "Sorry…" he ended quite lamely.
"Th-thank you…" said Oliver. "B-but you…did n-not need…t-to treat th-ose…s-sores. A-about th-the…te-st?"
The Italian nodded and helped him up. "Shall we conduct them in the living room over breakfast?"
The boy nodded.
"Oliver, do you know how to read?" Enrique asked, carrying the lame angel to the couch.
The addressed looked puzzled. "R-read…h-human-n?"
The doctor nodded and his patient shook his head.
"Okay…do you know how to write?"
To this, the greenette nodded enthusiastically. The blonde smiled in somewhat relief and offered him a pen and paper, as well as the coffee table to write on.
Oliver script was big, slow and loopy. His language was composed of decorated symbols and eerie pictographs. At the end of the page, he stopped, submerged in a sort of daze. Enrique stared at the undecipherable hieroglyphics; his brow was wrinkled in confusion.
There wasn't any language in the world that corresponded to the pale boy's.
"Could you translate this?" he asked.
"The Spirit and the Bride say, 'Come!' Whoever thirsts, let him approach, and whoever desires, let him freely take the water of life. As for me, I warn everyone who hears the prophetic words of this book: If anyone adds anything to them, God will pile on him the plagues described in this book in this book. And if anyone takes away words from this book of prophecy, God will take from him his share in the tree of Life and the holy city described in this book. He who has declared all this says, 'See, I am coming soon!' Amen! Come Lord Jesus…"
A distant tinkling tune escaped the angel'sunmoving lips. The small apartment was filled with the glory of hope as when any place does when a celestial being speaks.
Unexplainable fear and awe seized the doctor. The phenomena left as quickly as it came.
"What…was THAT?" Enrique began slowly. "Did you hear…feel that?!" he asked the boy.
Oliver dropped the pen, looking very much distressed. "Mm…s-s-s-sor-ry!"
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"Well, he very much understands what you say and has a written language of his own." Robert said, examining the written document Enrique had brought for him. "I don't think he's mentally unstable. On the contrary, this…Oliver…is quite smart."
The pensive Italian doctor nodded at the diagnosis. He didn't bother telling his friend about the strange split-second event that occurred.
"How is your patient by the way?" the German followed up.
"On the way to recovery. " Enrique reassured. "I'll make him visit the hospital in a day or two."
Robert nodded. "I'll be looking forward to that."
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"Man Oliver…you're really lucky to get a special exam…" a seraph elder of Johnny remarked. His name was Kai.
"I'm jealous!" his lover, also a seraph, whined playfully. "Y'know, I'd kill for an exam that hard."
"Don't kill…" Johnny mock warned and the ebony-haired angel beamed.
"Uhm…thanks guys, I think." Oliver smiled, peeking under his bandage, seeing his leg had properly healed.
The three celestial beings sat on his bed, illuminating the room with their radiance.
"So…" the bluenette grinned. "How's your boyfriend?"
"He's not my boy friend…" the greenette frowned.
"Need tips?" the redhead asked.
Oliver was tempted to accept.
The apartment was silent when the blonde crept in. He did a quick, quiet search of his home and became distraught when he didn't find Oliver.
…until he heard soft murmurs coming from the boy's room.
"P-please…b-bless…En-ri-que. I…real-ly care…abo-ut h-him, you s-see…a-and, and g-guide him…th-that he m-may b-be…m-made saf-fe…f-from…h-harm…"
Oliver was kneeling by his bedside. Unseen to Enrique, Johnny, Kai and Rei were observing the peeking blonde quite keenly.
The said man listened to his patient's prayer and became touched at the boy's thoughtfulness. But from Almighty God to Amen, he did not once hear Oliver ask any favor from the Lord. When he was sure the angel had finished, he quietly came in.
"Oliver? Why are you still up?"
"I am…w-waiting for…y-you…" came the reply within the darkness.
"Why?"
"T-to say…th-thank you…"
A smile passed unnoticed. "Would you want me to turn on the light?"
"N-no…"
"Why not?"
"I sh-shall be…s-sleep-ing a-after I am…d-done…"
Without warning, Oliver was wrapped in a sincere hug that warmed his heart. Enrique wanted to tell the boy his utmost gratitude.
"Sleep well, Oli…" he said and turned to leave.
"En-ri-que?"
The blonde looked back and saw two large lavender eyes gleaming from under the sheets.
"Yes?"
"Stay."
He did not know why but he happily obliged and climbed into bed, taking the younger male into his arms.
Soon, both of them fell into the merciful delights of sleep.
TBCA/N: wow...this chapter also ended in Oliver falling asleep...i lack vocabulary recently, again if y'all got any questions…or if you said 'ang labo' nanaman…well, ask me in your reviews…enjoy!xD and ciAo…