A/N: hm…why is it that I feel like I'm in a hurry? oh well…HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER! …enjoy!xD
Wings of Glass
Chapter Five
"Are you leaving already?" Robert asked Enrique, seeing that the young doctor had packed his bag.
"Yeah." the blonde smiled. "Would you want to leave together?"
"D'you know what your condition is called?" the purple-haired man asked laughingly as they left the hospital's glass doors. "Obsession. You're practically in love with your patient!"
"I'm not—"
"En-ri-que!"
Blue eyes widened in disbelief as he wheeled around. "Oliver?!"
True enough, the beautiful green-haired boy was waving at him enthusiastically. His leg was looking quite better.
"W-why are you here?" he asked as the greenette hugged him; he couldn't resist nuzzling his hair. "You're clean." he remarked, quite surprised at the boy's abilities. "…and dressed."
Enrique beheld Oliver. The angel had found the doctor's tighter shirts and jeans and the outfit suited him very well.
"I-I…b-brought you…l-lunch…" and he presented him with a neatly packed box.
The Italian's mouth fell open and he looked back at Robert for an affirmative.
"Uh…oh yeah…" the blonde whacked himself for the lack of hospitality. "Robert Jurgen," he pulled over the purple-haired doctor. "This is Oliver…"
The German came forward and smiled amiably. "Hello Oliver, Enrique Giancarlo here has told me a lot about you…"
Oliver just stared.
"R-robert?" he asked in disbelief. Was this the same Robert back in heaven? Or is it a completely different someone else? But then this Robert looked exactly like the Robert up there...the confusion was distressing him.
"Do you know him, Oliver?" Enrique asked, exchanging a clueless look with his doctor friend.
"Y-yes! Robert!" the greenette tugged on his white coat. "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you're alright. I don't think he does…" Robert told his friend aside before he laughed. "You know me now because you've just met me." he said to the angel.
Oliver nodded and stepped back, turning to smile at the uneasy blonde. "L-lunch?"
"How did you find me?" the Italian asked, still puzzled about his patient's presence.
"I…f-found…y-you…" he replied simply as Robert led them to a quaint café.
"…and you cooked?"
"D-don't wor-ry…Ri-que…I l-locked th-the…d-door…and d-did…not b-burn yo-your house…d-down…"
The German chuckled. "That's good enough for me. Let's eat."
"H-how is…En-ri-que's d-day?" Oliver asked cheerily.
"Fine enough." was the reply. He still could not bring himself to be comfortable. He was too worried about the greenette. "Is your foot better?"
"I c-can…walk…"
"Wow…" Robert said suddenly. "This is good food, Oliver. Where did you learn how to cook?"
The angel blinked, unable to quickly come up with a good excuse. "H-here…?"
"Oh so you ARE from France." Enrique said, somewhat relieved he had a standing ground when it came to his strange patient's case. "Do you…remember where?"
Oliver shook his head.
The German nodded knowingly and the blonde fell silent.
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"That was the best meal I've had in days." Enrique remarked as the trio walked down the street on the way to the blonde's apartment.
"Th-thank y-you…"
Suddenly, three criminals blocked their way and held a gun to Enrique's head.
"Gimme all yer money or y'die!" said one of them as his two supposed minions surrounded Robert and Oliver.
"NO!" the greenette screamed and launched himself at the firearm, successfully dislodging it from his grip.
"Why you little arse!" the ringleader cried and punched Oliver hard on the stomach, which was so sensitive that it bled instantaneously.
"Oliver!" both doctors exclaimed.
"Don't move or we kill." said the second, flashing a dagger blade.
A gunshot fired from the distance and the third who held Robert captive fell. Five heads turned to see two men with their arms outstretched, holding said weapons. The older of the two had two shades of blue for hair. His wine-red eyes glared at the criminals with much hatred heightened by a frightening death glare. The younger man beside him had his long black hair tied in a Chinese-style braid. Angry, tiger-gold eyes were coupled with a look of disgust.
Robert used this distraction to knock out Enrique's captor with his suitcase, giving the blonde opportunity to rush to Oliver's aid.
When lavender eyes opened wearily to witness, with much surprise, Kai, Rei and Robert harshly reprimanding the lone kidnapper who had stuck his gun to Enri's head.
With difficulty, he tired to stand. The doctor was too weak to restrain him.
"Th-this…is f-for…Enrique…" croaked Oliver, wiping blood off his lips.
The three seraphs gave way yet still held the man firm. The greenette delivered a whopping kick in his groin and the ringleader, too, fell.
"Oliver!" the poor blonde rushed over to his patient's aid as he succumbed to gravity. Robert made a concerned move toward them.
"Be careful, you three…" Kai warned. "Don't you go walking in these secluded parts alone…"
"There are a lot of dangers, as you can see." Rei added. "Take care of yourselves…"
"Thank you." the purple-haired man nodded as their saviors left.
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Robert escorted them home and stayed till after dinner. Enrique was in a sorry state. The doctor became very distressed at Oliver's condition. It wasn't serious but it needed proper attention nonetheless.
It was late and the injured angel was in his dark bedroom. The Italian was in his own room, finding it very hard to sleep.
"Damn. I've just heard from Kai and Rei…What happened to you?" Johnny asked his best friend, surprised at seeing his mortal body worse for wear.
"We got mugged." Oliver replied monotonously, staring unseeingly into the darkness.
The redhead descended quietly on the mattress and rubbed the younger boy's shoulders comfortingly. "Are you alright?"
Large, expressive lilac eyes turned to him, shining with unshed tears. "They held a gun to his head, Johnny! A gun! I thought he was going to die!" Oliver cried.
The elder seraph's rub turned into a fierce hug. "Ssh…everything's fine…You saved him, he's alive…"
"I swear…" the boy mumbled. "I shall protect Enrique no matter what…"
Johnny nodded and stroked the green fluff of hair. "Before God?" he asked softly.
"Before God…" Oliver affirmed.
TBCA/N: erm…again if y'all didn't understand a thing…tell me in your reviews! enjoy!xD and ciAo…