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Wings of Glass
Chapter Six
Enrique slowly shook Oliver awake. When the boy wouldn't stir, he panicked slightly.
"Oli?" he cupped the boy's cheek and moved the head to listen if he was still breathing.
While preoccupied, the angel slowly opened his eyes and were very much surprised to find a warm body pressing close to his.
"En-ri-que?"
The doctor quickly drew back his head. His tan cheeks were flushed pink. "Oliver! You're alive!"
The greenette smiled weakly.
"Hey listen…" the blonde began. "Robert wants to run you through some tests…for…for health reasons." he reasoned at the puzzled expression on his patient's face. "I'm taking you to the hospital today. Is that alright with you?"
Oliver nodded. "O-okay…"
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The green-haired boy winced as his first step from the apartment porch down to the pavement was quite harder than he intended. The intensity of the pain around his abdomen did not decrease since yesterday, but he was dealing with it.
"Are you alright?" Enrique asked, linking their arms. "Can you walk? Y'know we can do the tests on a day when you're better. I can tell Robert—"
"N-no…" said the angel. "H-health…r-reas-sons?" he confirmed with a bitter smile. "Im-important…"
The doctor could do nothing but consent.
They stared down the road since exercise would be a good therapy. It was early morning and the road was empty. The pair was walking on the middle of it, the younger walking steadily as he amusedly watched the elder tell stories about anything under the sun accompanied with vivacious gesticulations.
Something at a distance caught wary lavender eyes. In a split second, Oliver tackled Enrique to the ground and they rolled to the sidewalk.
A rampaging truck replaced the spot where they were a few moments later.
Silence reigned before Enrique slowly pried himself from the greenette's protective hold to stand.
"O-oliver?"
"A-are y-you…ok-kay?" the boy asked.
The blonde said nothing and instead hugged him tightly in sincere, well-meant gratitude.
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"Don't worry, Giancarlo," Robert said, fluffing the angel's hair as he sat on the table in the Diagnostics Clinic. "You're patient is very literate. It seems that his only problem is in speaking."
The Italian nodded grimly. Oliver was bouncing in his seat, quite apprehensive.
"I-is th-that a…g-good thing or…a b-bad th-thing?" he asked.
"You're fine." the German synthesized kindly.
The answer seemed to satisfy him and his attention began to wander elsewhere. Oliver idly examined the Reading Comprehension materials Robert had read to him and let him answer. He found them quite boring and wandered about the room instead. The two doctors did not notice.
Ah! Such mundane lives the mortals live. The clinic wasn't the least bit interesting…and then the green-haired boy saw the view outside the window.
It had started to rain…
"How can you explain his lack of knowledge about human emotions?" the Italian doctor argued in the native language of the country the hospital was in. "Pain for example!"
"Can you think of any disorder which had these symptoms?" the purple-haired man asked. "By what you tell me about him, I can diagnose the case as severe amnesia…"
"He's too young—"
"But you DO get my point? Oliver is fine…"
Enrique sighed in defeat. "Alright, Jurgen. Whatever you say—where is he?"
"Who?"
"Oliver!"
"W-What?" It was true. They were the only ones in the room.
Robert immediately made for the door and ran up and down the floor for any sign of the missing angel.
The blonde made for the window.
"OH MY GOD!!"
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The two diagnostics doctors were drenched to the very core. The immense downpour made it extremely difficult to see anything beyond five feet.
"Oliver! Where are you?!"
Loud roaring made it impossible to hear anything else too.
Robert and Enrique resume their futile search. The young doctor's heart rose to his throat as panic did. At a short distance away, he saw a figure that inavertedly confirmed his fears.
"Oliver!"
The delicate green-haired boy had fallen to the ground unconscious. The harsh downpour beat continuously in icy sheets on the battered sensitive body. The flimsy patient's gown proved a poor protection. The already pale skin was deathly cold.
Enrique attempted to carry Oliver, which became a challenge that required much effort. The angel had grown heavy because the water that had drenched his wings turned into ice that added to the thickness of the clear glass that encased them.
"ROBERT!" the Italian roared through the rain.
"HAVE YOU FOUND HIM?!" asked the elder doctor. What his best friend carried in his arms answered his question. "Holy shi—"
"I don't know how he ended out here…" the blonde said weakly.
Robert felt the temperature of Oliver's forehead as well as the pulse on his wrist.
"His pulse in weak. Let's get him inside."
Unseen by his companion, Enrique wiped a tear away from summer blue eyes and uttered a prayer to the merciless elements.
"Oh God, please keep Oliver safe…"
TBCA/N: tell me if there's any typo…and if y'all AGAIN didn't understand some thingalings…ask me when y'all review? okay? enjoy!xD and ciAo…