Trauma
"How is she doing?" Gilbert asked the doctor.
"Badly, but she's stabilizing. She's awake, and keeps asking for her colleagues." He said.
Oz's face lit up with anticipation. "Can we see her?" The blond asked hopefully.
The doctor replied, "I don't see why not."
Gil and Oz looked at each other. "You'll have to stay quiet though, the last thing we need is for her to be stressed out." The doctor informed.
The boys stood and followed the doctor to Alice's room. Inside were three nurses huddled around a hospital bed in the center of the room. When they saw the duo they moved aside, revealing the girl laying there. Oz covered his mouth with a hand as his breath hitched at the sight of her condition.
She looked horrible. Her skin was ghostly white, void of color, making her look as if she were dead. The medical gown she was wearing had a large bloodstain on the chest; the blood looked old in some places and new in others. Her small frame shook with every heartbeat and heaving breath.
"Alice?" Oz gasped in a low voice.
Said girl rolled her head in his direction, though she seemed like she couldn't see clearly still, given the fact that she was staring a few feet to the right of him. "Yeah?" She croaked.
The blond wanted to say something; he wanted to tell her how worried he was about her and that he was so happy she was alive, but he couldn't. He didn't trust his own voice at the moment. His breath hitched again, letting a short sob out in the process. Gil placed a reassuring hand on the boy's back.
"What Oz?" She asked, anger creeping into her voice because no one was answering her. No one noticed the use of her manservant's real name.
Oz took a deep, shaky breath. "We thought you were going to die." He said simply. This whole time he had been bracing himself for the worst, telling himself that there was no way he could save her, he had already screwed up when he let her get hurt in the first place.
Alice smiled her snarky smile, the one that Oz loved, and remarked, "I'm stronger than that. I would never die so easily, so stop moping." She was right there, what was he so sad about?
Oz smiled a little. "I'll try." He promised.
The brunette shut her eyes and whispered, "Good."
Just then the doctor walked back in. He suggested, "Why don't you two go home and get some rest? You're welcome to come back in the morning."
Gil replied, "Thanks, that sounds like a good idea. Can you keep us posted?" He added when he saw the fright jump into his master's eyes.
"Of course!" The doctor smiled. "We'll take good care of her." He reassured the shaken boy. The duo walked out together, Oz pulled in close to his valet. The blond removed his hand from his mouth and sniffed.
The raven-haired man felt so bad for him, he desperately wanted to make the pain he was feeling stop. He sighed in exhaustion though he wasn't physically tired; it had been an emotionally tiring day for all of them.
They climbed in the carriage waiting for them, sitting on opposite sides. The ride to their home was quiet and tense. Oz constantly looked on the edge of tears, though he refused to let them fall. Why did he always do that? To Gil it was more painful to watch his tortured expression than see him cry. At least crying would make the blond feel better, instead of letting the emotions build up like he was doing now.
When they were at the reinsworth mansion the two stepped out and Gil paid the driver. Oz stood and waited patiently for him, then they walked in together. Gil sat in the living room in front of the fireplace and offered the seat next to himself to Oz; but the boy rejected the offer and instead went to his room.
He dressed for bed then climbed under the covers, lying on his stomach. After a few moments of laying there he couldn't hold it in any longer and began to sob uncontrollably into his pillow. He cried for Alice, for her pain and suffering, and for the pain he caused Gil by being hurt by the events that took place earlier that day.
From outside his door Gilbert heard the pain filled cries and sighed, forcing himself to remember that both teen were going to be fine. He wasn't sure if the incuse had gone that far, but if their bond was close enough then he couldn't afford for the rabbit to die, because he would lose his precious master. And he could never be able to live with himself if that happened. He pushed off the wall he was leaning on and walked to his own room where he would spend the night.
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