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The next morning when Gil woke up he refused to get out of bed, still drowsy from not getting enough sleep; but when he remembered how Oz was feeling the previous night he shot out of bed. He quickly dressed before speed walking down the hall towards his master's room. It was all he could do not to run in on Oz in his room. Gil exhaled once to calm himself. He knocked on the door twice and opened it.
Oz was still asleep, he hadn't woken up to the knock at his door. Gilbert walked up to and sat on the side of the bed, looking over the child's sleeping figure. The blond's cheeks were stained with tears and his cheeks were flushed from all the crying he did the other day. Even while he was sleeping Oz had a sad grimace on his face.
Gil gently shook the boy's shoulder, rousing him from his slumber. He looked up at his valet with his eyes half open. "Morning." The raven-haired man greeted.
Without giving any recognition to him or his words Oz laid his head back down and shut his eyes. Gilbert shook him again, but this time he didn't respond. Gil sighed, then rubbed the boy's upper back warmingly.
Oz had always been the most emotional in the morning, when he was still too tired to hide or control his feelings. He wanted nothing more than to be left alone right now, his nerves were already shot from the day before; he needed time to cope with the emotions. He curled up into a semi-ball, almost completely concealing himself under the covers. He wasn't cold, but the warmth was comforting.
Gil sighed again, it was clear Oz wasn't getting up for awhile. He shut the door behind himself as he walked out to smoke a cigarette.
The blond relaxed as soon as his valet left, he was so tense from his attempts to not cry in the presence of company it hurt. He wanted to let go again, to cry out all of his sadness, but he knew that if he continued to mope around he would only hurt Gil more than he already had. As much as he didn't want to, he had to put on a brave face, for Gil.
Oz forced himself out of bed and got dressed in his usual outfit. He washed the tears off his cheeks and brushed his hair before walking to the kitchen where Gilbert was smoking, his head hanging out the window. The raven-haired man smiled at him, happy to see that his master up and walking around.
"Awake now?" Raven asked.
Oz let out a short laugh. "Yeah."
Gil put out his cigarette and moved to the fridge. "Want anything to eat?" He offered.
"No i'm good." The blond politely turned down the offer and instead sat down at the dining room table. He ran his fingers along the stains in the wood absentmindedly. Without looking up at his valet Oz asked, "Are we going to see Alice today?"
Gilbert answered, "Whenever you're ready."
The boy nodded silently. He stopped the motion of his hand and stood up to get ready to depart for the hospital. It was getting closer to Christmas time, so it was getting too cold to go outside without a jacket on. Oz slipped on his white fur trench coat before reentering the kitchen where Gil was patiently waiting for him.
When Gilbert saw his master he pushed off the counter he was leaning on and led the boy to the court yard where there was a carriage sitting without a driver. He climbed up to the driver's spot as Oz got in the back, then they started their journey to the hospital. Throughout the ride Oz prepared himself mentally and emotionally to see Alice again in such a bad condition, knowing that she was on the verge of death just hours ago.
Once they arrived at the hospital Gil parked the carriage and both boys trudged up to the building. They asked the lady at the reception desk where Alice's room was, then followed the directions to the correct floor. Since the girl was doing better, they moved her from the emergency room to a regular hospital room.
Oz slowly opened the door and peaked around it to look inside, seeing no one other than the person they came to visit. He walked in and sat down in the chair next to her, Gil stood at the end of the bed. Alice was still asleep.
She looked much better than yesterday. Her hospital gown didn't have a speck of blood on it, and didn't seem to be in pain; though she was still pale as a ghost. Oz felt an enormous amount of relief, she was going to be okay; even though he had been told that last night he didn't truly believe it until now.
He gently held her small hand in his, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles. She was cold, but that was to expected, considering the amount of blood she lost. Oz brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it softly before resting his forehead on their interlocked fingers.
"Oz?"
Said boy jerked his head up to look at the girl who had spoken, gazing at him with drowsy, half open eyes, the smallest smile tugging at her lips.
"Good morning." He whispered. He couldn't help but smile at her, she was too cute.
"Good morning." She replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I got run over by a truck." She answered.
Oz smiled wider. "That's normal. You did get a pole thrown through your chest."
"And broke a few ribs." Gilbert added.
Alice tilted her head so she could see the raven-haired man. "Hi seaweed head."
Said man got a tick mark and his eye began to twitch. "Hey stupid rabbit."
Alice moved her head back to talk to her manservant. "It's so boring here. They won't even let me get out of bed." She sulked.
Oz laughed. "I'm pretty sure you've been asleep most of the time. You can't be that bored."
The two teens continued to chatter, causing Gibert to smile at their antics. He was happy to see that his master was feeling better, even if the rabbit was the reason for it. Gil sat down on the chair next to the door and watched them talk. After a while a nurse walked in to check on the brunette, adding some morphine to the drip connected to her left wrist.
When left the two teens struck up another conversation, but this one didn't last very long before Alice's eyelids began to droop. Oz laid his head down in his arms next to hers, gazing into her eyes until they closed. He breathed a sigh and relaxed there for a few more minutes, taking in all of the girl's features. After another few moments he stood and walked over to Gil, who smiled down at the blond.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
Oz glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping girl. "Yeah, I guess."
"We can stay if you want, you know. I'm not going to force you to do anything."
"No, we can go." He said. It felt nice to talk to Alice again, but he needed to go home and leave her to rest; even though he didn't really want to. It hurt to leave her alone, but just seeing her acting like her normal self even though she was vitally wounded lifted his spirit.
Gilbert nodded and led the boy to their carriage outside and drove home. Oz sat down on the living room loveseat while Gilbert searched for Break and Sharon. He needed to find something for Oz to do to distract his mind from his chain that was i the hospital.
Gil found them on the back patio having tea. Sharon was the first of the two to see the raven-haired man, saying, "Why, hello Gilbert. What can we do for you?"
He sat down at the table with them and answered, "Do you have anything planned? I need to distract Oz."
Break swallowed the cake he was eating. "Why is that Raven?"
"He's worried about Alice." Gilbert replied.
"Has he gone to see her lately?" Sharon questioned.
"Yes, we just came back from the hospital."
"Is she doing all right?"
"She's better than yesterday."
"Well that's good."
Gil nodded.
Break said, "I don't have anything planned. What would you propose we do?"
"I don't know, that's why I came to you guys."
Sharon suggested, "We could go skiing, it's cold enough."
"That sounds like a good idea." Gil said.
He walked back to the living room where Oz was passed out in front of the fireplace. He looked at his master for a moment, then decided to let him sleep for a bit before he woke him up. Gil sat on one of the recliners and relaxed.
Finished finally! Sorry for the wait guys, my internet was acting up. Please, reviews!