Hey peeps! i decided to change the rating since i'm not sure of what i want to write, so for now, this shall be safe and free of any offending sexual / violent innuendos. etc. Rating may change again depending on my plot and writing. Sorry if you picked up this story because of it's rating!

Genuine- In goes the lies, out comes the conflicts...

Chapter 4: Wounds

His body ache more than ever, threatening to break his soul apart. He felt a sharp pain on his back... and screamed. His hands tried to claw at whatever was causing the pain, but it never reached to find its source . He could only feel himself twitching and squirming, contorted in all sorts of ugly form, helpless and unwilling. The pain was all he could feel, and yet his soul was detached.

Is this how it feels before you die?

He panicked for a while, afraid of the thought of death, before burning with shame.

Fool! A soldier cannot be afraid of something as minor as death. My death would only be honorable!

He was prepared, his whole life waiting for this to happen someday. And it is happening now.

He felt himself getting further and further away from reality and chose not to fight it, convinced it was his fate to die now.

His mind drifted back to Yuuri. If only he could see him one last time, he would have no regrets. He searched for his presence, for that familiar warmth, but grew depressed as he realized he was not in the room.

We are not fated at all... Not even when I so desperately need him. I want him... To see him... To just be able to hold him once...

The wimp's smile, his voice, the way he says his name all replayed in his mind. His dark hair, black eyes and his vibrant soul; he has always been his source of oasis as well as his emotional storm. Thinking back on every word the king has said to him, he smiled. Deep down he knew Yuuri cared, albeit not the way he wanted but it was more than enough. He remembered the look in Yuuri's eyes when he left for earth, thinking that he might not be able to return. He had cried, and Yuuri had hesitated, arms reaching out towards him, with eyes begging for him to go with him, to earth, to his home. But then that hand retracted before he could grab it and he was gone. What was that look in his eyes before he left?

How he wish he could relive that moment again, grab him before it was too late and follow him back. Perhaps something might have changed. Perhaps he would not be in this state not. Perhaps, just perhaps, Yuuri might even return his feelings. But what was the use of perhaps now?

Yuuri felt the empty weigh in his arms. His mind was blank. He felt his legs moving sluggishly, towards the door, out of the room and along the dark corridor.

Wolfram... Where...

He vaguely felt his feet move towards the medical room. Wolfram must be there. And he needed to see him.

Yuuri felt so sorry towards the blond. It seems like causing him pain was the only thing he could do.

If anything happens, it'll be all my fault. Wolfram suffered because of me and yet I've been too selfish to take notice. Those glimmer of hurt every time I reject him... I know it was tearing him apart but I just couldn't help it. The very idea of me married to a man is...

Yuuri could no longer continue his line of thoughts. This was what had caused Wolfram so much hurt. His utter selfishness and shameless attitude, wanting him yet not brave enough to admit it; only realizing now that he would give anything in the world for the blond to return to him.

It was too late for any regrets now. Wolfram is there fighting for his life and yet all he could do is wait for the final result, the last statement that would either make or break his life.

He sank to his knees before the door, the operation sign flaming ominously at him, as though haunting him for his mistake. Tears started out as a trickle before droplets of water spill from his eyes.

Wolfram, please be alright...

Gisela sucked in a deep breath as sweat started to roll down her face. "Towel!" she nearly shouted in exasperation. She breathed again, willing herself to remain calm. She knows she can do this, even though the person lying there was her old friend and the fiancé of the king. She felt her head thumped. She had never felt so much pressure in her life before. With a scalpel in a hand and a scissor in another, she proceeded to work on his back, grimacing when she saw the handiwork that the invaders have left behind.

"You'll be alright in no time. Soon you'll be chasing is Majesty around again and everything will be back to normal."

Gisela knew she was assuring herself more than the injured boy. And she knew how bad his wound was.

If Wolfram was lucky, the dagger would miss his spinal cord. If he's not, he might as well be prepared to spend the rest of his life as a vegetable. Gisela wished with all her heart and soul that it would not be the latter.

After all, despite Wolfram being an arrogant brat, he was everyone's favorite brat. And Gisela would do everything in her power to prevent any grieving in the castle. There was already too mug grieving since the war. Now was time of peace, where everyone is suppose to enjoy the mundane everyday. Time cannot go back to twenty years ago. She would not allow another tragedy like Julia's to happen. She would not see someone she cared for fade in front of her eyes again.

"Wolfram, you brat. I'll get you well again."

Conrad almost sprinted. When he heard that Wolfram had been injured, he panicked. His only brother, so fragile and prideful to be in the army, was hurt and suffering by the arms of the enemies. He clenched his fist, eyes turning a darker shade of brown as his heart grew with rage.

I swear I'll find those bastards and trace them down. If anything happens to wolfram...

He screeched to a halt, eyes shut, brows furrowed in slight horror as he tried to erase all thoughts of Wolfram in a casket.

His brother will survive, for the sake of his family, country and Yuuri, he must. Without wolfram, he knew that Yuuri would be heartbroken, terrified of another loss of his love ones and be too afraid to venture and risk his soldiers' life anymore.

And most of all, I don't want to lose my dearest brother...

Yuuri's head snapped up as the light of the operation sign dimmed. His heart palpitate like a bass drum as his eyes focused on the door of the room, hoping that probably Wolfram would be miraculously healed and strut out gushing about how wimpy Yuuri am. But that didn't happen as a mess of green hair appeared through the creak of the opening door.

Gisela looked ten years older, her cheery youthfulness all worn away by fatigue. Yuuri very nearly pounced on her, arms grabbing her shoulders, as his eyes grew rather coherent at expressing their distress.

"He... Wolfram has passed the danger period. Now it all depends on him to pull through the night. Tonight is crucial for him as to whether he will recover... Or not..."

Yuuri heaved a sign of relief... Wolfram isn't dead! He's still alive! The young king surprised Gisela by giving her a tight hug, before dashing into the room where Wolfram now lay. His eyes fell on the blond on the bed and felt them brim with tears all over again.

Wolfram lay on the bed, pale and sickly, with his eyes closed; he looked just like a porcelain doll. With his pale complexion even paler, Wolfram looked almost lifeless as he just lay there, with not so much as a single movement. Whatever vigor and enthusiasm he had shown the day before disappeared as though they were non-existent.

Yuuri took one pale hand in his and shivered at the cold touch. He felt more dead than alive.

"Wolf... Can you hear me?" Yuuri whispered as he tucked a lose strand of blond hair behind a ear, fingers trailing his smooth face. "Please wake up soon... I can't bear it when you're laying down here like this. I need you... I hope you will still stay by me. So, please, don't go away and leave me all alone." Yuuri startled himself as the words poured out so naturally, and the haunted words that Wolfram always say etched in his head, mouth refusing to budge.

I love you I love you I love you...Yuuri

His head reverberated full of his overwhelming feelings as he struggled hard to push them to the furthest back of his mind and lock them away-

Love you…

-only to spring out to dominate his head again. His mind rage a war against itself, trying to figure out his own feelings towards the resting boy.

Love you… so much…

Yuuri grabbed the hand tighter, holding it closer to his face, innocently pressing his lips against it…

"What should I do about you Wolfram? What should I do?"

That's all folks. Perhaps you might notice but I am heading towards a writer's block over here. So if you guys have any plot suggestions, feel free to throw them in and I see what I can do to keep this story going. Of course, I have the bigger exciting plot In mind but it's the small details I'm fretting about. So, do drop in some reviews and I would to hear your honest opinions about this story.

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