Here is another chapter! It includes some Gloq, so enjoy and review! :)
Elphaba, despite her frustration and anger at Fiyero, was still on time for tea and she pushed open the door to Glinda's room with her hip. The blonde was lying face-first on the bed, her golden curls spayed out across her fluffy pillow.
"And what is wrong with the princess today?" Elphaba questioned, rolling her eyes as she poured tea for her mistress.
Glinda rolled over and sat up, putting a hand to her forehead. "I don't feel well." She told her, laying back down again.
Elphaba traveled to the bathroom and ran an old rag under the faucet of the sink. She wrung the water out and then came to Glinda's bedside, painstakingly adjusting the rag so that it wasn't dripping into her eyes. "Would you like me to get you a pill?" She inquired, pressing a hand to her cheek. Her pale face was hot and sweat was beading on her skin.
"Anything," Glinda begged, coughing and sitting up as Elphaba placed the tea on her bedside table.
"I'll be back in a little. Don't die," She let out a cackle and Glinda managed a slight smile as the green girl closed the door behind her. She returned minutes later and dropped the blue capsule into the blonde's awaiting hand.
"Elphie, what is that?" Glinda told her, swallowing the pill and washing it down with her tea. She pointed to the girl's neck, which was covered with the bandage. Elphaba idly stood there for a moment, debating whether or not to inform Glinda about what had happened. In the end, she decided against it and grimaced.
"I was putting away a knife and I accidentally cut myself." She lied, not bothering to make a sarcastic comment about the horror-filled expression on her mistress's face. "I'll see you later, Miss Glinda."
A slight moment after Elphaba closed the door, Boq opened Glinda's wardrobe door and stumbled out, his face flushed. "Holy Oz, love, how many dresses do you have in there?" He spluttered, sitting at the edge of her bed, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "I thought I was going to be suffocated in such a place."
"Oh, stop jesting." Glinda scolded, swatting him on the arm playfully.
"How are you feeling?" The man asked, stroking her cheek lovingly. He hated to see her in such pain.
"Terrible. Why do I have get sick when you're here?" She asked, mostly to herself as she cuddled into her comforter in disappointment.
"Just because you're sick doesn't mean that I can't be here. I can take care of you." Boq told her, fingering one of her coiffed curls.
"Really?" questioned Glinda, sniffling as she came up to look at him.
"Of course." He answered, kissing her forehead and taking her hand. Boq moved to lay next to her and she gently laid her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. "I love you."
"I love you too." Glinda responded, wriggling around until she was comfortable and then falling asleep on his muscular chest.
"Well, that was unexpected," Fiyero huffed, gently closing the door and running a tattooed hand through his hair. He was just having such a great day. The prince had gotten dissed by the girl that he was sure that he really liked and his betrothed preferred the company of another man. It could be worse, Fiyero told himself. Elphaba could have been killed by Etai and Glinda could be one of those clingy, over-protective women. As he was brooding, he wasn't paying attention to where his feet were going until he collided head-on with another person.
"You know, you really have a knack for getting people hurt." Elphaba hissed at him, getting off the floor and glaring at him. "Just watch where you're going. I would rather not run into you again."
"Why do you insist on taking on such a snide tone when you're talking to me?" Fiyero asked, rubbing his head and trying to get rid of the persistent throbbing.
"Well, why do you insist on talking to me?" Elphaba retorted, crossing her arms sassily.
Damn. Fiyero had to admit that she had him there. "Uh, I guess you don't have to. But when Glinda and I are wed, you'll be forced to talk to me." He told her pointedly.
"Oh, I am very much looking forward to the day when I am forced to have a normal conversation with you." She pointed out, a characteristic smirk gracing her sharp features.
"I will as well. Good day, Elphaba." He told her as he turned the other way. As he strolled down the corridor, he could swear that he heard her cackle in amusement.
"We'll see who's going to be laughing in the end, Elphaba. I will get you to enjoy my company." He muttered. "If you know what I mean." He added to no one in particular.