Hey guys! Real quick update huh? But yeah...I have bad news, this story is NOT going on hiatus, and I am NOT giving up on this its just that I'm leaving this place I've been staying at for a while and I won't have internet, therefore, I can't update or post new chapters for some time, and after I left you guys for a while too I'm leaving you again. I'm sorry! But I'm making up for it with a new and fluffy filled chapter, so I hope you enjoy~~
Chapter 13: Fragile.
-Night terrors are gripping him. And only one person is able to save him from...Himself...?-
September 7th, 2013.
Saturday.
3:23 A.M
He thrashes, the blankets are barely hanging onto his body from the wild and frantic moving of the boy, and with another cry of pain, and with another violent jerk, the blankets fall entirely off of his body and scatter onto the floor in a heap beside his bed. Beads of persprint lick the sides of his face, his brow is drenched in sweat, and his face is coiled in pain and despair.
He was having a nightmare again, but this time, it was much worse than what he experienced before.
Hands were pulling him inside his dreams, touching, squeezing, groping, hurting and humiliating him. And no matter how much he pleaded, how much he cried, and no matter how much he tries to get away, no one was helping him, no one was coming to his aid. He couldn't even help himself.
And no one, ever really cared.
He watches in horror as his father turns, and leaves him in the clutches of these...Monsters, naked, and shrouded in darkness.
He screams in agony as pain suddenly explodes from his ribs, he casts his eyes downward onto his body, to see a knife stabbed into his gut. He screams again in pain as the knife slowly drags down lower, into his hip, onto his thigh, and into his leg.
And he couldn't stop them. The metallic taste of blood pours into his mouth, and when he turns his head slightly to the side to spit out the disgusting tasting liquid, his head gets slammed back into the bed, and he's forced to choke on his own blood, he gags and wheezes, trying to force his lungs to take in oxygen.
During this whole process of humiliation and torture, he could hear screaming, his father was yelling at him at that very moment, what else could his father possibly want from him? When he was in such a dreadful state?
"You're not my son! You're too weak and pathetic!" He could hear his father shouting from somewhere within the darkness of the room.
He could hear accusing voices, whispering and murmuring about him, he could hear it all around him. How he was evil, how he was odd, strange, not of this world. How he was insane, pathetic, crazy, and not all there.
He couldn't stop the hands, he couldn't stop the voices, he couldn't stop his father.
What else was there for him to do?
"Kill yourself, boy." He heard his father's voice drone from within the darkness.
Oz was suddenly all alone, a knife is clenched painfully inside his hands, and he is finally alone...But he's still in the dark. It was dark yes, but the ominous shine of the metal knife could easily be seen in that dimly lit room, his wrists were bare, and oh so tempting.
One slice, another slice onto the other wrist, and this whole ordeal, this torutre, this humiliation and hurt, could finally be over; his father won't have to hurt him anymore, none of the voices would ever be able to reach his ears ever again.
Wihtout any further hesitation, he pulls the knife down to his wrist and slices a large gash into his own flesh; he was at an awkward angle, which caused the knife to dig harshly from the inside of his wrist, down to the inside of his elbow, and blood instantly began pouring out of the wounds.
But just as he clenches the knife into his left hand, to slice a wound into the other wrist, flashes of images appear infront of his eyes.
His sister Ada is crying heavily, curled up in the middle of his room, and holding onto his dead, lifeless body inside her arms, she's clinging onto his lifeless form as though for dear life as she sobs heavily into his still and silent chest.
His father is still cursing his name up and down the walls, but he's holding a picture of Ada and him when they were younger, inside his hand, and Oz watches as his father throws the frame, where it smashes into the wall opposite of where his father stood.
And he sees Gilbert, clutching a hand to his chest as he falls to the carpet of his room on his knees in shock, a look of pure undeniable fear is etched onto his face as he stares wide eyed at the dead body clutched inside Ada's arms.
When Oz looks down to his wrists, and sees that both his hands are bleeding now, and that both his wrists are cut open widely, and gore is spilling forth from out of the self-inflicted wounds, he quickly regretted ever trying to take his life. He was dying now, and he still couldn't do anything to help himself.
"Oz!"
"Ahhhh!" Oz screams in fright, thrashing his legs and clawing at anything that he could get his hands on. "I'm sorry!" He shouts loudly, kicking his legs wildly about as he trembles uncontrollably.
He feels hands at his shoulders, and instantly, the image of his dad floats into his wild, blurried gaze. He quickly snaps both his eyes shut and screams in terror as he pleads for his father to "stop", to "stop hurting him."
"Oz! Enough!" He hears a voice shout from in front of him.
He shakes his head wildly in denial as he lets forth another terrified sounding scream. "Let me go! Don't hurt me anymore!" He pleads, he grabs onto something, and he gives it a violent tear with his nails.
"Gilbert! Un-hand him at once!"
"He still thinks he's dreaming!"
"But if you continue to hold onto him, he'll only hurt you!"
He will only hurt you? Who is he? His father? Who exactly did these voices belong to that are constantly shouting?
"Oz! It's Gilbert! Open your eyes!"
Oz stills, as though a huge wave of ice cold water had suddenly, and violently, crashed through him, he realizes in pure shock that what had currently took place, had all been a dream, that no one was there to hurt him anymore, that nobody was hurting him, slicing him, and torturing him, it had all been but a horrible nightmare, and that the voices he heard mentioning the name of "he", they were actually talking about him.
He was Oz, and he was in a hospital for the mentally ill.
And the voices that were constantly shouting, belonged to that of Xerxes Break, and the other voice, belonged to that of Gilbert Nightray.
"Gil...?" Oz whispers out, finally opening his tear filled eyes to stare hopelessly lost at the security guard above him.
Gilbert instantly relaxes at the sight of Oz's eyes, which were full of confusion, but he could easily see that Oz was once again, inside those sparkling emerald green eyes, and he sighs heavily in relief at the sight. "Oz..." He breathes, slowly taking his hands away from the boy's trembling shoulders.
But just as he was about to take his hands away, the boy flies at him at a neck breaking speed and tackles him to the floor.
"It was a dream...it was a dream..." Oz kept reminding himself, his body was still trembling like a leaf, but he felt a lot safer in the arms of his bodyguard. "It was only a nightmare...A nightmare..." Oz repeats, clutching desperately onto Gilbert's shoulders as he shook inside his bodyguard's arms.
Gilbert blinks in surprise at being easily tackled to the floor, by a fifteen year old no less, but when he focuses purely on what Oz was whispering to himself, he couldn't help but pull his arms up, and embrace the boy.
The boy was still scared, terrified from how badly he is shaking inside Gilbert's arms, but once the bodyguard combs through the tangled and messy head of shining blonde hair, Gilbert begins to notice a change in Oz's body language, the teen is no longer shaking, he is no longer repeating his words to form some kind of protective barrier around him, Oz was relaxing and breathing calmly through his nose, and into Gilbert's chest.
"I'll inform the men outside that Oz is now calm and sedated."
Both the boy's flinch at the sound of Break's calm voice, they had both actually forgotten the therapist was inside the room with them.
So when Gilbert shifts his head, he sees Break smirking at him from over his shoulder as the doctor leaves the room without another word, and quietly shuts the door behind him. Gilbert could hear the murmuring of voices from the other side. Break actually did go and inform the other security guards and the medical staff that Oz was now alright and calm.
"Gilbert...?" Oz whispers from within Gil's chest quietly.
Gilbert tilts his head back down and hums his reply down to the boy at his chest.
"How...Bad...Was I...?" Oz whispers again, he had no idea why he was whispering, but the silence was calming, save for the quiet breathing and heartbeat of Gilbert. And he also thought that if he so much as raised his voice one octave, the nightmares, and the memories, would come flying back at him.
"You...Don't remember?" Gilbert replies, voice calm. He was trying at that very moment to be strong, but Gilbert, was probably as scared as Oz was.
Oz shakes his head. "I'm...Afraid to..."
Gilbert felt his heart drop to his stomach at the sound of Oz's light voice, which was laced with fear. The security guard couldn't help but tighten his hold around Oz's back, and bury his nose within the blonde locks of Oz's messy bedhead. "You're alright now...You...Were pretty bad this time...Do you even know that we're on the floor?"
"What?" Oz whispers harshly, lifting his head up from the crook of Gilbert's neck to glance around at his surroundings.
And yes, they are on the floor, in the furthest corner of his inpatient dorm room, with his bed a mess, his mirror on the floor and shattered to pieces, and there they lay, on the floor inside the messy room.
"How...Did I...?" He trails off, taken aback at his own erradict behavior.
Oz lifts himself up, and plants his legs on either side of Gilbert's waist as he looks furiously around his room, everything looked different now, tainted in way. Only because he was completely out of it when he had destroyed nearly everything inside his room.
"What is wrong with me?" He harshly questions himself, grabbing the sides of his head with both his hands and blocking out whatever voices he had started to rise and reach his ears.
"Oz?" Gilbert calls, brows wrinkled in confusion as he notices the boy's sudden behavior. "Oz?" He calls again, he starts to sit up and when he does, he plants a reassuring hand on Oz's shoulder. "Are you alright?" He looks at Oz's hands, and notices the slight trembling in the boy's movements.
"Gilbert...Why am I like this...?" Oz whispers, hanging his head as he drops his hands onto Gilbert's strong shoulder blades and clutches desperately at the fabric of Gilbert's dress shirt. "I'm...scared..." he stammers. 'I'm scared...Of myself...!' He whimpers lightly, then bites down hard onto his lip for making such noise in the presence of Gil.
Gilbert shakes his head with a sad sigh. "I...Have no idea Oz...But I've seen worse, what you did here, is nothing compared to what I've seen the other patients do." He tries to reason with Oz.
Who only shakes his head and digs harshly into his shoulders with his hands. "I'm...Abnormal..."
"No you're not." Gilbert replies sternly. "You are just a boy that had to deal with things he wasn't ready for. You've been pushed into this behavior and it isn't your fault at all."
"Then why can't I just be normal like the rest?" Oz questions, his voice rising in volume.
"Shh...You're okay now..." Gilbert informs. "I don't want you getting a headache with so much thinking."
"But..." Oz tries to argue, but what was the point? Oz merely shakes his head with a sigh and nods his head soon after. "Okay...But what about my room?"
"The staff will handle that tomorrow."
"But the mirror..It wasn't even mine, do I need to pay to replace it?"
"No. The hospital is equiped and funded with these certian objects, I'm sorry Oz but, I don't think they'll allow you to have another mirror because of this...Incident." Gilbert informs, pursing his lip in displeasure at having to call what this entire...Thing was, as a mere "incident".
Oz nods his head and slowly, he gets up from the lap of Gilbert and silently walks to the edge of his bed, and plops himself down with a huff. "Will they punish me for making a wreck out of the room?"
"No. The hospital is strict, but not with things such as this." Gilbert announces, dusting himself off as he walks to the edge of Oz bed as well, and kneels in front of the boy with a small smile. "No more worrying. Just go to bed."
"I don't want to sleep." Oz quickly exclaims, he reaches forward and grabs hold of Gilbert's shoulders once again, right now, Gilbert's shoulders were the most reassuring attribute the bodyguard had at that moment, besides his caring golden eyes. "Will you stay?" He asks quietly, locking eyes with his bodyguard.
Who looks away with a frown and directs his attention to the door. "Break might want to discuss something with me..." He reluctantly replies, he didn't want to go, but thus is his job, he might be needed else where. He looks back to Oz with a smile. "But I won't be gone long. I promise I will be back." He vows to the teen, patting the younger male's leg reassuringly as he rises from his kneeling posistion.
"Please don't go!" Oz pleads, desperately grabbing onto Gilbert's dress shirt sleeve with his hand and tugging the security guard towards him. "I don't...Want to be alone..." He announces quietly.
Gilbert looks from the door, back to Oz, to the doorway again, but then sighs and nods his head. "I might get in trouble, but I don't really give a damn." He chuckles with a roll of his eyes. "I will stay. As long as you lay down and get comfortable in bed, then I will stay the entire night." He quickly informs the teen sternly.
Oz merely nods his head and slides himself backward across the bed, not needing to be told twice as he lays down onto the disheveled sheets of his mattress, and hugs the pillow to his chest. "You promise, right?" Oz quickly replies, his voice serious as he looks over to the raven-haired security guard in skepticism.
But when Gilbert nods his head in reply with a smile stretched crookedly across his face, that's the only indication Oz needs to know that the security guard will keep his word. So when Oz gets comfortable and lays his head back down onto the bed, he sighs calmly and wills the negative thoughts, and feelings, away from his body, practically willing to forget that this night ever happened and hoping to forget it ever took place.
He can't even remember what his nightmare was about, flashes of blurred and black visions flitt across his mind, but they were much to distorted to make heads or tails out of.
"Want a blanket?"
At the sound of Gilbert's voice, the images all but shattered away completely, warmth and security wrapped around him entirely. He nods his head.
"Yes please." Oz replies, smiling small, despite feeling just a tad bit embarrassed and horrified that the security guard had to witness his hysteria...Again. But this time, the "incident" was much worse then before.
Oz nuzzles into his pillow further as Gilbert lifts the blanket over his body, and gently lays it down across him and his bed. He peeks his eyes open, to see that Gilbert was fussing with the posistioning of the blanket. He chuckles lightly when he notices the concentrated look on the security guards facial expression.
Gilbert quirks an eyebrow up at the giggling teenager and purses his lip. "What's so funny?"
"You're acting like my valet again. Should I just tell everyone your my valet instead of bodyguard?" Oz teases lightly, smile directed at Gilbert.
Who ducks his head with a light blush staining across his cheeks. "I'm just making sure—"
"—don't fret Gil, I like the mother hen in you." Oz replies, still smiling broadly at the raven-haired man at his bedside.
Gilbert only smiles and rests a hand upon Oz's head. "Rest now. I said I would stay if you take it easy. If you're gonna tease, I'm gone."
Oz quickly shakes his head in worry and swiftly grabs hold of Gilbert's hand. "I promise I won't tease."
"Take it easy Oz. I'm only kidding." Gilbert smiles.
Oz nods his head with a pout. "I know...Its just that you tease with a serious expression, it's misleading."
Gilbert holds a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter, but when Oz looks up at him with that adorable pout, he couldn't help but laugh at the boy. "You're so cute." He laughs, but then quickly slaps a hand over his mouth with a dark embarassed blush. "I-I-I m-mean...!" He tries to cover his slip up, but when Oz is peering up at him curiously, he lost all the words.
Oz smiles brightly and squeezes Gilbert's hand in his own. "You are too when you blush and babble like an idiot."
"Oz..." Gilbert groans in offence, quickly looking away with a scowl.
Oz chuckles lightly and pulls his bodyguard forcefully by the hand, causing Gilbert to lose his balance and lunge forward towards the teen below. They lay there for a couple of silent seconds, Gilbert just barely touching his lips against the cool flesh of Oz's neck, with Oz's nose just inches away from his ear.
The security guard would definitely be babbling like an idiot by how close they were on the bed and with the posistions they were in...
But when Oz was merely a breath away from his ear, he ceases all train of thought completely.
"I feel better..." Gilbert hears Oz softly say from directly beside his ear. "Gilbert, you always make me feel better, I don't even know how you do it. Even like this, I feel safe when I'm with you." Oz whispers into Gilbert's ear, finally releasing his hold on his bodyguard's hand, to plant both his hands across Gilbert's shoulders in a hug. "I don't want you to leave, will you stay?"
"I already said I—" Gilbert was about to reply, but when he felt Oz shaking his head, he goes silent once again.
"I mean like this...Lay with me...?" Oz whispers timidly, glad for once that Gilbert can't see his face, because if Gilbert did see, Oz knew for sure that he would only be teased about how cute he was again, just by how red his face was getting.
Did he really just ask such a thing from Gilbert? And what would he possibly think of it?
Only one way to find out, and that was with Gilbert's reply.
Gilbert bites his lip in worry, he was already treading on dangerous grounds here, and their posistions definitely didn't make it any better, but what else could he say? No? That would surely hurt the boy's feelings. More so than they already were at this point. But with the boy hugging him, telling him things that he has never heard anyone say to him before, and with Oz breathing just beside his ear, he found absolutely no reason to say no, it's because he really did want to stay, exactly like this.
Gilbert nods his head slowly, he slides his hands up and plants them on either side of Oz's blonde head as he eases himself off of the boy to stare down at him with a small, and completely nervous, looking smile. "Okay...But I'm laying beside you, I'm not gonna squish you all night." He states with a roll of his eyes as he lays himself down beside the smiling teen.
With one arm cradling his head, while the other rests against his hip, he openingly stares and admires the boy beside him. Oz really didn't know the power of his own persuasive words, Gilbert was sure that if Oz so much as beckoned him, he would follow the blonde-haired teenager instantly. And that to Gilbert was a scary thought, but besides feeling mildly irritated at his own submissive behavior, he couldn't find no flaw in that thought. He would gladly follow Oz through and hell and back if need be, as long as he was able to protect him from any other danger, he would gladly follow him anywhere.
"You're doing it again."
Gilbert blinks out of his thoughts, and focuses more accurately at Oz beside him. "Doing what again?" He asks in confusion.
"Looking at me...Like I'm the last person alive." Oz easily announces, rolling onto his side to face Gilbert completely.
Gilbert blushes, and he averts his gaze to the sheets between them. "I'm..."
'Admiring how beautiful you are, and imagining all of the nights where it's just me and you, exactly like this.' Is what he wants to say.
But of course, he couldn't tell Oz his thoughts, not without first telling Oz about how, and when his feelings ever started to arise.
So looking back to Oz, he smiles sadly. "I'm sorry." He apologizes.
Oz shakes his head and sighs. "It's alright...I like..."
'I like all of your expressions, especially the look you just had on. It always makes me feel special. And wanted.' Is what Oz's exact thoughts were. But he couldn't possibly say that, not without telling Gilbert his feelings. And leaving his feelings open, and vulnerable, was a foolish thing to do.
So he smiles broadly and looks directly into Gil's eyes. "I like your blank stare, its funny." He chuckles. That also wasn't a lie.
Gilbert scowls and bops the teenager in the forehead with his hand. "Go to sleep." He grumbles.
Oz chuckles one last time before resting his head onto Gilbert's hand between them. "I...Can't help it, I'm sorry Gilbert but..." He trails off, closing his eyes.
Gilbert heart starts beating wildly in his chest, his eyes go uncharacteristically wide as they stare dumbfounded at the teen's closed eyes expectantly. 'Can't help but...? What is he going to say?'
"I can't help but get close to you. You're so safe." Oz whispers, sliding his way closer to Gilbert's side on the bed and rests his head completely onto Gilbert's chest, breathing deeply through his nose. Gilbert scent was truly admirable, he always smelt so fresh, clean, and he had this certain quality to his scent that sent shivers down his spine. "I like it..." He whispers, snaking his arm up, and grasps Gilbert's shirt in his hand.
Gilbert nervously gulps, and nods his head. "Thank you...I...Don't really know what to say to that." He replies honestly.
Oz smiles into Gilbert's chest and listens closely to the heavy beating of Gilbert's heart. The rhythymn was erratic and wild, and it soothed his nerves, Gilbert was just as scared as he was in this sudden unpredictable predicament.
"Goodnight, Gilbert." Oz says softly, tilting his head up to smile happily at Gilbert above.
Gilbert blushes at the close proximity, but nods his head all the same. "Goodnight, Oz..."
Silence unfolds in that already deathly silent and broken room, but with the calm breathing of Oz, who was now asleep, Gilbert doesn't realize that silent minutes turned into hours, until he himself, was asleep, with the boy comfortably cradled inside his arms.
Oz cracks his emerald eyes open, just a sliver, because the torn curtain hung up above his bed was streaming in bright sunlight, and it reached to the other side of the room, and he was now currently and momentarily blind. He groans at the bright light and buries his face further into the warm confines of his blanket, he snuggles closer with a small mewl escaping his lips and sighs in pure bliss at the warmth wrapped around him.
"Are you awake?"
"Ahh!" Oz shouts in complete shock as he quickly rolls over and looks frantically around his disheveled room.
"Oz..."
Oz hears his name being called, and when he looks down, he sees that he's straddling Gilbert, who is looking up at him in confusion.
"Are you okay?" Gilbert asks calmly, rubbing the sleep from his golden eye, he was still half-asleep and so far, he was having a rude awakening.
Oz blushes furiously and nods his head quickly. "U-uh, y-yeah. I am. Sorry, did I scare you?" Oz asks, looking around the room again. "I didn't know I fell asleep."
Gilbert yawns loudly and slaps a hand on Oz's knee. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep here either. I was gonna leave before you woke up."
Oz looks down at Gilbert in confusion. "You were gonna leave? Why?" He shifts on top of Gilbert, his legs were starting to get numb.
Gilbert looks up at Oz and sighs heavily. "I'll explain later...But first, can you stop...Moving?" Gilbert asks, hissing under his breath at the friction Oz was causing on his mid-section.
Oz blushes brightly and quickly jumps up. "Sorry!" He apologizes as he jumps down from the bed, only to land on a stray shard of glass with his foot.
"Oww!" The blonde-haired teen shouts loudly, quickly falling back onto the side of his bed with his rump, he lifts his foot to inspect the damage. And yep, he was bleeding, and profusely from how large the shard of glass was from the mirror. He quickly takes the glass out, but he could still see tiny glass shards embedded into his heel to the center of his foot. And for such a small gash, his blood was leaking down his heel to his ankle, to his leg. And onto the floor.
"Damn it, let me see." Gilbert quickly sits up and goes over to Oz, who is sitting at the side of his bed, he sweeps the glass away with his foot, grabs the pillow and dusts it across the floor to make sure he doesn't kneel onto glass himself. And once he timidly reaches and grabs onto Oz's leg to inspect the damage, he sees that Oz's foot was bleeding, and the blood was everywhere on Oz's leg and even on the floor. He cringes and inwardly gags in disgust at the sight of the crimson liquid. But he knew that Oz must be in pain, so he pushes the disgust aside and gets up from Oz's bedside to hold out his hand. "Let's get you to the hospital." He announces sternly, still holding out his hand for Oz to take.
"How far is it?" Oz hisses. His eyes were getting teary with the pain in his foot, it stung, like little burning needles are constantly poking into his foot. And he already absolutely dreaded going for a walk all the way to the hospital from how badly it hurt. He doesn't even want to take Gilbert's generous hand and stand.
"The nurses should be awake, but the infirmary is on the other side of the hospital in the back of the building."
"Why is it there? It's a hospital! Beds, nurses, and doctors should be every where inside that place!"
"This place isn't like an ordinary hospital Oz, it's for the mentally ill. But the nurses are always on-call so we gotta go there and—"
"—it's too far Giiiil!" Oz whines, clutching onto his ankle and hissing painfully through his clenched teeth. "Please just take the tiny bits of glass out and help me clean it..?" The blood was already drying and getting sticky around his ankle.
"O-Oz..." Gilbert's voice drops to a mere whisper as he furiously shakes his head. "I can't do that."
"Why not?" Oz asks, he closes his eyes tightly and whimpers lightly. "Ugggh! It hurts Gil!" He bemoans, holding his foot aloft in the air.
"I'm not good with blood!" Gilbert quickly explains, both eyes tightly shut. "It's taking a lot of will power to not gag and throw up right now."
Oz opens his eyes, and with a stern look and blazing determination in his eyes and facial expression, he grabs the sides of Gilbert's head in both his hands and holds the security guard close to his own face. "Look at me Gilbert." Oz demands sternly.
The security guard timidly opens his eyes and stares wide eyed at the blonde youth in front of him, who looked to be giving him a strong determined look. It was breath taking.
"I need you to stay calm, it's blood yes, and it's gross, but it's only temporary. It's drying, and all I need you to do, is carry me to the bathroom, and I will do the rest. You can do this Gilbert. And I will be very thankful for your help, so you need to push the negative thoughts, and feelings, away." Oz says sternly, face serious as he stares encouragingly at the security guard kneeled before him at his bedside. He gives Gilbert a bright and happy smile as he tilts his head. "Won't you help me Gil?" He asks softly.
Gilbert didn't know whether to feel ashamed of his idiotic fear, or be grateful to Oz for being so supportive. So he went with both. "I'm sorry, I must look like an idiot for being afraid of blood, but I'll help you. Grab onto my shoulder with one arm, and I'll lift you from the bed." Gilbert says determinedly as he bends forward, holding out his arms.
"Are you going to carry me like a princess?" Oz pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not a damsel in distress Gil, can't you carry me on your back?"
Gilbert rolls his eyes. "Why should it matter how I carry you?! Just let me help you damn it!" Gilbert hisses.
"Okay okay!" Oz holds up both his hands in surrender. "Don't need to have a hissy..." He mumbles under his breath.
"Shaddup and hold onto me." Gilbert states flatly.
Oz quirks an eyebrow up at him, but then sighs heavily and nods in agreement. He lifts his left arm, turns his body slightly and lifts his left leg for Gilbert to take, once his arm is over Gilbert's shoulders, he clutches onto the fabric of Gilbert's white dress shirt and swings his right arm to hold onto Gilbert's shoulders as well, and just as he does, Gilbert grabs hold of both his legs, and lifts him from the bed with a light huff.
"Am I heavy?" Oz asks with a smile.
Gilbert shakes his head no. "In fact, your lighter than what I took you for. You're really light...Have you been eating properly Oz?" He asks softly, voice full of concern.
Oz rolls his eyes and points to the door. "We'll discuss how I eat on daily basis some other time, just get me to the bathroom and worry about one thing at a time."
"Right." Gilbert nods, swiftly he strides towards the door, looks over his shoulder to process the damage of the room. He would have to come back to get this whole mess cleaned up with the help of the nurses and a janitor.
"What are you waiting for Gil? For the glass to pop out of my foot and clean itself?"
Gilbert grunts and opens the door. "The bathroom should be down the hall to the left, am I right?" He asks, he came to the inpatient dorm building many times in the past, when he was a bodyguard for Alice, but ever since then, he hardly ever sets foot inside and walk freely inside the patients dorms.
"Yes. And...I'm sorry Gilbert..." Oz's voice drops to a mere whisper.
Gilbert raises an eyebrow. "For what?"
"I got blood on your clean white shirt. It'll stain."
"Thanks for that Oz..." Gilbert replies sardonically. "But I'm not worried about my shirt right now."
"You will be once I'm all cleaned up." Oz replies with a smirk.
"Are you trying to make me feel better? 'Cause it isn't working."
September 7th, 2013.
Saturday.
7:50 P.M
"You're missing Breakfast Oz." Gilbert states regretfully as he gently places Oz onto the sink inside the boys washroom and grabs a handful of paper-towels in order for Oz to clean up his leg and foot with.
Oz chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't really mind. I hardly eat breakfast anyways." He states with a small smile as he eases himself closer to the mirror behind his back as he gently turns himself towards the sink beside him and runs the cold water. "This is gonna sting..." He bemoans, gently dipping his fingers in the cold running water, before finally pulling his foot into the sink and rinsing out his bloody foot with a hiss and a gasp. "It's so cold!" He gasps.
Gilbert smiles and timidly goes to Oz's side at the sink. "Make sure you get your foot all clean, I'll help you take out the shards of glass."
"But what about your phobia of blood?" Oz asks, looking over his shoulder to Gilbert beside him.
Gilbert shrugs and runs a hand through his tangled heap of messy black hair with a sigh. "I gotta get over it sometime, don't I?" He asks with a small fleeting smile before he turns his attention back to Oz's foot inside the sink. Watching in light fascination as the blood is almost completely gone from the wound and draining into the sink.
Oz goes back to cleaning his foot and after a minute of rinsing, he shuts off the water and grabs his ankle with a hiss. "Okay, paper-towel." Oz asks, holding out his hand expectantly towards Gilbert without looking away from his foot, wanting to know whether or not his foot would still bleed or not, but when no new blood seeps out of the wound, he slides away from the sink with a nod of his head.
But then gasps in surprise as Gilbert gently grabs hold of his ankle, and his hand, and gently places the towel over his cold and wounded foot. "What are you doing?" Ask Oz in fright, he hadn't expected Gilbert to help him this much, he only wanted help to the bathroom.
Gilbert smiles at Oz and careful takes the towel away, grabs a new one and places it back onto his foot with ease. "I want to help you Oz. In anyway I can."
"Even if you get sick?"
"Even then, I would push it aside and continue to help you." Gilbert announces with a smile, before he looks back down to help dry the wound.
Oz was surprise to say the least, at this new found sense of generosity and kindness from Gilbert. It was as though Gilbert was trying to be strong for his sake, but that wasn't it, maybe Gilbert was just naturally calm and strong? He just didn't have it in him at the time since their meeting...
'So then...Was it me and my speech that brought out the strong Gil?' Oz thought, maybe it was, and maybe it wasn't, but Oz knew for a fact, that he liked this side of Gilbert. He liked it very much. In fact...
Oz nervously reaches forward with his right hand, and places it on top of Gilbert's hand by his right leg at the sink. And inwardly smirks at the flinch he received from Gilbert at the action. As Gilbert looks up to meet Oz's gaze, his eyes widen at the sight before him.
Gilbert noticed just how beautiful Oz was the moment he laid eyes on him, but it only intensified at this very moment. Oz was smiling down at him with his hand placed directly on top of his own and the teenager is rubbing his thumb gently across his skin. "Oz...?" Gilbert calls timidly.
Oz smiles and gently takes his hand away from Gil's to place it at the side of his face with a soft smile, noticing that Gilbert had started blushing. "You know what Gilbert? I like this strong side of you...And I'm sorry for acting so weird lately, and for all the mean things I have said. I hope you can forgive me for them." Oz says softly, running his thumb across Gilbert's cheek gently and then slides his hand down his cheek to cup his chin in his hand.
Gilbert's face heats up furiously at the casual touches, and when his face gets tilted up further by the help of Oz's which is currently holding his chin, his eyes close with a soft sigh. This was nice, Oz's skin, Oz's hands, his words, his voice. He very much liked everything about the boy. "I forgive you..." He whispers. When he feels that both Oz's hands are on his face, his tilts his head to the side and leans further into Oz's touch.
Oz blushes at the sight before him, a grown 24-year-old man, is leaning into his hands, kneeling before him, and closing his eyes with a soft sigh escaping his lips as though it was the most beautiful and softest touch in the world. He leans down, his lips trembling in both fear and excitement. "Gilbert..." He whispers softly.
When Gilbert flicks his eyes open, just a sliver, he felt his limbs go numb in shock and anticipation, Oz has his eyes closed, he was leaning further towards him as though...As though he wants to kiss him. With Oz's lips just barely touching his own, he reaches up with both his hands, and gently caresses the back of Oz's neck to plant a gentle and very light kiss onto the teen's rosy pink lips.
Oz felt his face flush, felt Gilbert's lips burn against his own, and felt as though he could fly. The butterflies were going mad inside his stomach, and he felt weightless. Gilbert's lips were so soft, so gentle. And the hands at the back of his neck and head, felt so sure, and strong. Oz timidly pushes his lips further into Gilbert's, and he heard his bodyguard whimper at the touch. As though he was scared, or thrilled.
When they both pull away, they lock eyes instantly, and they both share a meaningful look, a look of pure hope, kindness, and thankfulness in that one gaze. And it seemed like an eternity had passed, before they lean forward once again, and capture each others lips in another gentle kiss.
"Oz..." Gilbert whispers between the kiss.
"Gil..." Oz replies, he wraps both his arms around Gilbert's shoulders and clutches almost desperately at the security guards strong shoulder blades. "I...Really..."
"Hellloooooo!" Cheers a merry voice just as the person crashes though the door.
They break away, both blushing madly in embarrassment and shock, they swiftly turn their frightened gazes towards the culprit, and their stomachs drop at the sight of the person that oh so rudely, barged into the bathroom, and ruined their peaceful and heart warming moment.
"B-Break!" Oz stammers nervously, quickly he pushes Gilbert away, with enough strength and force to throw the bodyguard off his feet.
Oh hoh hohhhh...Something is going down...So steamy ;)
And finally! They kiss! Bittersweet moment wasn't it? And I'm terribly sorry for the cliff hanger...Actually, no I'm not, what I'm sorry for is the fact that I'm leaving.
I'm leaving this place I have been staying at for a while, and I don't think I will be able to post another chapter for a sometime, considering that I won't have internet at the place I'm going to. And I'm very sorry for that.
And to end the chapter at such a state! I'm so sorry! But please review and tell me what you think of the chapter, and I assure you, another chapter WILL be posted, as soon as I have internet, in the meantime, please be patient...
Also, i'm sorry if you see a few mistakes, i tried!
-Hella