AN: Hola!
Here's another chapter for you guys.
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Spamano4ever: He is healing. Slowly, but healing nonetheless.
Enjoy.
Lovino woke Antonio up at two that morning. "Toni, let me up."he said quietly.
Antonio didn't question him, releasing his grip on the Italian and letting him get up and disappear down the hall past the kitchen.
Five minutes later, Lovino came back and laid back down, resting his head against Antonio's chest.
Antonio brushed the bangs out of Lovino's face and frowned at the warmth. "Are you feeling alright, cariño?"he asked quietly.
Lovino nodded, but he had hesitated, letting Antonio know it was a lie.
"You got sick, huh?"Antonio asked quietly.
Lovino nodded again.
Antonio pressed a kiss to Lovino's forehead and sighed. "Get some rest, Lovi. It'll make you feel better."
Lovino settled down again after that. He knew why he was sick. He always got sick when he was healing like this. It happened everytime. He didn't bother to tell Antonio the entire truth.
When Lovino woke up next time, it was around four thirty and Gilbert was starting to wake up. The Italian curled further in on himself and let himself drift a bit again. He didn't have to be up for another half hour.
Antonio woke up just before five and noticed that not only was Lovino still asleep while everyone else was up and moving, but that he had blood staining his lips. He frowned, rubbing one of Lovino's arms to wake him up.
Lovino blinked his eyes open and looked at Antonio. "What's with the blood?"he asked quietly, trying not to alert anyone else.
Feliciano heard him, though, and looked over to see that there were blood stains on his brother's lips and hand. He sighed. "Again, Lovi?"he asked.
Lovino groaned slightly. He just wanted some rest, damn it.
Gilbert looked over at Lovino for a moment before he sighed. "You feel up to school today?"
"Can I have a siesta at lunch, at least?"Lovino asked.
Gilbert nodded.
Lovino sat up and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine then."
Antonio let the Italian get up and sat up in silence.
As soon as Lovino disappeared to get a shower before school after grabbing his clothes, Antonio looked to Feliciano and the others. "What the hell's going on?"
Feliciano sighed. "Lovino...it's just...he is healing. He just..everytime something happens and he gets hurt really bad and has to heal like this..he does end up getting sick. It isn't often, thank god, but.."
"Don't tell me this is normal, Feli. He was puking blood last night,"Antonio said. "I thought he was just sick or I would've woke one of you up."
Gilbert sighed. "Listen to me, Antonio. Lovino..it's actually pretty normal for him to puke up blood. Something happened when he was little, it happens. He's perfectly fine, and he'll let you know if he needs help."
Antonio settled and nodded, letting it drop.
Lovino came back not long after, carrying his shirt and letting Antonio do the guaze and the brace before he put the shirt on.
Matthew spoke softly. "Hey, Lovi? Are we still going to go to book club this evening after school?"
"Wait, that's today?"Lovino asked, blinking at his friend. "I swore they said it was next week."
"No, it's today,"Matthew said softly.
Lovino sighed and shook his head. "I don't know man. Maybe. Ask me again before my siesta, okay?"he said.
Matthew nodded in understanding. He knew Lovino wasn't feeling well. He wasn't going to push him.
That morning, Vash and Roderich joined the group in their normal spot. Vash frowned when he saw Lovino resting against Antonio. "Man, no offense Lovino, but you look like hell."
"Thanks,"Lovino mumbled, looking at the Swiss for a moment before a shiver went through him.
Antonio frowned. He'd thrown his jacket across Lovino to try to keep him warm after they sat down, but he could tell it wasn't helping.
Vash shrugged his own military-type jacket off and moved to lay it atop Antonio's over Lovino.
The Italian looked at Vash before he snuggled deeper under the jackets laying on him. "Grazie,"he whispered.
Vash nodded in understanding. Antonio remained quiet and serious for the longest, combing his fingers through Lovino's hair lightly.
After a while, Gilbert spoke. "I wish he would've just stayed home, he needs some rest,"he said.
Antonio looked up at Gilbert. "Yeah. But he's stubborn."he replied quietly.
"Shut up, bastard,"Lovino said, glaring up at Antonio with no heat before he curled up further, as far as he could manage with his brace on.
"Lovi, you're going to cut your breathing off doing that with the brace on,"Antonio warned, tapping at the Italian's knees gently.
Lovino huffed. "I don't care,"he grumbled. "I'm fucking freezing."
Antonio sighed.
"Having some trouble, I see?"
That voice. Lovino knew that voice. He swallowed thickly, looking up at the person standing behind Antonio.
Vash got up, moving to stand in front of his 'brother' and Antonio. "I'm sorry, sir, but you have no right to be here."he said.
Lovino moved to pull at Vash's shirt sleeve. Vash's eyes never left the male standing in front of him, but he grabbed Lovino's hand gently and gave it a squeeze before dropping it.
"Vash, stop."Lovino said. "You'll get hurt,"
The fear in the Italian's voice startled the rest of the group. Vash wasn't phased by it, it seemed.
Why the fuck is this happening now? Lovino thought.
Here. I'm terrible..god, I'm so so sorry.