The Story Of Blood And Roses
/ The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 115
"Michael," I whispered again . He seemed to hear what I was saying .
"What?" he groaned .
"Are you okay?" I asked .
"Do I look it?" I suppose that he hadn't lost his touch even when he was ill . I chuckled and mumbled a no .
"Can you open your eyes?" He just groaned again; I took that as a no . "What's wrong?" I whispered .
"My head . . . hurts," his voice grew raspy .
"I'll take care of you," I promised, surprising myself a little bit . He made this throat sound that I couldn't decipher . I tucked myself under his arm and held him in my grasp before I pulled him up on his feet . He was heavy, the good sort, but I knew that it was going to be difficult to transfer him to his room .
I could have called for Ethan, but somehow, I didn't feel the need to . I could do this myself without having to tell Ethan . He had backed out from the confrontation with Anthony, anyways .
I would have to ask him about that .
It was impressive that Anthony could hold his weight a bit . He had seemed like he didn't have the strength to speak, but he tried his best to stay upright and act strong .
"Let your weight go . I can handle you," I told him . He let out a strangled chuckle and then went silent .
"Of course you can," he replied as we neared the stairs, but he made no move to put his entire weight on me .
So much for trusting me .
He's just trying to act strong .
Egotistical creature, that one .
It took us a few more minutes to manoeuvre ourselves on the stairs and reach his room . He huffed when I leaned away from him to open the door . His weight suddenly fell on me, and my breath whooshed out of my lungs . His head was low and his breathing came harsher . I cursed as I shuffled to the bed with him . I feared that he'd lean away from me and he'd end up falling over .
Once I put him to bed, I rushed to his bathroom and wet his towel . I rushed back and dabbed it at his face until his forehead felt cooler to me . He groaned every now and then, and it did things to me . I didn't like seeing him weak . I had always supposed that seeing him weak would make me feel powerful, but now, it made me feel useless .
I slipped into the bed beside his head and re-positioned his head so that it was on my lap . I frowned as I looked at him try to roll over and snuggle into my stomach . I might have laughed, but it seemed too intimate to me . I supposed that he wasn't doing it consciously, so I didn't need to feel like I should shake him awake or ask him to move away . Hesitantly, I pressed my fingers to his temple and saw that his facial muscles relaxed minutely . Satisfied, I worked whatever magic I could conjure and tried to bring him as much relief as I could . Soon, he had fallen asleep, and I continued with my ministrations . I was drained in a few minutes, my arms ached and legs felt numb from the weight of his head . I tried to move away from him, but he wouldn't let me . I chuckled as I manoeuvred my body to get away from him, but it was no use . His hands awkwardly encircled my waist and he turned his face and pressed it against my tummy .
I just used the word 'tummy . '
"Are you doing this on purpose?" I leaned down and whispered to him .
"No . " His body shook as he laughed .
"Anthony," I said, trying my best to put up a stern voice .
"Michael . . . " he mumbled as if to correct me . My brows scrunched together at first, but then I found myself smiling .
"Michael," I pleaded . "Let me go . " He snuggled closer and shook his head .
"I'm sick . " He stated . "I'll not let you go . " I groaned at his insistence and let it go .
I threaded my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes .
I might as well enjoy this while it lasts .
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