Sweetest Sin (Dutch Van Der Linde Fanfic)

♤ 19. ♤

Just something I decided to add in. Nothing special. I may add on more chapters if I ever get an idea or the urge to type but for the most part this story is complete with minor details yet to be typed.

Anyways, Since I don't have any friends it's more for me and the fun of writing a story that I published this chapter in the first place

But for those fellow readers that actually leaves a like, I thank those individuals only.

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A few moments later, with their hands drifting apart, they entered with Dutch letting Tifa go in first, soon everyone made happy murmurs and cheered softly at seeing their leader and Tifa again, Javier saw Tifa from the corner he sat in and nodded to himself as Marybeth gave her a greeting hug

'Gracias a Dios' he thought

"Well, ain't you two a sight for sore eyes" uncle said greeted, Arthur nodded his head to Tifa, to which she just smiled at him, grateful he was safe from them splitting up, Tifa saw Javier and went over to him

"Hey Javier" she said softly, Javier nodded his head to her "hola Milagro"

Tifa's expression turned concerned as the memory of him getting injured flashed in her mind

"how's your leg? I heard about that..." She asked and Javier patted it

"Ah, I'm fine, the bullet barely grazed me"

Tifa smiled a bit "Hm..good"

Javier then reached for her hand and cupped it, making Tifa look at their hands then Javier, as he met her eyes after looking at everyone around them briefly seeing they were focused on Dutch

"I want to thank you for what you did, by the way. On Guarma" he whispered giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go of it "I don't think I would've gotten my leg back to normal had it not been for you"

Tifa felt her cheeks slightly warm up and Javier gave her a friendly smile "don't worry about it, Javier I'm just glad we're out of that ugly place"

"Si Milagro" he agreed and Tifa patted his shoulder gently then saw Arthur in the back area sitting on a wooden stool, looking like he was struggling to steady his breath, Tifa recalled seeing him sometimes coughing and patting his fist against his chest various times while on Guarma, she thought it was the muggy heat or maybe a bug got him...but now, it seemed like something was wrong with him

Tifa stepped over to him and offered a smaller cup to him and Arthur looked at it then her

"Hey" he said and Tifa brushed her hand into his putting the bottle in his palm

"Drink this for me...Are you alright, Arthur?" she said with her tone in soft suspicion "it's best if you just one shot it.."

Arthur took her advice and did just that and his face grimiest

"Ugh, what is that?" He asked as her hand traveled to his back and green glow appeared under her hand unnoticed by the others

Tifa nodded to him, she knew the medicine she gave to him wasn't that strong and if he had little to no reaction, he wasn't sick but since he did have one she became concerned

"Medicine...specifically showing me if you're sick or not...which you are"

Arthur glanced elsewhere for a moment then back at her quietly, in the candles dim glow, Tifa saw the sides of his eyes were still red and he looked like his face shrunk in a little

"What's going on with you, Arthur?" She asked gently and Arthur brushed her hand away from his back

"It ain't nothing. Don't you worry bout it"