The Thrill Of Your Love

Chapter Twenty Five

Terzo was nearing the end of the short tour around Europe after a couple of weeks, and secretly, they were both glad to see the end of it. Terzo's disorientation and his health had deteriorated over the last few shows, leaving him extremely weak, with aching muscles and eyes that just couldn't seem to stay open. Any time that they had off, or whenever he wasn't on stage, he was curled up asleep somewhere, leaving Alice feeling quite lonely; despite him being right next to her, she felt like he was a million miles away, he felt different.

"Terzo." Alice whispered. Terzo had sat down to rest his eyes on the sofa in the tour bus but before he knew it, he was fast asleep. The pale moonlight that lit up the skies of Paris cast through the windows, illuminating his pale face that looked startled as she gently shook him awake. "Terzo, my love you need to eat." She frowned, perching hesitantly on the edge of the sofa. He had been skipping meals and forgetting to keep himself fed and hydrated a s a result of his illness.

"Amore, it's fine." He forced a smile. "I booked a table at this restaurant for later. You're going to love it...it overlooks the city and the Eiffel Tower and-"

"Terzo, it's just past midnight." She spoke softly. "You've been asleep."

"What?" He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean, it has only been five minutes I-" He turned around to see how dark it had gone outside. "Cazzo- why didn't you wake me up?!" His features suddenly contorted with anger, raising his voice at the girl.

"Don't start, please Terzo. Not tonight." She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, tired of the mood swings he'd been suffering with.

"I'm not starting anything Alice." He huffed, standing up too quickly for his body to handle, wincing his pain as all his muscles cramped at once. He fell back down to the sofa and hissed at the sharp signing session down his spine. "I'm sorry." He whispered to his knees. "I- I wanted Paris to be special." His eyes suddenly glistened with tears. "I had a plan to- I wanted to- Satanas." He sighed, biting his tongue before he said too much. "I'm sick of feeling like this...I just want to go home." He stood up slower this time, leaving Alice sitting alone in the front of the bus, the sound of the door slamming behind him echoing in the small space.

Terzo collapsed on the bed and reached for the phone on the nightstand, dialling the number he had memorised off by heart when he was a child. The phone rang for a few moments before the sound of somebody picking it up sounded through the receiver.

"Hello?" The voice said.

"Primo...its Terzo." His voice trembled as he spoke. "I need your help with something."

"What have you done now?" Primo's voice sounded stern. "If I have to bail you out of prison again Terzo, I swear to Satan you will-"

"No, no." Terzo managed a soft laugh. "Nothing like that fratello. I've been on my best behaviour, I swear. Well, I've been asleep too much of the time, that I couldn't get myself arrested even I tried. Could you make me some of your herbal remedies so they're ready for when I get home."

"Ah, I see." He chuckled. "What's the matter? What symptoms have you got?"

"Exhaustion, weakness, forgetfulness, disorientation, dizziness, a terrible fever, confusion, fatigue, n-"

"Terzo, you sound really unwell." He interrupted. "You're listing a lot of things. Are you ok? How are you coping with the shows?" His fatherly instincts kicked in as questions poured uncontrollably from his mouth.

"Eh- ok." He scratched his head. "I usually feel alright once I'm out on stage. I mean, I've spent more time on my ass than I have my feet this run, I can't stop falling over." He chuckled. "Look it up on, eh, on the YouTube, there's lots of videos of it unfortunately and I- I...what was I talking about?"