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Chapter Twelve

The razor buzzed as I shaved. It was still steamy in the room, but unlike the steam from the gears in the main room, this steam held a rejuvenating feel to it. My hair was starting to dry, but the ends were still dripping wet. Once I finished getting rid of stray hairs, I put down the electric razor for a regular one.

Last night had been long. After returning from the restaurant, I was greeted by Wintergreen who had told me that Robin was in his room sound asleep. He had been quick to note that Robin had fallen asleep at a very fast rate as well. I picked up my mask from the side of the door and walked down the corridor with Wintergreen behind me.

I went back to the main room and locked all of the doors and windows again. Those few options that I may give are short lived. Then I returned to my room, leaving Wintergreen to do as he pleased. The girl's advice echoed in my head. Like I would ever be able to make my Haunt exactly soothing, but being casual... maybe. Not holding a grudge; well I didn't exactly have one anyway.

'Knock, knock.'

"Yes?" I asked in an irritated tone (not that I was, but shaving a goatee with one eye can be extremely difficult especially when you want it to take on a certain shape that is congruent on both sides).

"I believe your apprentice is not feeling well," Wintergreen's voice came.

At that moment, I really wanted to hit myself or do something to myself. I think ahead all of the time when it comes to heists and plots, but when it comes to 'punishments' what do I do? I give them and then forget to think about what might end up happening later. Of course I knew that Robin would be sick. He slept soundly all of last night and all of yesterday afternoon. That would be a tip off to anyone that something was wrong...And of course there was the fact that I had given him the viruses out of punishment. 'Again, great idea, Slade, honestly. Couldn't be better,' I sarcastically scolded myself.

"Be out in a minute," I called out.

Sure enough, I finished shaving and came out in a minute, dressed in my uniform and my mask securely in place. Wintergreen was waiting patiently outside with a tray of toast in his hands that I'm assuming was for Robin. I got from his gaze that he knew that I had caused Robin's illness. It was obvious because he gave me a stare meant to make me feel guilty. Wintergreen was never very fond of germ warfare and I knew that.

"He's got a temperature and was only speaking in groans and moans."

"Thank you, Wintergreen," We started walking down the corridors to Robin's room, when I just got a little too annoyed at Wintergreen's stare, "Will, it's not like I'm using that gas they used in World War II."

"That's true, but still..." Wintergreen paused, "He's just a teenager, Slade. And at least that gas could be quick if you got enough of a dose. You're just making him suffer."

"Wintergreen, I didn't...want for him to get sick. Or rather, it was too late to change what had happened when I changed my mind," I told him.

"If you really didn't want him to get sick, you wouldn't have given me that bottle, Slade," Wintergreen stated coldly.

I was having a hard enough time trying to figure out why I had actually given the bottle of viruses to Wintergreen in the first place without Wintergreen breathing down my neck for doing it, "Will, I going to say this once and only once. Why I gave you the viruses was just to punish him. Looking back now, it wasn't the smartest move on my part. That being said, we are NOT going to tell Robin about that little fact. Understand?"

Wintergreen stared at me coldly, but nodded. We started walking again and soon reached Robin's room. I opened the door slowly. The candle was going and I could see Robin curled up in his bed. I could see him shaking and his brow was sweaty.