Fallen From Grace (#Wattys2017)

Chapter XXI

Apollyon did not get better with a night's rest. In fact, it seemed to get worse. He threw up in the morning, was burning hot, and shivering like a leaf in the wind. She tried to feed him some soup, but he didn't have it in him to drink it all. Eventually, Eleanora had to continuously make rounds between her apartment and his, because he didn't have some of the required material, where as she did.

For the umpteenth time, she entered Apollyon's apartment, holding medicines in her hand as she leaned against the wall.

"God, this would have been so much easier if we lived together." She grumbled under her breath before making her way into his bedroom. For the next two to three days Eleanora took care of him, while Apollyon continuously reminded her to take her medications. She find it rather peculiar how he could continuously pester over her while he was sick.

Eventually after three days, he was finally in top health, and Eleanora was exhausted after all those sleepless nights and checking his temperature every few hours. Now, Apollyon insisted that she go and rest for a few days and that he wouldn't bother her as much.

Three days later, Eleanora awoke to her doorbell ringing through out the apartment. Yawning, she stumbled out of bed and pushed her bare arms into her robe. Pattering across the floor, she pushed the hair out of her eyes and opened the door slightly to peek her head out. Through squinted eyes, she could make out Apollyon's face as he was smiling broadly at her, holding a box in his hands.

"Apollyon?" Eleanora spoke through sleepy confusion while opening the door more to allow him entrance.

Apollyon entered with a box in hand as he placed it down on the floor, and behind him followed two other men, also holding boxes and suitcases. Seeing the anonymous men enter after him, her mind awoke with panic as she hastily fastened the front of her robe, looking between Apollyon, the men, and the boxes that were being brought in.

In confusion, she grabbed hold of Apollyon's arm and dragged him to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she turned to face him with an expectant look.

"What?" He questioned in confusion.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked while crossing her arms over her chest.

"Moving?" He questioned in confusion,

"What do you mean moving?" She hissed silently.

"Well, when you were taking care of me, I heard you say that it would all have been easier if we lived together, so I am making it all easier."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Eleanora halted him in astonishment. "You are moving here with me?"

"Well, yeah." He shrugged nervously and stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket as he felt like he did something wrong.

"Apollyon." She scoffed in astonishment while placing a hand on her forehead. "You can't just move in here! I only have one room-"

"So? We anyways sleep together." He contradicted.

"You don't get it!" Eleanora exclaimed. "You know what? I can't deal with this right now, take your stuff and go back to your apartment." She stated matter of factly as she pushed at his back.

"B-but..."

"No, you simply take your belongings and go back to your own apartment!"

"I can't!" He exclaimed while spinning out of her way and turned to face her.

"And why not?" She asked crossly, standing with her hand on her hips as she looked like a scolding mother with ruffled hair and flushed cheeks.

"I-I...I gave up my lease." He muttered softly while looking down at his feet and fidgeting with his fingers.