Losing everything I thought I once had

Chapter 2

"I don't understand, why did you want to come here? After three years of being in heaven?" Greg asked, handing Betty the cup of tea she had asked for moments earlier.

"What, I can't surprise my sister and her Boyfriend after years of separation? Did you add sugar and cream to this?" She lifted the mug to her lips, a sly smile gracing her features before being covered by the glass.

"Pardon?"

"I asked if you put cream and sugar in this, what else could I have said?"

My face heated up, the words she spoke finally being processed in my head. I could hear Greg shifting his weight before he started coughing. Taking a glance over, it seemed to be a mix of awkwardness and illness.

"Betty, the hell?! I have said this before and I guess I will say it again, we are not in a relationship! At least not that kind!" I snapped, my tail lashing while the blood rushed to my face.

"A girl can only hope," she stood up, setting her teacup onto the table. "You don't mind if I stay here for awhile, right?" Her heels clicked as she left, her braid bouncing against her back. A door opened and she disappeared inside the castle.

Greg's cough faded out a few moments later, reduced to a small amount of wheezing and sniffling. He leaned over, using my shoulder to keep him on his feet. Another coughing fit escaped him before more weight was transferred to me.

"We should probably get you to Weiss, I think you might be coming down with something," I placed my hand on his forehead, feeling a wave of heat expelling from his body.

"I should be fine, more than likely it is just a passing cold. I will be better by morning," as the words left his mouth another set of coughs bursted out, the sleeve covering his elbow showing a little bit of blood.

Fear slowly took hold, of not wanting to lose my best friend, not wanting to lead a nation on my own. I wrapped my arm around his waist, taking his left arm over my shoulders, and I held him up as best as I could.

Ever so slowly, we limped our way to Weiss' medicine den, the only sound being the coughs that forced their way out of Greg. I pressed my hand onto the cold door, the wooden design swirled underneath, my fingers falling into the grooves. Turning my hand around, I bounced my knuckles on the door, the noise reverberating off the cavern walls.

"Door is open, I just have my hands busy at the moment!" A voice called from within, followed by a clattering. The entrance opened up, revealing a woman with silver blue hair hunched over someone's leg as it dangled off a table.

"Weiss, do you think you could not jab at my leg with a knife every time I come in here?" The guy on the table spoke, the voice telling me it was Scourge. His tail was lashing back and forth as Weiss readjusted the cast on his left leg.

"I would if you stopped squirming as I tried to check on the injury. It's like you have a fear of anything sharp," Weiss responded, taking a small glance in my direction. "What is the issue with Greg? Did he push himself too hard in training again?"

"No, that is what I did. But he just keeps coughing and I am worried about him," I mewed, positioning Greg to sit on one of the tables.

Scourge snorted, his blue eyes staring at me in amusement from beneath shaggy black hair. His black jacket was a size too big, covering his gray shirt from view. A spiked collar rested on his neck, having its matching clones on his wrists. His black jeans were rolled up on one side, allowing Weiss to see the casting.

"What do you mean, "you're worried?" I am sure he will be fine. You weren't worried when I broke my arm. And you still aren't worried that I fractured my leg," he stated, his tail curling over his leg.