☆.:Resting & Women's Companionship:.☆

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Guys! I'm so sorry for being quite (ok, I admit, EXTREMELY) late with this. Things have been pretty hectic, I didn't quite inform you that I would be disconnected from my bae, the internet for weeks and weeks. But no need to fear, I'm back and fully revived.

First off, I would like to say...

"THANK YOU FOR THE 300 VOTES!"

Really, thank you so much. As I finally got on wattpad for the first time in forever, I was so shocked to see I reached to 300+ votes. ^.^ Thank you.. I thought my stories would remain unnoticed forever. UwU But you guys really changed my mind about that.

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Chapter Ten

Arthur was helped down from the carriage by (Name). She looked at his crippling state, her eyes filled with fear. Dusk had already came to them. The sun positioned itself on the horizon from what the crew could see. She turned around to Alfred, though, she didn't leave Arthur unattended.

"Where are we? Shouldn't we continue on foot to Madrid?"

He shook his head. Maria frowned.

"Kuya, are you implying that we should be staying in THIS place?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, pointing to a what-seemed-to-be-a-run-down hotel. He plastered a cute smile on his face and ruffled her hair. Maria let him ruffle her ebony-brown locks for a few moments before removing his hand. She began to tie her messy hair into a high-bun. Alfred didn't approve of this.

"Just leave it the way it is, Piri. It's cute." He grinned coyly.

Maria squinted her eyes, flustered. "Tumahimik ka, p*ta!" She cursed as she began to punch his arm.

The pair argued for quite a while.

Allister walked towards (Name), observing his brother's damaged figure. "It seems to me that he won't make it."

(Name) looked at him horrified; her face flushed into an unusual white ish colour. The girl definitely desired to punch Allister in the face, hearing those negative words coming from a naturally nice person.

"Allister! How can you say that?! He's your damn brother! HE WILL MAKE IT! I know he ill.. He must.." "He has to..." She muttered the last three words under her breath. (Name) wasn't too sure about how cruel fate'll be towards the Briton, but she can't give up hope. Arthur groaned once again and the thin air grew quiet. (Name) looked at Alfred. "We have to get some rest... It's almost sundown anyways.. And poor Arthur couldn't afford to move around in such a crippled condition.."

The group agreed. Peter strolled along by (Name) and took her hand. Happily, she took his, trying to stay positive in order to be a good role model to the child. Allister kept a distance from you, knowing that you needed some space from him and Jett stood by Allister's side. Alfred and Maria walked towards the person behind the front desk to ask for two vacant rooms, in which, of course, the employee said yes. He gave Alfred two keys before guiding them. They were led to a huge flight of stairs which of course, (Name) frowned in dismay. She found it quite difficult to assist Arthur, so she asked for Maria and Peter to help her in which they happily agreed to.

Once they've reached their allocated rooms, the front desk manager left them to be and disappeared whilst going downstairs. The hallways were closed-in, as in, not much space lurks between them and the walls. It wasn't pretty, though, it wasn't unhygienic. That's probably a good thing. Alfred didn't waste in time with opening the door and ordered for (Name) to set Arthur on the bed. She began to disrobe his coat and placed a palm on her forehead. He was burning. She prayed for his wellbeing. Alfred pressed his glasses before handing Maria key to another room.

"Peter, (Name) you're gonna stay in the other room. It's just right across ours, so if you need anything just give us men a shout."

Maria nodded, but (Name) felt troubled. Peter jumped onto Maria's back as she gave him a piggy-back ride across the hallway. She placed him down right after reaching the door. Maria felt a sudden tug on her sleeve, she looked past her shoulder to see a worried-looking (Name).

"Huh? Anong problema mo? Is something wrong, Ms. (Name)?"

(Name) shook her head. "I'm just worried you know. The thought of loosing Arthur sickens me."

Maria smiled softly and embraced her in a warm hug, consoling (Name) as she began to cry.

"A-AND I DON'T WANT HIM TO DIE."

"If you don't want him to die, don't think like that, Ms. (Name). Be positive, stay positive. Diyos is a person you can turn to at times of trouble, diba? So just pray to him."

'She's so religious..' (Name) thought but she felt a small wave of happiness. Maybe Maria is right. Maybe if she stayed positive the way that her Filipina did, then there may be a slim chance of Arthur suffering from the severely-damaged wound.

"Thanks.. I'll try."

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