Truths Hide In Shadows

Chapter 17

Hall took a deep breath in and out, his eyes leaking some water, but he wasn't crying... He just couldn't breathe though his nose.

His throat was dry and scratchy, his body was warm and covered in sweat, and his head felt unbearably light. It turns out, he's running a fever.

Thankfully, his brother and Xcellence had been able to help him. Giving him medicine, soups and they even turned off the heater in his room to allow his body some cool down time.

Right now though, he was bored, but he couldn't really see anything and just staying awake was taking all of his energy...

Warm pair of hands gently caressed Halluciv's head, making him lightly move away. He really didn't want to be warmer than he already was.

"Don't worry, Lulu... It'll be over soon." The voice was a bit muddled, but the nerd could tell it was Xcellence.

"X..." He whined softly, carefully cracking his eyes open. He didn't want to be alone. Slowly, he turned on his side facing his new friend, making a pouty motion with his lips. "Don't leave me..."

The white haired jock nodded slowly, carefully caressing his warm hand over the other long hair.

It can't feel good with all that hair on his back with a high fever...

"Do you want me to quickly cut your hair?"

With heavy pants, the smaller nodded mindlessly. He didn't really hear the question, but he knew it was most likely something to help him cool down a bit.

The white haired male looked around, trying to find anything he could use to cut the long mop of hair.

Swiftly, his heterochromatic eyes landed on some scissors that Marvel used to cut open something. Most likely a pill packet for Halluciv.

X easily reached over and grabbed them before he looked at the sickly male.

Their pale skin was so much paler... It looked terrible... They looked so miserable...

Sighing through his nose, he carefully grabbed some of the long hair and swiftly chopped it off.

The older male tossed the inky black hair into the small trash can by the bed, looking at what he had done...

Yes, the cut wasn't as good as he would've wanted and he didn't take off too much as a precaution. Yet, Hall looked cute, even if he was sickly looking.

Gently, the tanned male ran his fingers through the shortened hair, carefully combing the knots out of it.

"I'll fix it when you're better..." X felt his heart squeeze at the sight of the smaller in pain. He didn't like it at all...

Heavy labored breathing came from the almost asleep male, he rolling onto his back to get comfortable.

Pulling his hand towards himself, the quarterback looked at the large bowl of cool water with the soaked cloth.

Silently he stood up and ringed out the extra water, before carefully wiping it on Halluciv's face.

The cool droplets of water made the smaller cool down greatly, but it wouldn't last for long before his heat would rise...

It had been at least a week since he fell sick... Both he and Marvel were getting worried... Yet, the college doctor said it was nothing, just a simple fever... Just as long as his temperature doesn't rise anymore, then they shouldn't worry too much...

Sighing once more, he wiped Hall's forehead again, carefully trailing it down his delicate neck and over his thin shoulders.

Furrowing his brows, Cell let his eyes wander over the gothic nerd's body. Despite being small and having baby fat here and there, the nerd was toned... Toned and had scars.

The scars looked liked they were made from either animals or bad encounters  from muggers. Maybe that's why he's usually nonchalant about everything? Because he's basically been through something worse?

Hesitantly, he turned the pale skinned male's arm over, looking at his wrists. Nothing. No scar was on them, no sign of bruising either.

Letting his shoulders sag slightly, the jock knew he didn't have to worry about the other trying to commit suicide... At least that's good.

But that still left the other scars... Was he intentionally trying to get them or was he just at the wrong place, at the wrong time?

Xcellence shook his head, he shouldn't worry about that now; he has to take care of Halluciv.

Looking down at said sick male, he felt that pang of guilt and sorrow. He doesn't want the little guy to feel the way he does, whether he be sick or depressed, he doesn't want him to feel that way.

Gently, he ran his hand threw the soft black locks that were tenderly covering his face. Xcellence smiled softly, sweetly placing a kiss on top of the tired male's forehead.

Oh, how little time it took for the small nerd to worm his way into the playboy's heart...