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The fact that Ezio and Lyon were both sick was enough to make me miserable, but the constant worry that I too might be ill had me chewing my nails whenever I was around the two. Whenever I'd check their temperature (not too easy without a thermometer! I always wondered if I was right in that they did indeed have a fever) I'd try my hardest not to get near them, but it's hard to ignore that kind of motherly instinct. I felt eerily compelled to check on them every five minutes. Half the time they were asleep, but at other times they were either coughing or groaning that their whole bodies ached. It wasn't long before Ezio got better. It must've been because he was so damn fit. I was rather jealous, actually. Though, whatever flab I did have, was almost gone know with my constantly lunging across rooftops.

However, Lyon was getting worse still. Now, instead of a minor, coughing kind of flu, he was throwing up every fifteen minutes. I was worried that he wouldn't be able to keep anything down. Thank god for mom. I remembered, when I was a little girl and had the flu, my mother would get me to eat a little nibble of something every five minutes, and a sip of water every five. That way, I wouldn't be too deprived of my much needed water and food. I practiced the same method on Lyon.

Footsteps thundered down the stairs. "Melina! Melina!" I heard Claudia call.

I placed the book I was reading on a nearby table, and hurried to meet her at the foot of the stairs. "What is it Claudia?"

"It's Lyon, he's throwing up again."

"And?"

"I fear that he cannot stop," she muttered.

"Che?"

"He has ridden his body of all it's contents, but now he's heaving and—"

I shot a hand up to silence her. "Per piacere, no more details. I'm going up now."

She nodded as I pushed past. I hurried up the stairs and to my room. Lyon was there (obviously), thankfully not heaving, but he was breathing awfully hard. "Lyon?" I murmured as I tiptoed to his side. He looked terrible. But really that was an understatement. He was as pale as a ghost, and his eyes focused on nothing in particular, he was sweating hard, and shaking like a leaf.

He slowly turned his head to me. Smiling, he said, "I'm afraid the illness isn't going away like I had hoped." When he had first contracted it, he told me not to worry, and that to get a doctor was overdoing it. I abided by his wishes.

"May I get a doctor now?" I asked quietly, sitting gently on the bed next to him.

"Yes, please," he whispered, leaning over to the waste bin I had set for him and hurling into it. I frowned at his poor state. Rubbing his back gently, I tried to ease him through it. When he was finished, he said "Please, Melina. Don't go."

"Go?"

"Get someone else to get the medicine. Just don't leave me," he pleaded with sad eyes.

I nodded, smiling warmly. "Alright." I stood to get Claudia, but Lyon caught my wrist.

Just then, Ezio sauntered in. He looked as though he were to say something, but he stopped immediately, frowning at Lyon's hand on my wrist. "Did I miss something?" He practically growled.

"What?" I said, furrowing my brows together. He said nothing, but gestured to Lyon's hand. I gazed down at my wrist, and looked back up with a puzzled look. "I don't know what you mean."

Ezio huffed, planting himself in my chair. Or, if you'd rather, my current bed. "Never mind," he murmured almost angrily.

"Ezio, please. Don't act like that," I pleaded, sitting gently next to Lyon again. Again, he said nothing. Instead, he glared at Lyon. "What's wrong with you?" I said.

"Nothing."

"There's something wrong, Ezio. I know you too well to not notice."

"I'm just… you… never mind." I could've sworn I saw a hint of red in his cheeks, whether it be from anger or embarrassment.

"I need a favor of you."

"That is?"

"I need you to get medicine. For Lyon."
He rolled his eyes. "Of course. For Lyon…"

"Ezio please, stop this."

He shot up. "Fine. Be back in a bit," he muttered. He stormed out of the room.

It was then that Lyon said something. "He doesn't like me much."

I turned to him. "What makes you say that?"

He laughed quietly under his breath. "Isn't it obvious?"

I brought my eyebrows together. "Not to me."

Again, he laughed. "Never is to those whom the feelings are for."

"What?"

"He likes you, Melina."

"I still don't understand what this has to do with you. Though I don't understand your previous statement either."

"He has feelings for you! More than in a friendly way, though they've yet to develop into full-blown love. And he thinks I'm competition."

"…are you?" I couldn't help myself.

"Yes."

Let it begin….

ooohhh... getting into it more . I'm trying not to rush it... so don't think they're going to start kissing anytime soon! it will take a bit!

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