Winged

Chapter 19

"Do you think he's traveling to a parallel universe? He could be." Marls asked curiously as she sat at the windowsill of Evan's room. The group had all gathered around the moment Evan had come out panicking asking for help, ready to pass out himself.

"He just fainted, Jesus, Marls. He ain't traveling anywhere." Connor shook his head, kind of shaken with Marls question.

"I'm just saying, Connie. Maybe his consciousness has left Bivium and has gone somewhere else. You never know, do you?" Marls continued, putting on a manic grin as she stared at Connor who furrowed his eyebrows and turned the other way so as not to be facing her.

"Leave poor Connor alone, Marls. You know how easily that one's getting scared." Vianna told Marls, who just smiled and nodded, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Oren?" Lily stepped forward, coming next to Oren who was carefully examining Timothee with his eyes.

"I'm just watching him, sweetheart, could I do something wrong with that?" Oren rolled his eyes at her, making her cheeks turn red from frustration. Oren smirked a little at that, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Well, stop it then, it's not useful." Lily crossed her arms over her chest, avoiding any further interaction with Oren.

"Make me." Oren sarcastically replied and was cut off by Vianna who pretended to throw up and Connor who let out a groan of disapproval, while Lily in the meantime had turned positively red.

"Jesus Christ! Can you stop being so boringly straight for just a second? It makes me sick." Marls scrunched up her face in disgust as she pretended to throw herself out of the window.

"Guys. Just keep it down. You're making a lot of fuss." Evan stepped into the room, his face sick with worry, putting an end to all the noise his friends were causing. Softly placing a hand on Timothee's leg he looked at Oren expectantly, pretending he didn't see Lily smirking. "How is he? Do you reckon it's something serious? S-Should we notify someone from Aeturnus Uranus?"

"Well, that's someone who's not boringly straight. Or straight at all for that matter." Oren muttered under his breath, making Lily, who was the only one that heard what he said, give him a kick.

"What?" Evan asked, giving him a confused look, averting his sad eyes from Timothee's form.

"Nothing. It's nothing. Look I can wake him up in a matter of milliseconds." Oren gave him a grin, which Evan very well recognized as his 'I'm going to do something really stupid that I believe it's really smart.' And before Evan could stop him, he had grabbed the glass that was full of water from the nightstand and had poured it all to Timothee's face.

"What on earth, Oren?!" Lily pushed him away from the bed, furious, as Evan just stood there with wide eyes, trying to process things. Lily bent down, grabbing Evan's pajama top which was laying on the bed, to dry away Timothee's face and Timothee's hair.

Despite Lily getting positively furious at Oren though, his trick worked as Timothee started opening his eyes slowly, his image still sick but far more improved than how he looked in the morning. Evan at that let out a sharp breath of relief, jumping at the bed, and rushing next to Timothee, his hand tightly gripping at the scrawny boy's.

"Timmy? Timmy, can you hear me?" Evan asked with expectant eyes as he waited for an answer. He felt as though his whole existence depended on this answer, he didn't know why but he was scared. He was generally not scared of many things. And Timothee had never seen him scared for that matter. But now, and as his dizzy gaze found Evan's eyes, he saw it. He saw his forehead layered with sweat, his eyes filled with fear, and he could feel his breath hitching on his throat.