Chapter 4~ Fragile
Reaching for the inhaler in the cabinets, I cupped his head supportively in my hands. Once having a grasp on the red tube, I lifted his face towards the lifesaver.
Opening is lips, forced the mouthpiece in, hoping that it would work.
Nothing was happening.
When I was about to try again, I saw his face turning normal again. As air was starting to come through his lungs again, he choked, gasped, and grabbed hold of my hand. Letting out a big sigh of relief, I noticed his hand gripped mine. I smiled at this. He was so… fragile.
"Ciel… are you alright?" I whispered. DID I JUST CALL HIM CIEL?
Realizing my mistake, I just stayed silent, waiting for the boy to reply.
"Y-y-yes…" He replied, shaking from fear. His grip got tighter.
Still shaking, I noticed I was holding Sebastian's hand. 'What the Hell am I doing?' Then I realized. Sebastian was gripping my hand this time, fear still on his face.
"Sebastian, I'm fine…" Letting go, I sat up in the bathtub, but felt very faint and cold.
He looked up, a weary smile creeping up on him. "Your Welcome… Ciel."
WHAT DID HE CALL ME?
His red eyes widened, saying, "I'm sorry Young Master!"
"It's fine... don't trouble yourself." And for a very rare moment in my life…
So rare to see, so warm, so delicate, so… fragile.
Now looking rather frigid in his damp state, I warmed the water for him, slowly starting to finish his bath. I would peek at his face every now and then, which bothered him.
"Why are you worrying so much? Really!"
"You almost died." The words went down my spine and made me shiver as I said the sentence.
"And because I care for you. Master."
"Just h-hurry up. I'm cold."
Five minutes passed, as I wrapped him in a fuzzy white towel, covering his body.
"Come now…" I started to lead him out when suddenly he started to fall with exhaustion. "Young Master!" I caught him, breaking the collapse. "Are you alright?"
He opened his eyes, nodding. "I'm so tired… and I don't feel too well."
"It is going to be okay, it is just the side effects from after having an asthma attack. Here, allow me." Scooping the wrapped up boy in my arms, I started down the hallway. Looking down upon him, he easily dozed off, nuzzling his head for comfort between my chest and supporting arm.
'He looked like a precious kitten wrapped in a cocoon.'
I tried to snap out of it, but I couldn't help myself. It was so hard to think this was the same boy as Earl Phantomhive.
Reaching for the Master's bedroom knob, Finny came around the corner, noticing the master looking pale. "WHAT HAPPENED-"
"Please keep your voice down, he is sleeping now. And everything is all right, he had an asthma attack, that is all." Finny nodded, leaning in to see the boy's face.
"Aww… he looks adorable." I wanted to say I agreed, but I knew I could never do that. The gardener moved the towel from his mouth, letting him breathe better.
"Poor Young Master… bye- bye Sebastian!" Skipping off, I could hear him yelling downstairs, "'MASTERS ADORE-A-BLE WHEN HE'S SNOOZING!"
I sighed, closing the door behind me. Setting him in the bed, I knew it wasn't healthy to sleep like that. So softly as I could, I removed the towel gently from him, dressing him in his nightgown. Finally slipping him under the blankets, I ran my cold fingers under his eye patch to remove it. As I did, his eyes fluttered open.
"Don't worry, My Lord. You can rest now." I whispered back, noticing I cooed it more than just replied back. Turning to his side, he whispered, "I'm not showing any weakness… but could you watch over me when I am asleep? I'm afraid I might have another asthma attack."
"Yes, Ciel." DID I JUST CALL HIM THAT THE THIRD TIME?!
But he didn't seem to mind. He suddenly turned to his other side, facing the opposite of me. After a minute, I saw his head jerking and his body shaking.
"Are you crying?"
"N-no…" Obviously he was, by the sound of faint gasps. Not sure it was the right thing to do, I ran my fingers through his hair to comfort him.
"Please, you will be alright…" I cooed. His gasps calmed down a little, as he closed his eyes. I felt his forehead. It was a little warm. "It's 11:30, you should get your rest now." Well I guess the 'comfort' helped the boy, as he sighed, then dozed off.
Though, helping comfort him felt… strange. I was having this feeling, that 'butterflies in your stomach' feeling. Was I… really starting to care for him?
Like ordered to, I watched over Ciel for the night. Nothing but the soft breathing and the slow beat of his heart. By now I was sitting on the side of the bed, my back leaned against the wall, watching him. Though no butler should be having his legs up on the bed, relaxing, I knew the boy was asleep.
Reaching to fix the cloth on the nightstand, I felt something against my leg. Looking back, I saw that his body accidently turned, and now his head was rested against me. I sighed, watching him. Now I can't move. Oh well.
His head back on his fluffed pillow, I stared into the room. What the Hell is there to do? -
"NOO! HELP! I CAN'T BREATHE! SEBASTIAN! HELP!"