"Oh dear."

I froze and looked at Martha in fear of her reaction. We had forgotten to tell her above the ehm, 'magical' stuff in the castle. Martha gave a slow blink as she looked at Mrs Potts and blinked again.

"Hello." Mrs Potts said as she slowly inched backwards to the door trying to escape.

"Hi." Martha repiled, her voice exceptionally bright as she looked at Mrs Potts curiously.

"How can you talk?"

The three of us looked at each other and looked back again at Martha worriedly. Where was the screams, or fainting, or at least freaking out?

"Martha..." I slowly started. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" She asked looking at me with a puzzled face, "Unless, am I hallucinating?" She looked at Mrs Potts, now showing a worried face.

"No. No you are not hallucinating." I replied failing to mask my fretting.

"Then why?"

Ivan whacked me on my head and turned to Martha.

"Nothing is wrong. They both are worry warts. Why don't you take some more rest? Beau? Out now."

I was pushed out of the door along with Mrs Potts to see almost the entire household outside the door, trying to get their own peek. The moment they saw Mrs Potts they all scrambled like mice on a sinking ship.

Mrs Potts gave out a sigh and said:

"I am so sorry that happened. I never expected her to be awake."

I looked at her and opened my mouth to console her but ivan best me to it.

"You should be! What if something had happened?"

"What are you? Her dad?" I asked him, annyoed at his odd behaviour.

"No..." He said with a small blush.

"Then?"

"Enough!" Mrs Potts injection before the argument could become any more bigger.

"Beau, Adam has been waiting for you since yesterday. Please meet him."

Adam. Shit, in all the drama I had all but forgotten about him. How could I have?

"I will."

"Now young man..." She turned to Ivan. Mrs Pott's voice was lost as I climbed the stairs that lead to Adam's room and stopped in front of it.

What was I supposed to say to him? Was his healing going well? Did he miss me?

I shook my head at the ridiculousness of last question and pushed the wooden door open just in time to see Adam trying to stand up.

***

The stained glass casted muted colours on the bed, softly merging into each other. The soft tapping of rain against the panes remained a quiet melody that served the somber mood of Adam. Two days had passed since he had been injured, the pain hadn't dulled. But, the thing that had him more irritated was this depression that had been prodding his insides since yesterday.

All though his heart knew the truth, his mind refused to acknowledge it. He had missed him. He had missed Beau. Beau was to return the day before, and he had returned with another girl. But, that wasn't what had him in this emotional turmoil. It was that Beau hadn't once since them come to his room.

He shook his head, desperate to fight those feeling. He didn't need anyone. He didn't need love. After all, the elusive emotion called love had itself brought him to this mess. His parents' love for him, his love for... Her and Elena's love for him. He had in vain searched for his parents through the years, not given up even though it hurt. Love to a certain extent had become something painful for him.

Tired of being an invalid, he shifted his weight and tried to get up. At that moment, the door opened and due to the suprise, adam fell back on to the bed.

"Are you all right?" Beau worriedly hurried towards adam moment he saw this.

"I'm fine." Adam said as he turned to the window, refusing to acknowledge that he was pouting.

Beau looked at him with mild amusement before it faded to guilt. In the arrival of Martha and his near death experience, he had forgotten Adam's condition for a moment, and that pricked his conscience, since only because of Adam and Ivan was he alive now.

"I'm sorry." Beau whispered quietly as he released Adam's arms and sat on the chair pulled next to Adam. He gave out a sigh and looked at a crestfallen Beau and patted at the space next to him on the bed.

"Sit next to me." He said.

Beau looked up and slowly sat next to Adam. Pulling him close, Adam ruffled Beau's hair.

"How is your friend?"

"She is fine now. She ran away from her husband." Beau's face contourted with anger as he sneered at the word 'husband' as he recounted the facts till their arrival at the castle.

"Does she know about us?" Adam asked curious about how she would take about their presence.

"She does. She didn't even react when she saw Mrs Potts." Beau's face scrunched up with puzzlement and distaste as he remembered his own fainting experience.

Adam chuckled at his expression and flicked Beau's nose before kissing it. Martha was a person who had faced a lot and to a certain extent, life had ceased to baffle her. So, it didn't come as a suprise to Adam that she hadn't reacted much. Beau gave out a small yawn of exhaustion as he snuggled into Adam's chest mindful of the wound and with running fingers in his hair succumbed to deep exhausted sleep.

Adam looked down at his sleeping face, his own filled with a tender expression that he himself failed to realise as he whispered unconsciously in Beau's ears;

"Sleep my dear."

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