I Almost Said I Love You-Chapter 20

*despite the fact tht he said he'll be bk soon, it wasnt until almost near dawn then Thrax came home, bt he was limping a little n was dragging wht looked like a bloody pillow case containing something heavy, n his whole body was covered in a mixture of blue n green blood as he couldnt make it to the bed n slumped against the door onto the floor*

Ozzy had passed out on the bed, half a cookie hanging out of his mouth as he was waiting for the virus to come back. "Nnn..." he groaned, waking up around mid morning and looking around sleepily. "... Thrax?" he mumbled, looking a little confused before he slowly climbed out of bed, stumbling a little and heading out the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. "Th-Thrax!?"

Thrax: *was barely asleep wen he looked up at Oz's shout* Oh...hey, baby...Sorry I'm late...Got a little...held-up... *soon passed out, falling onto the floor*

Ozzy's eyes widened in horror before he leaned out the door, he was sure the help would he in the house. "Someone, help!" he called out, leaning down and pushing those purple dreads out of the virus's face, checking his temprature and pulse as he began to panic and hyperventalate as he struggled to pull the virus to the bed. It wasn't long before a couple of larger germs came in and helped Ozzy by getting Thrax onto the bed, a she-cell entering to calm the panicky cell who seemed to know nursing stuff.

Thrax: *was lain in bed n had his pulse n temperature taken. His hand seemed to have a death grip on the make-shift bag pillow case n it took great effort to pry it loose*

Germ: Young Master, pls. Take the bag n wait outside. We'll take care of Master Roja *starts stripping him dwn to see if he had any wounds, which were a few deep gashes here n there on his middle n torso, bt most of the damage~
was on his legs*

Ozzy shook his head and whimpered, refusing to move. "No! I want to make sure he's okay!" he called out, glaring at the germs as the bag was held out to him. He hesitated, something told him inside not to take it.

Germ1: Young Master, pls... *stopped wen the other germ shook his head at him then sighed* At least put this in the bathroom *turns to the she-cell* Get me the med-kit n call the private doctor here

Ozzy shook lightly, biting his lip before he reached out and gripped the bag. Before he knew what was going on, he collapsed on the floor, crying out as he gripped his head, images skipping quickly through his mind.

The she-cell was about to leave, until the young cell collapsed. Rushing to him, he sat him up against her. "Young Master... calm down, it's okay!"

*the other germ took the bag instead n put it in the bathroom himself, a little too occupied to care abt the content as he tended to Thrax. If he had looked in, he would've been horrified as the images tht Oz saw was Thrax being beaten n slashed by the same germs n bacteria tht had raped him, outnumbered by their sheer strength before finally ovrpowering them with his venom n massacred them, throwing their decapitated heads into the pillow case one by one before limping all the way bk to the mansion without a driver or a cab ride*

Ozzy trembled in the she-cells arms, who hushed him and soothed him. Getting Oz to his feet, she lead him into his own room. Laying him down on the bed, she promised to be back before leaving the room to get a medical kit for the germs.

*the images of the germs n bacterias being killed n decapitated lingered in his mind, bt the worst part was Thrax's screams of pain wen they caused the wounds on him*

Ozzy trembled and whimpered, curling up on the bed, gripping on the bandana as tears began to build up. "Thrax..." he whimpered.

The she-cell came into the master room with the kit. "The doctor has been called... he should be here soon... he'll let himself in."

Germ1: Alright *took out the antiseptic n sanitizer to clean the wounds, occasionally stopping wen Thrax winced out of reflex*

*the doctor with his assistant soon came in n ushered everyone out of the room so they can do their job, not knwing at all how this could happen to their upright citizen. Occasionally the assistant passed by the bag to get water for the doc to clean~
the wounds, but he nvr noticed it one bit, thankfully, too engrossed in the work*

Ozzy eventually got up when his head stopped hurting and he stumbled back into the master room, whimpering softly. "Thrax..." he whispered, blinking in surprise when he saw the doctor tending over him. He couldn't understand why he was so upset about this, but Thrax, even if he was a ass, had been there for him and looked after him after what had happened.

*the doctors soon cleaned, mended, tended n sewn up most of the wounds n bandaged them all up with clean gauze n such, then the assistant saw Oz coming in*

Assistant: Ah, Young Master, no doubt? Master Roja will be just fine. He's a vaccine shot, so his self-healing attributes r kicking in as we speak, though he still needs to rest due to the blood loss. Can u tell us why is he like this?

Ozzy looked up at the assistant, eyes a little hollow and wettened as he listened to her. Upon the question, his insides churned and he suddenly threw up, starting to tremble as those images came floating back into his mind.

Assistant: *rushed to tend to him, patting his bk to ease him* Oh my, it's alright, it's alright. If it's tht bad, we wont ask anymore. Patient confidentiality of course.

Doctor: *while his assistant tended the Young Master, he went outside to talk to the hired help waiting, n aftr telling them their Master was going to be fine, he gave some medication to one of them* Just remember to change his bandages twice a day n make sure he takes his antibiotics, OK?

Ozzy trembled and whimpered as he coughed out the last bits. Slowly, he stumbled over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, looking over the virus. ".... Why...?" he whispered, ignoring the burning in his throat.

Thrax: *doesnt reply, still unconscious, his face ashened n pale frm the blood loss, bt somehow his hand reflexively reached out n put it on the cell's hand*

*a maid came in to take Thrax's bloodied clothes n cleaned up the mess Oz made frm his spewing. She saw the bag in the bathroom n was abt to reach ovr to take it*

Ozzy blinked in surprise and bit his lip, his smaller hand gripping onto one of those clawed fingers. "Thrax..." he whispered, reaching out to brush the dreads from his. Though, he froze as he noticed the maid and shook his head. "NO!" he called out and winced, watching as she jumped. "I... sorry, please... leave that alone." he said, biting his lip lightly.

*the maid just nodded with her wide eyes in shock n quickly left the room*

"A-ah... sorry..." Ozzy spoke after her, biting his lip before turning back to watch Thrax sleep. He refused to leave him until he woke up.

Thrax: *it was almost near evening before he woke up, groaning as the pain of the wounds n the sting of his self-healing attributes kicked in. He groaned n looked at his arm n saw his stitches* Uhm...W...Where am...I...?

Ozzy's head was bobbing as he was trying to stay awake. Upon hearing the viru's voice, he looking up, his eyes widening. "Th-Thrax, you're awake!" he said, forgetting about the wounds and suddenly hugging the virus.

Thrax: *was caught unawares by the cell n let out a strangled yell as he was hugged, his wounds stung like he was being stabbed by a thousand knives* Wht the Frank? Jones!!

"You idiot! You stupid, stupid idiot! I hate you for making me worry like that!" Ozzy snapped at him, sitting up and glaring down at the virus, his eyes bloodshot and teary, bags starting to form under his eyes. It was too much stress for one cell.

Thrax: *saw the eyes n softened his expression as he reached out a hand to caress Oz's cheek* I'm sorry, baby...I'm sorry...C'mere... *reached out his other hand to hold him close to his chest*

Ozzy shook lightly in his hold, his eyes shutting tightly as he bit his lip. "... Why?" he soon whispered and pulled his head back to look at the virus.

Thrax: Because they hurt u, baby. They hurt u n I just made them pay. An eye for an eye. Though they did put up a good fight. Damn, this is gonna scar for a while. *looks at his bandages* Thank Frank I'm a virus, tht I can self-heal, bt then again, vaccine shots have those attributes too n they think I'm a vaccine shot, so I guess I'm in the clear *chuckles despite himself*

Ozzy shook lightly, biting his lip before suddenly slapping the virus hard across the face before falling against his chest and clinging onto him, tears slipping down his cheeks. "You idiot! You stupid idiot! If they saw what you did, you'd be kicked out of here, or worse, KILLED!"

Thrax: *barely felt the slap, bt was surprised tht the cell was actually...crying for him? He wrapped his arms ard him n crooned against him, hushing him* I didn't go ard taking dwn my vics n get myself caught in the process. They havent found out then n they will nvr find out. *kisses his cheek tenderly* So, I suppose u touched the bag, eh?

"They were going to open the bag! You stupid... stupid..." Ozzy repeated, biting his lip. He wouldn't cry for the virus, he couldn't, but his stupidity would get him taken away from the lonely cell. "... I-I had to... they gave it to me... that one hurt more than the last time..."

Thrax: Sorry u had to go thru tht, baby. C'mon, help me out. I need to take care of the bag. I think I can walk a little. Where did u put it?

Ozzy blinked slowly and slowly climbed off the other, quickly rubbing his eyes before he carefully helped the virus up. "... It's in the bathroom..."

Thrax: *groaned as he was helped up. He slowly put one foot dwn aftr the other n got his bearings before slowly getting up. The pain of the stitched wounds burned a little, bt it was nothing he couldn't handle as he carefully walked to the bathroom to get the bag. Dragging it out, he brought it all the way to the fireplace before he chucked the whole lot in* Go get the kerosene frm the drawer under the sink counter. I think there's still some more in there last I saw it *grabbed the newspaper he had read yesterday n scattered the pieces all ovr the bag before taking a lighter to burn them, burning the bag in the process*

Ozzy bit his lip, shifting around as he watched Thrax work. This was wrong, he new it was wrong, even if they had attacked him, there were ways to go about this. Snapping out of his thoughts, he blinked before nodding dumbly and heading back into the bathroom to get the requested item. Coming back, he handed it over to the other, chewing on his lip, that unsure look still on his face.

Thrax: *takes the kerosene* Thanks, baby *pours it all ovr the bag, making the fire ignite more. The bag burnt easily, so it went dwn first, revealing the heads within as they burned n popped n charred n melted in the fire. He saw the look on Oz's face n sat dwn, his eyes glaring at the fire with vengeance* I knw wht ur thinking, Jones, bt dont be naive. There is no other way ard this

Ozzy jumped as Thrax finally spoke, looking confused before biting his lip lightly and shifting around. "But... the proceedures... and... the police..." he mumbled, rubbing the side of his arm. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the germs and virus for such a fate...

Thrax: *turned his head abruptly at him, his eyes seemed to be illuminated by the fire* And 3 weeks later they will be bk on the streets, doing Frank knws wht to other ppl, or maybe exact another revenge the next time they see u! Is tht wht u want, Jones?! To have their dicks back into ur ass again?! *his face showed rather horrifyingly clear tht he was very vengefully furious abt wht they had done to Oz*

Ozzy gluped hard, seeming frozen on the spot as those glowing eyes glared towards him, making him shiver under the look as he shook his head slowly. "I-I... I don't want any more... inside me..." he whispered, hanging his head almost submissively as he toyed with the bandana that still hadn't come off from around his neck.

Thrax: *growled n turned to face the fire again* Then shut it. This has to be done. This is only way it's gotta go. I'm trying to protect my lover, evn if u dont love me bk, so just let me bloody hell do my job!

Ozzy flinched and just nodded slowly, not daring to more, or speak, or anything, he didn't know what to do now. He glanced to the fire and bit his lip, still thinking if this was the only way.

Thrax: *looked up at him looking like a lost puppy n sighed. He knew he had been a little harsh, bt it was the only way to get the msg thru. He reached out a hand to pull Oz dwn gently so tht he was sitting beside him in front of the fire n wrapped an arm ard his shoulder* U live in a desolate city, where u r watching ovr a human who couldnt even take care of himself. This cat was sick before I evn got here, Jones. If I don't kill him, sooner or later, he's killing himself. I'm wasting my breath ovr this city, Jones, bt it's u who's keeping me going

Ozzy gasped as he was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts and pulled next to the virus, chewing on his lip still. "... If you find it so pointless... then why don't you just leave... find another body to take over and destroy?" he mumbled softly, still playing with the bandana.

Thrax: Because I don't want to leave u, not in this Frank-forsaken plc *brought him closer, watching as the last remnants of the head was burnt to dust, feeding more wood n kerosene so tht it would burn thoroughly*

Ozzy blinked and looked up at the other, sighing softly. "Adn I can't leave Frank..." he mumbled softly as he leaned against the virus slightly, his eyes closing as the remains of the heads disappeared into the fire.

Thrax: *sighs* I'm sorry tht I couldnt be there for u wen u needed me. I told I was going to take care of it, n so I did, the way I do best *looks at the time n remembers the party* Ah great, looks like I'm gonna have to postpone the celebration, n I cant take u out for ur bday as planned like this...unless u'd like it to be celebrated at the same~
day as ur bday?

Ozzy blinked and looked up at Thrax, chewing on his lip. "You don't have to postpone your party... if... if you want... I could help?" he said softly, smiling weakly at him before lowering his head. "Of coruse... if you don't want to..."

Thrax: Only if u reli want to, baby *kisses his forehead* I'm only making this party to keep up my image as the upright citizen of Frank, the "vaccine shot" who helped the PD break the case bt wouldnt have done it without them *scoffed* Yeah, if only they knew wht I can RELI do

Ozzy shook his head and sighed softly. "If you hate this image so much... why do you keep it up? Why don't you just be yourself...?" he said, crossing his legs as he sat, rubbing his eye a little. "... I think I might have a shower... or a nap... or something..."

Thrax: And me thrown out or killed? Wht does tht leave u? *sees Oz rubbing his eyes* U might as well take a nap. The party doesnt start till 4 hours later anyways. I think I need to turn in as well, get charged up before tonight's party *yawns a little*

Ozzy bit his lip and sighed softly. "Well, I'm used to being alone, so, it wouldn't be much different." he said, giving his classical Jones 'everything's okay' grin before slowly getting up with a wince, rubbing his eye once again. "I bet I look like crap... cause I sure feel like it..."

Thrax: *gives him a "Ur not OK, so don't fool me" glare, then softened as he kissed his forehead* Ur beautiful no matter how terrible u look * caresses his cheek* Bt right now, u definitely look like u need some sleep. C'mon, baby *despite his aching body, he carried Oz up bridal style to the bed n lay beside him*

Ozzy rolled his eyes at him before blinking and shaking his head at the half compliment before gasping out as he was suddenly lifted. "H-hey! Put me down you idiot, you're injured!" he called out, grunting as he was finally laid down. "Ugh... you know... for a smart virus, you sure are stupid."

Thrax: *makes a pout, although it looked more menacing than cute* I wouldn't say tht to a poor injured man who risked his life fighting for ur vengeance *yawns again n fell asleep almost immediately, hugging Oz like a comforter*

Ozzy rolled his eyes at him, blinking as he watched the virus pass out. Chuckling a little, he shook his head before sighing and curling up. Closing his eyes, he soon fell asleep with him, burying his nose into the Bandana.