Gonna Make it Count Ch.2

Gonna Make it Count
Chapter Two: Lockdown
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 It’s been a few days since Liam woke up, and in that time he has received more information from Simon. First of all, a flash grenade was used that day to disorient everyone long enough for them to shoot at the engaged couple. Liam was shot before Simon and Queen Silke could get to him. He had been unconscious for a week and in that week, once Liam was no longer critical, they were moved to the love hotel. After that, Simon has been the one taking care of him, which was surprising enough in itself. Apparently demons have better medicinal knowledge than humans, something he looks forward to using once they are married.
There’s a problem with this medicine, though. Well, either the medicine or the two bullets inside him, but still. He is in immense pain and he is unbelievably dizzy right now. Nauseous and dizzy are not very becoming attributes on a prince.

 “So, Liam, you have been sitting in bed for….well…since you got shot.” Simon begins, pacing the room.

 “Yes. I am aware.” Liam mumbles, letting out a whimper when the grinding feeling comes back to his head. “I'm gonna puke, Simon.”

 “Yeah, you’ve done a lot of that recently.” Simon remarks, sizing up the boy in the bed.    “However, you know what might help?” He asks, coming up to Liam’s side of the bed.

 “Hmmmm?” The smaller prince asks, clutching his head in agony.

 Simon sighs and glares down at Liam, “I'm saying you need to take a shower.”

 “I know,” Liam begins, meeting Simon’s glare, “I'm waiting for you to carry me to the bathroom.” He says, holding his arms out.

 “Dream on, little boy.”

 “A loving fiancé would carry me to the bathroom.”

 “A loving fiancé would get the bath ready, change the bedding while you are in there, and stay quiet long enough for you to get better. Someone who will carry you everywhere and help you dress and undress would be a fiancé in love with you.” Simon mocks.

 The teen whines, “Simon, I need to bathe and you just need to carry me in! I don’t see the problem here.”

 Simon laughs, “For someone who seems so grounded, you're still a spoiled prince, aren’t you?”

 Liam glares up at him, “It’s not like I want to be waited on by you.”

 “Fine, fine, I’ll help you.” Simon give in, reaching forward to unbutton his shirt.

 “What are you doing?” Liam asks as Simon starts undressing him.

 “You can't do it yourself when we get in there, so I’m doing it here.” Simon answers, reaching for Liam’s boxers.

  “I-I can take those off in there!”

  “My, my, how modest.” The demon teases before gently picking Liam up and carrying him to the bathroom.

  “Everything hurts now and it’s your fault.” Liam mutters, looking down to his aching  stomach.

   Simon laughs a little and lifts Liam higher in his arms, bringing their faces closer.     “Should I kiss it and make it better?”

   “NO. Th-that’s not even my everything, anyways!” Liam stutters, immediately regretting it from the look on Simon’s face.

   “Ohhh? So you want me to kiss your everything?” He asks, leering down at the injured prince.

   “No, no…that’s not it. You don’t-! You can't just-!” Liam groans as he’s set down, “I hate you so much!” He huffs before pulling off his boxers and getting into the tub.

   “Yet you want me to kiss you all over.” Simon teases as he kneels down.

   “I do not want your lips to touch me anywhere you loathsome excuse of a fiancé.”

   “I'm not a loathsome excuse for a fiancé!”

    Liam frowns and lowers himself into the water, “Well, yeah, you're not…technically…” He mumbles, “Actually, you are kind of…being…really good about things. You're the biggest pain in the ass…but…you're a pretty good fiancé. Horrible person. Great fiancé. Not for the right reasons, of course, but-!” A hand clamps over Liam’s mouth.

   “Okay, stop flirting. I get it. I'm an awful person but great when I have ulterior motives.” Simon groans before smiling at Liam, who smiles into the demon’s hand. “Anyways, a bath isn’t really the best idea with all of that blood. That is why we will be giving you a laying down shower.” He explains, grabbing the shower head and bringing it down to Liam. “Want me to do it for you?”

   “Simon,” The smaller prince begins, eying the man wearily, “I am now a grown man. Despite my injuries I am not an invalid completely incapable. The least I can do is wash myself.”

   “You're taking the fun out of it.” Simon mocks before getting up, “Oh well, I need to change the bedding anyways.”

    Liam grimaces, “You make it sounds as though I smelled like some foul beast.”

    Looking back, the blond smirks at his fiancé. “That’s because you did.”

   “I most certainly did not!” Liam yells, chucking one of the various bars of soap in their bathroom at Simon.

   “Hey now, don’t waste those. You're gonna need all the help you can get!” He teases before bolting out of the room.

   “I take it back! You're an awful fiancé! Agenda or not!” Liam fumes in the tub, making sure  to wash himself completely, watching the blood and sweat that unfortunately has come to cover his body in the past week go down the drain. Admittedly, he has to give Simon credit for dealing with that. Not to his face, though. He’s not making that mistake again.
Once he finishes cleaning up he decides to sit there a little longer. It’s admittedly pretty cold, since the tub isn’t full, but it’s a nice change from being locked in the bed. Not to mention the cold surface is helping with the fever he may or may not have.

     As he lets the cold surface cool his body down, he muses over everything that has happened. He was looking forward to getting married and moving into their own castle. His personal stable woman, Celie, will be moved to them. Simon will probably get jealous, actually. Irrationally so, which seems to be a thing.

     Celie is just a friend though. Four years older than him, Celie was rescued by his father after her parents were murdered. She’s a half breed-half human and demon- and were it not for the king’s support, she would be dead by now herself. When she arrived she was given a choice as to which station she wanted to work in, and rather than taking on the normal lady-in-waiting role a young woman does, she chose to work at the stables. Being so close in age to him, she was in charge of teaching him horse riding and fighting. Out of everyone in the castle, she’s probably the most dangerous.

     Knowing his father, and Celie, she would be here with them. Knowing Simon, he probably didn’t allow it. Really though it’s just as well, by the time he heals they will no doubt have found the men and they will be able to return home and get things started. Getting married. Will they have to kiss? Okay, yes, they will. Only at the wedding. No sex after.
Right?
      Simon’s not expecting sex, right?

      Oh shit.

     “Are you ready, Liam?” Simon asks, poking his head in.

     “NO!” Liam shrieks and Simon backs away a little. “I-I mean…um, yes. Yes I am.”

      The blond rolls his eyes and helps him out, tossing him a towel before hauling him back into the bed again. “You can get dressed, right?”

      “Yes.” Liam says, grabbing at the clothes Simon laid out for him and carefully dressing himself, wincing whenever the fabric-soft as it is-brushes over one of his wounds.

      “So,” Simon lies down on the bed next to him, staring at Liam, “How are you feeling?”
      “Everything hurts, as I mentioned before.”

      “Well, medicine has different effects on different people.”

       Liam glares at Simon, “Yes, medicine that our people know nothing about. Tell me, what other things are you demons keeping under your sleeves? Is it possible for humans to master elements? How about your extended lifespans?” He asks, shifting in the bed to stare at the increasingly nervous Simon straight on. “Do you have cures for other ailments?” Narrowing his eyes at Simon’s unease, Liam leans in closer, “Why are you keeping things from us?”

Simon takes a deep breath and looks at Liam, “Where to begin…? First of all, demons don’t trust humans. Until we are fully married I cannot trust humans either.”

“That’s bullshit!” Liam screams, throwing his arms in the air and immediately regretting it and a sharp pain shoots down his injured arm and another pain spreads from his stomach. “Damnit, Simon, I'm never leaving you.” He groans, lying back down in pain.

“What if your Queen has her way and stops the marriage?” Simon asks and L  iam turns his head to look up at him.

“My father is in control. He was born to the royal family, he has the final say.”

The blond shifts beside him, laying down next to the prince and propping his head up on his arm. “You cannot expect me to forsake my people’s wishes just because you bat your pretty blue eyes my way.”

“I did not bat anything your way.” Liam huffs and Simon laughs.

“True, you're not one to flirt unless trying to prove me wrong.”

“Damn right.”

Simon sighs and stretches a little, “Look…I know you are being optimistic and think we’ll be home by the time you are better.” He frowns, “But chances are it won't happen like that. You and I will be out of the palace for god knows how long.”

“Then you should start trusting me.” Liam groans, “We need to start trusting each other. With more than our health.”

“Do you plan on telling me the secrets humans have kept from us?” Simon asks and Liam shrugs.

“Someday.” He promises, “Whether because of marriage or personal trust.”

“Probably gonna be marriage, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, probably.”
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A/N: Oh my god this is crap. This is filler and crap and I promise to give you better next time. WRITERS BLOCK IS THE DEVIL.