- Hey Sweetie, you need to wake up, Ilari says gently and kisses Venla’s neck. She mumbles something inaudible and buries herself deeper into her pillows.
- No. You really need to wake up now, Ilari continues and pulls his fingers thru her hair. – You need to take your painkillers now. I want some sleep too and I don’t want last night happening again. Ilari explaines patiently.
– Let me be, Venla mutters without opening her eyes.
– You slept over the time you need to take your meds and you ended up crying in pain last night. I don’t want that to happen again. You take them and you can sleep more after that. Ilari keeps petting her as gentle wake up and despite that she makes snarling noices.
– Sweetie. That’s enough. And suprisingly, little change on Ilari’s tone does it. Venla raises her head and reaches her hand to take the pills.
- That’s it, Ilari says and makes sure she takes it all.
– Can you hold me, Venla mutters and Ilari smiles at her.
– For a while. We have visitor.
- Who?
- Iiro.
– I don’t want to see him.
– You don’t have to. Ilari kisses her hair and looks at his brother at the door.
Iiro comes by the door and looks at how affectionate his brother is with Venla. How loving he is. How close they already are. Like they have a mutual language. That hurts. Damn that hurts. He hears Venla’s words and they feel like a knife. She doesn’t want to even see his face again. He can’t take any more and returns to the living room.
- You love her? Iiro says when Ilari comes back.
– I don’t know, Ilari replys. Iiro is about to ask what happened to Venla and then he remembers that surgery she was so afraid of.
- Is she okay?
- In pain but she’ll recover. Ilari says. - Meds are really tiring her out but I guess it’s better that way. She can be quite cranky and impatient.
- Looked like you can handle it. Iiro sighs deeply. - So you two moved together right away?
– It’s temporary solution but so far it’s working, Ilari shrugs.
- Why you are here? Ilari crossed his arms.
- I wanted to apologize, Iiro looks down.
– That was some dirty play, Ilari grunts.
- Yeah. Shouldn’t have done it.
– No. You shouldn’t have.
– I really fucked up this time.
– Mm. Never do it again.
- Does that mean you forgive me? Iiro looks his brother with new hope.
- No. But you going against me tells me somethings wrong and I’m worried. Means you’re desperate.
– Damn. Since when blockhead like you started to be psychologist?
– I know you. That’s enough, Ilari shrugs. - What is it?
– I…. panicked. I didn’t realize you are so serious about her and tried to kick you out of the game. Iiro averts his eyes ja sinks to the bottom of his chair.
– Damn bro. Ilari shakes his head.
– Mm. I know. Hurts like hell. I think...I fell in love
– With Venla? Ilari’s brows knit together..
– I know. I know. I’m out for good. Iiro raises his hands signaling giving up.
– Good.
- Now I really know why I wanted to stay out of the damn thing. If I would have known it hurts so much I’d have deepfroze all my feelings beforehand.
– Oh bro… Ilari sighs, comes to Iiro and hugs him.
– Why the fuck you didn’t tell me you’re this serious? I just dived head first in to this trap. Iiro sounds frustrated. - Like I really had any chance against you.
– I didn’t plan any of this. It just happened. Ilari sighs - How’s your eye?
– Getting black I suppose, Iiro shrugs. – and massive headache. Last time I heard from you, you texted you are going to kill me. Guess I got it easy then?
– I still want to punch you, Ilari admits. – But in very twisted way you made me favor.
- Huh?
- Since you planted all those suspicions into her head we got it all handled the same time. Now it’s smooth sailing. So, from my side we are cool with this.
- Ok. I'm relieved. I don't want to loose you too. Iiro looks at his hands. – Can you say I’m sorry for Venla?
– I’ll do that, Ilari promises.
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