THE BAD BOY OF MANHATTAN
Chapter 34. My face?

"Emma, I'm sick." Erlic stared at her phone screen with Emma's face framed there frowning.

"So (then)?"

Elric who was lying with a lethargic face on his bed grimaced. "You can come here?"

"What (what)?" Emma surprised. But a moment later it appeared that the girl was waving at someone who was saying goodbye to her with a smile.

"Can or not, Em?"

"Why should I come there?"

"I'm bored. There's only Lupita in this house. I want to get out of the house but my fever is pretty bad."

I heard Emma whispering. "Where are your parents, El?"

"Go."

Emma exhaled her rough breath. "Call the doctor, El."

"I don't want a doctor. I want you to come here. Now." Now."

"You're a really spoiled kid, yeah!"

Elric returned grimacing. "Come, Em. Maybe I'll be dead soon. You're the only one I trust to witness the will I'll write."

Emma rolled her eyes. However, seeing Elric's desperate face, the girl finally agreed. Elric smiled happily. He immediately pressed the digital button on the tablet screen that was on top of his nightstand and gave Lupita the command, "If Miss Emma Lopez comes, tell her to go straight into my room."

Elric pulled out a thick blanket covering his entire body. He did get a high fever due to the adjustment of the skin of the back with the ink fused. Right now, he just wanted to meet Emma and chat with her. He waited for the girl's arrival with a thumping heart.

Meanwhile, Emma has just gotten into the subway that will take her to Greenwich. Along the way, he never ceases to wonder in his heart, why Elric told him to come. If the child is sick, why not just call the doctor?

The questions kept sneaking through his mind until he reached the Bradley family mansion. Lupita, the housekeeper told her to go straight into Elric's room upstairs.

Emma slowly opened the unlocked door and found the boy curled up under his thick blanket. "Hey, you're alive, El?" emma asked as she touched Elric's leg.

"Ah, you're finally here too, Emma. Almost the angel of death took me. If only I hadn't negotiated with him. I told him, there's an angel who's coming and accompanying me," Elric chuckled as he pulled up the blanket and leaned his back against the headboard. He grimaced because his back was painful.

Emma rolled her eyeballs. "So, what should I do?" tanyakanya.

"Sit here." Elric gestured with his index finger to the edge of the bed. "I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Repot once," said Emma as she dropped her tat pan to the edge of the bed, next to Elric's feet. Emma squinted her eyes at Elric. The boy's face looks red. His nose was red, and his eyes were watering. "You have a fever?" ask her while sticking the back of the hand to Elric's forehead. Real hot.

"Am I lying?" sulk Elric.

"Why not call the doctor?"

"no need. It will soon heal too. I just need you here."

"Huh?" Emma put on her dumb face.

"Do you want to eat or drink something? Maybe I can get it in the kitchen," Emma bargained.

"No need. I can get Lupita." Elric pushed back the red digital button on the tablet screen. "Lupita, bring a bottle of wine and two glasses to my room."

Emma rounded her beautiful eyes. "Drink wine, huh?" the strangeness.

Elric grimaced as he scratched his curly hair that was starting to get long. "I'm bored, Em," he lamented spoiled.

"By the way ... Why did you get a fever?" ask Emma.

Elric slowly passed the shirt wrapped around his body, making Emma gasp and round her eyes again. "Why did you take off your shirt?" his screeches.

Elric. "Don't pervert. I just wanted to show you something."

Emma hissing. "What?"

"Dry," pinta Elric. He told Emma to come closer. The girl looked suspiciously at Elric. "Come, Emma. Comehere!"

Emma grunting. He slowly moved from his seat and followed Elric's index finger which led to the young man's back. "You're doing a tattoo?" emma was surprised.

"Yes. What say?"

Emma watched the image on Elric's back closely. The woman with the crown of thorns with the wings of a great angel. He scrunched his forehead.

Why does that woman look so much like me?

"Hows it? You likey?" elric's question made Emma gasp.

"This ...." Emma hung up her words. He didn't want to ask what he was thinking.

"Your face. Right."." Right."

"Huh?" Emma astonished. Elric seemed to know what he was thinking. Butwhy? I don't think he wants to ask further why.

"Do you mind if I use your face for me to draw on my back?" ask Elric.

"Eehm .. I .. no, it's just .. uhmm ...." Emma suddenly felt nervous. What happened to Elric? I don't know what's going on in his mind right now. He is afraid of what he thinks himself.

Elric grabbed Emma's hand and led her back to sit on the edge of the bed. "Nrank ...."

"Yes?"

Elric moved closer to Emma. The look in her sad eyes made the girl stupefied and forgot to blink. For Emma, her brain is dead-end digesting this. He had no idea what Elric would do. Honestly, he doesn't want to know. Until the moment of silence between the two was broken by the sound of the room door opening and the figure of a long-haired handsome man standing in the doorway with a facial expression that was difficult to pronounce with words.

"Wear your shirt, El!" emma exclaimed instantly as she grabbed Elric's shirt lying nearby and threw it into Elric's face. Emma stood by the side of the bed staring at the man who was now looking at her.

Jesus, James!

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