Though it was only a few days it felt like months to Bard. Elizabeth came over to "help" him whenever her busy schedule would allow it. Though Bard enjoyed her company she seemed to get in the way more than she did "help" like complaining the washcloth Bardroy used to clean the wound was "not at all cute". She did help get his mind off of his guilt for a while.

Sometimes after Elizabeth left he would find himself staring at the other boys lips for quite a while. They were perfect not a single imperfection. They fit so well on his. At this point Bard's face would be completely red in embarrassment and he looked around making sure no one else had seen. If someone did he would die of embarrassment... literally. Since they are in the Victorian era Homosexuality is not something that is regularly spoken of. In fact it is almost unheard of. Bard would've never guessed in his army days that he would never be falling for another boy. Though Finny was no where near as masculine as Bardroy he is still a boy and presented himself as such. Another annoying thought Bardroy had was how would Finny react to his feelings would he reject him? He'd just have to see.

One day or to be more specific precisely 4 days after he had originally gotten shot Bardroy was just about to leave to go to bed himself.

"Sleep well Finny." As the cook said this he felt a sharp pain in his wrist that spread all the way up to his shoulder. He turned around and saw the gardener eyes wide open staring at him. Finny's hand was wrapped around Bard's wrist his strength still wasn't completely restored since he didn't snap his wrist in half.

"Stay," whispered Finnian though he didnt exactly mean to whisper it was all he could manage. "Stay with me please." His eyes were full of pain and his cheeks had seemed to have sunken in due to the lack of nutrition. How could he possibly say no to him in such a state?

Bard nodded and crawled into bed next to the boy's stiff figure. Finny buried his head in Bard's shoulder letting his warm and shallow breathes run down Bardroy's chest. It was not long until the gardener relaxed and fell asleep. Gazing at the boy's sleeping figure he didn't move, he did not wish to disturb Finnian's slumber. Soon he rested his head on top of the gardener's and drifted off into his own set of nightmares.

As the morning came at a fast  speed he awoke to Finny's crying, "It hurts Bard. It really hurts" The smaller blonde cried tugging on the older man's shirt.

Bard sat up quickly and realized he needed to clean the wound and change the bandage again. He ran out the door promising Finny he would get back as fast as humanly possible. As he gathered all the materials in a supply closet that were needed a small figure showed up behind him.

"If you do wish to have an affair with the gardener," said a small but powerful voice, "I wish you do keep quiet about it. You know how much other nobles like to talk. If word got out I was housing someone like you that would not be good for the Phantomhive image."

"Y-young m-master!" Bardroy stuttered, "W-well of course! But h-how did you find out about this?" He asked astonished though he was pretty certain he already knew the answer the young master would find most appealing.

"I am not oblivious Bard. I know of all that goes on inside this manor. And you know better than to hide such things like this from me. Next time I won't let you off so easy." As Bardroy turned around to see the master he found that he was already walking away. But Bardroy did not spend anytime dilly dallying any further he quickly ran back to Finny's small room.

Finny was pale... more pale than usual. Bard wet the small cloth and set it on his head. "Stay with me" He encouraged Finny as his face looked as if he was going to pass out any second. Unwrapping the bandage slowly he stared at the wound horrified. Putting a hand in front the gardeners eyes so get couldn't look. He tried his best to clean the wound but to his dismay he had to call in Sebastian who acted inconvenienced by the whole event. All hope was left in the butler's hands the wound had become badly.....

Infected.