A/N: I have a mountain of work to do, all due by Friday and some due before that, but I'm writing fan fiction…. This is an idea that's been vaguely bouncing around in my head for a while, but last night I saw something on Pinterest that inspired me to start writing this. There is some language, but I like to keep the language light. Hope you enjoy!

Feliciano grabbed his car keys and happily bounced out of his house and into the driveway. He walked over to the driver's side of his car and lovingly ran his hand along the car door. He had been saving money for months to buy himself a ferrari, and now that he had finally bought the one he had been eyeing, he had made it a habit to admire it every time he went somewhere, no matter how short the trip is. Today, however, was going to be a longer trip. He was off of work, and it was a beautiful spring day, perfect for a drive to visit Ludwig. He decided that he would take the long way and enjoy the weather and the wind blowing through his hair. He opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat. Pulling out his sunglasses and putting them on, he started the ignition. Loud music immediately blasted through his radio. He had a habit of never turning it off. After a few more moments of admiring his new car, he shifted gears, backed out of his driveway and sped down the road.

Lovino burst through the door, happy to be home after another stressful day at work. Judging by the absence of his brother's car, he guessed that Feli wasn't home. His suspicions were confirmed when he spied a note left by his brother.

Lovino,

I went to go spend the day at Ludwig's~! I'm off of work today and tomorrow. Don't know what time I'll be back tonight. I made pasta and it's in the fridge. I'll see you when I get home!

Love,

Feliciano~

Lovino sighed. On one hand, he hated that potato bastard and didn't like his brother spending so much time with him. On the other hand, he was looking forward to having some time alone to rest and recharge. Work was more stressful than usual today. He let out a sigh and walked into the living room while sorting through today's mail. The gas and water bills had arrived today. He furrowed his brows as he tried to remember who's turn it was to pay either of them. Well, it was written down on their calendar so he didn't worry when he couldn't remember. Also in the mail came a magazine for Feli and a thick envelope for him. He glanced at the sender to see if it was the one he had been waiting for, and sure enough it was. He was planning on returning to school in the fall and he had requested information from different colleges in the area. This school in particular was one he was interested in. He studied the envelope a little more before placing the stack of mail, along with Feliciano's note, onto the coffee table. He resolved to deal with them later.

He stretched his arms above his head, feeling his back crack in good ways, as he shuffled into the kitchen. His brother was such a good cook. He was, after all, a professional chef who worked at an expensive, high-class restaurant nearby.

Lovino was just about to open the fridge to find out what kind of pasta Feli had made when his phone went off. "Damn it!" he said under his breath as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. The number was not one he recognized. Usually he would've ignored it, but something told him to answer.

"What do you want?" he spat to the innocent person on the other end of the line.

"Am I speaking to Lovino Vargas?" returned a voice after a brief pause.

"Who wants to know?" answered Lovino, not even caring about how rude he was being.

"This is Toris Laurinaitis from St. Lawrence Hospital. I have an urgent matter to discuss with Mr. Vargas."

"You're talking to him."

"Mr. Vargas, we need you to come to the hospital right away. Your brother, Feliciano, has been in a terrible accident."

Lovino paled. Feli had been in an accident? Was he alright? What happened? Are they sure they had the right person? A million questions ran through his mind as he started to panic slightly. He couldn't imagine something horrible happening to his innocent, annoying but sweet little brother!

"…Mr. Vargas?"

Lovino suddenly remembered that he was still on the phone. "I'm coming, bastard!" he yelled before hanging up. He grabbed his car keys and ran to his car before flying down the road toward the hospital. When he got there, he immediately burst through the front doors.

"Where is he?" he shouted. Startled guests and workers all looked at him, but he didn't care. He marched up to the front desk where a young man with brown hair and green eyes was sitting, likely the person who he had talked to on the phone. "I want to see my brother!"

"W-who?" responded the clearly frightened man.

Lovino shook slightly as he tried to regain his composure. Despite how he tried to act, he cared deeply about his brother. "His name is Feliciano Vargas."

"Ah, you must be Lovino" replied the secretary. He turned to his computer screen and quickly typed something. Lovino impatiently tapped his foot as he waited. "Ah. Your brother has just been moved from the ER to the recovery room. I'll page the doctor and he'll take you there and explain what happened."

ER? Recovery room? Car accident? What the hell happened to my little brother?"

The doctor arrived quickly, although to Lovino it seemed to be an eternity. Lovino had been pacing back and forth, trying to calm down, and making the man at the desk very nervous.

"Mr. Vargas?" the doctor asked. Lovino looked up at a man with blonde hair and green eyes. "I am Dr. Zwingli. Come with me." Lovino followed the man down the hall.

"Your brother," began the doctor in a monotone, almost emotionless voice, "was in a car accident. He was speeding, lost control of his car and landed in a ditch. His left arm is broken, and he hit his head on the steering wheel. We fear he may have a concussion." Lovino scowled at the doctor. He said everything so matter-of-factly and didn't even try to spare his feelings. He was annoyed, but deep down he was thankful that the doctor was straightforward.

They stopped outside of a room. "Your brother is in here. You may visit him, but please be quiet. He is still recovering. If you need anything at all, call for one of the nurses." With that, the doctor left him alone standing outside of his brother's room.

Lovino took a deep breath and gently turned the doorknob. All his hopes that this was just a mix up were shattered when he saw his little brother lying in the hospital bed. He had an IV and was hooked up to a machine that monitored his pulse. There was a large gash in his forehead that had been stitched closed, and his left arm was in a cast. Other than that, he looked peaceful. His chest rose and fell to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Lovino walked into the room, closing the door behind him, and sat down next to his brother. He gently stroked Feliciano's hair and whispered to him. "It's ok, Feli. You're going to be just fine."

A/N: I was thinking of writing more in this chapter, but that seemed like a good place to stop. Also, I had no idea what to name the hospital, so I went with naming it after a saint, since that seems to be popular. St. Lawrence, I believe, is the patron saint of cooks.