Lovino was pacing back and forth, scowling as per usual. He had been waiting up for that stupid spaniard to get home, and so far there was no sign of him. "Where are you, bastard?" he huffed. He checked the time once again, and saw that it was almost 2 AM. This wasn't like Antonio. If he was going to be out late with the pervert and Potato Bastard 2.0 he would call or text. Something to make sure Lovino wouldn't be up worrying. Lovino didn't show how much he loved the bastard most times, but Antonio knew he did really care, and always went out of his way to make sure Lovino wasn't worried.

Finally Lovino's worry won out over his pride and he dialed Antonio's number. Pick up, damn it… The phone kept ringing, and the worry grew with each new ring of the phone. Finally Antonio's chipper voice came on. "Hola, I can't answer right now! Lo siento! But leave me a message and I'll call you back soon! Adios!"

Lovino's voice was thick with emotion as he yelled into the phone. "Get your ass home, you tomato bastard! It's two AM, get home!" He hung up, forcing the tears in his eyes away as he walked to the kitchen, trying to distract himself from the growing sense of dread in his gut. Antonio would be okay. He knew that. Antonio had to be okay.

When Lovino's phone rang again, he nearly dropped it in his haste to get it out of his pocket. His heart sunk when he saw it was a number he didn't recognize. Why would someone be calling this late? He answered. "C-ciao?" he stuttered, hating how his voice broke.

"May I speak to Mr. Lovino Vargas?"

"This is he…"

"There has been an...accident involving Antonio Fernandez Carriedo."

Lovino felt his blood go cold. "Where the hell is he? What happened?"

"He's in the ICU," the man replied. "I think you should come."

"Yeah, whatever," Lovino snapped, hanging up. He hurried out to his car, but he was shaking so badly that it took him three times to get the key in the ignition. Then his engine decided to give him problems, and wouldn't start. "God damn it!" he screamed repeatedly until the engine finally decided to work. The next ten minutes were a blur, and it quite an amazing feat that Lovino didn't get into a wreck with how frantically he was driving. Of course, he was Italian, they always drove on the wild side. The fact that it was now three AM may have had a bit to do with it as well.

By the time he got through the hospital doors he was fighting tears. It had to be serious if Antonio was in the ICU. He went to the nurse's station. "Wh-which room is Antonio Carriedo in?" he asked.

The nurse looked up at him with a bored expression, like she didn't have time to deal with him. "Sorry, visiting hours are over. If you haven't noticed, it's 3 AM."

"I know what time it is!" Lovino snapped. "And I swear to God, woman, if you don't let me in to see him-"

"Do I need to call security?" the woman asked, cutting him off.

"No! Just let me see him! He was taken to the ICU, I need to see him!"

"Oh. Are you family? If you aren't family I can't let you in."

"Yes," Lovino said. He figured he'd lived with Antonio for several years, Antonio was the closest thing to a family that he had. Well, other than Feli, but Feliciano barely paid Lovino any attention now that he had Ludwig.

"What's your relation to him?" the woman asked, looking suspicious.

"I-I'm his...boyfriend!" Lovino snapped. He hated saying it out loud. But this was an emergency. Every second wasted with this bitchy nurse was another second that he didn't know if Antonio was okay.

"Oh," she said, that condescending note in her voice that Lovino was familiar with. Finally she said Antonio's room number, and Lovino was gone, off down the hallway, moving as quickly as he could. He finally found Antonio's room and froze outside the doorway. He didn't know what he would find when he opened that door. He didn't know what had happened to Antonio, so what if he walked in to find the love of his life maimed beyond recognition? Or he could look just like normal Antonio. That thought was what gave Lovino the strength to open the door and walk in. And when he caught sight of the figure in the hospital bed, he froze once again.

All of his fears had come true. Antonio lay in the bed, but he didn't look like Antonio. He looked severely injured and sick and like he could give up at any moment without warning. He was also surrounded by doctors. One looked up when Lovino came in, and walked over to him.

"I assume you're Lovino?" the doctor said. Lovino just nodded. "My name is Ivan Braginski. I'm the head doctor. Step out in the hallway with me so I can tell you about Antonio's condition, da?"

Lovino followed the Russian into the hallway, feeling horrible at the relief that washed through him at leaving the room. "Antonio was involved in an accident involving driving while under the influence." Lovino had the sudden thought that it was ironic that this doctor was telling him this while he reeked of vodka. He suddenly wasn't so comfortable with the idea that this man held Antonio's life in his hands.

"Was he alone?" Lovino asked, suddenly remembering Francis and Gilbert were supposed to be with Antonio. If they had abandoned him, he'd kill them.

But Lovino instantly regretted thinking that when the next words out of Ivan's mouth were, "The Frenchman who was driving and the German in the front seat didn't make it."

"D-did you call Arthur Kirkland and Ludwig Beilschmidt?" Lovino asked.

Ivan nodded. "Da. They have been informed."

"W-will Antonio make it?" Lovino asked, hating how his voice shook with fear.

Ivan sighed. "Maybe. We can't tell for sure right now. His condition is still unstable. That's why all the doctors were in there, they're trying to stabilize his condition."

"What can I do to help?" Lovino asked.

"Just pray for him," Ivan replied.