A/N- So, this was suppose to be a one shot, but it got too long, and then I got a full plot and stuff. So now it's in chapters for your enjoyment ^.^ Yes, I used a rap song as reference. And I had a picture for reference as well. (PM me if you wanna see the picture BTW ;) Okay! Well, this is based on the show House M.D. Like a lot. So yeah, I got a bit uncreative here and there, but whatever ^^ Okay, I'm gonna stop talking now!
Disclaimer- I DO NOT Own Hetalia.
Enjoy loves~!
You've Been Gone For So Long
"I'm about to lose my mind. You've been gone for so long. I'm running out of time. I need a doctor, call me a doctor, I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life…"
-I Need a Doctor, Eminem, and Skylar Grey
Chapter 1
"Arthur! Arthur, I'm really sorry. I-I didn't mean to go that far. Oh gosh, Arthur! Say something! ARTHUR!"
Those green eyes opened with a start. The shadowy ceiling of his apartment confirmed that it was only a dream, that he was back in reality. His breathing was erratic, he was shaking, and a cold sweat was forming on his body. Arthur Kirkland sat up in his bed, nervously scanning the room. His fists were balled up, the bedsheets in his grip. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to get that voice out of his head. The remnants of his nightmare were still ringing in the back of his head. That French accent… The panicky tone of his voice… The events of that night….
Arthur received another shock as his alarm went off. He instinctively slammed the snooze button, but suddenly froze. He hated to admit it, but he was scared to get out of bed. He didn't want to face the pain today. Not after that dream…
His heart still racing, Arthur longingly looked at his nightstand. To his relief, his small prescription bottle was there, his Vicodin pills filling up the transparent container. Not hesitating one bit, the Briton reached out for it, twisting the cap off. Tapping the bottle against his palm, he allowed the pills to fall out. Without any caution, he popped the pills into his mouth, allowing the smooth, curved pills to go down his throat. Closing his eyes, Arthur savored the moment. He immediately felt relief wash through him, his nerves calmed, and his pain almost washed away completely…Almost.
Now that his morning pills were in his system, Arthur stretched out his tired muscles and cautiously pulled his bad leg out from underneath the covers. His good leg following behind, Arthur carefully got out of bed, reaching for the night stand for support. Standing still for a few moments to regain balance, Arthur quietly suffered through the surging pain that was in his right hip and leg. Just a few more minutes until the Vicodin kicks in…Just a few more minutes…
As the pain slowly began to numb itself, Arthur stiffly stood up straight. He was still a bit rusty, but he could manage through for a bit. He just needed to get ready for work. Staggered steps after another, Arthur made his way to his bathroom. His cane leaned against the doorframe, waiting for its owner to put it into use. Arthur stared at the sleek wooden stick. Not yet…I need to learn how to live without it. he stubbornly thought.
After his morning routine was completed, Arthur got dressed. Neatly tying his tie, Arthur strolled over to his rolling chair in his room. Folded over the backrest of the chair was his white coat. Putting the signature uniform of a doctor on, Arthur was ready to leave. Grabbing his bags, keys, and (after a long internal conflict) his cane, Arthur was out the door.
...
"Ah, you're certainly in early today, Dr. Kirkland." the always cheery Feliciano Vargas greeted. "Well, when you live practically 5 minutes away from your job, it's kind of hard to be late." Arthur objected. "Oh, heh, that's true I guess. Well, you have only a handful of new patients today. You have a therapy session scheduled though, so you might want to start with that first." the Italian nurse advised. Arthur merely nodded and took his clipboard from the hook. Without another glance at Feliciano, Arthur made his way to his office.
Working in a mental hospital can only be so interesting. Sure, there were random outbreaks between the patients and other chaotic trouble, but there wasn't anything new. Even though the hospital included a rehabilitation center, there wasn't anything actually exciting to look forward to. Not through Arthur's eyes at least. It was a monotonous life. Then again, it was kind of hard to enjoy life when you have a constant nagging pain in your body. A pain that drowned out practically everything. He became pretty anti-social, and a low tolerance level doesn't really help either. Maybe a dull life was for the best?
Sighing, Arthur pulled out his keys and unlocked his office. Stepping into the familiar room, he dropped everything and headed straight to his computer. Turning the machine on, Arthur sat down in his chair and opened up the file of today's patients. A finger running across his lower lip, the English doctor skimmed the page. Another usual day I suppo- Hang on a minute. Sitting up straight, Arthur took a closer look at the file. Shaking his head in disbelief, Arthur reached out for his glasses. After he put on his glasses, Dr. Kirkland took another look at the file. Even when he was half blind, he read that name correctly: Alfred F. Jones.
Pursing his lips slightly, Arthur threw the file down onto his desk, his glasses hitting the desk soon after. He leaned back in the chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. Today is just not my day...
Staring at the ceiling, Arthur thought about things more carefully. Let's not jump to conclusions now, Arthur. Jones is a pretty common last name here in America. Alfred isn't all too uncommon. Now, that F initial is pretty uncommon, but it's probably a fluke. There's no way it's him. No way.
The uncomfortable feeling he had earlier was starting to vanish. And besides. It's been over ten years. There's no was he still remembers me…
The Briton's thought process was interrupted by a beeping noise from his pager. Reverting his eyes back to the desk, he leaned forward and grabbed the beeping device. A slight frown overtook lips.
Therapy Session the device blinked. Sighing yet again, Arthur clipped the beeper to his side, grabbed the patient file, and walked out of his office.
Another session…Let's see how this one turns out.
A/N- Short, yes. But I wanna break it down into readable pieces so I don't drag this out to be a one shot with a bajillions words X) Anywho, what do you guys think? Pretty good so far? Review and tell me how I'm doing~! :D Oh! And Ive written a few more stories, so don't forget to check those out as well. On the Run is still being written, and I just finished testing (for now =.=) so I'll start writing that again as soon as possible. Oh yeah, and if you think the rating should be bumped up later on in the series, don't be afraid to tell me okay? I'll do it. I jus thought it would fit T since it's not going to be that mature. Okay, I'm done for now. I'm gonna go post the next part up. Thanks for reading! :D
