AN: I'm back! Though I never really left, just been in a bad writing slump lately (which would explain the 13 other unfinished crap on my computer). But I'm back with a new series. Yeah... -nervous laugh- Hopefully I'll be able to finish this one, but no guarantees. God, I can never guarantee anything, that's how unsure I am. Dx
It was this persistent noise that just seemed to go through one ear and stay in his head—in that area right behind his eyes—and it was a really annoying beeping sound. He stirred in his bed, trying to escape that noise, and before he knew it he was up and looking around in his hospital room.
Wait, wait, wait! Hospital room?
Oh, they found me. "Oh God… my head is killing me." He mumbled to himself as a pale hand buries itself in his equally pale hair.
"Good. Maybe that'll teach you about overdosing."
A small 'what' escapes his lips as he turns to look for the source of the noise. He found him, a Matthew Williams if the nametag on his shirt was anything to go by. Gilbert stares at the other man in silence before blurting out, "Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?" He looks at the clock and points at it. "Visiting hours are over."
The other shrugged, not even caring to spare a glance at the clock. "I know; I snuck in."
"You have some guts, kid."
There was a brief falter in the other's carefree demeanor, but he quickly rebuilt it. "Maybe." Matt says, voice still soft as he picks up a red flower and hands it over to the bedridden man. "The staff are used to it though. My dad's a doctor here so I stay around here a lot."
He nods, not really listening to the stranger keeping him company. And talking about company, he wonders where his younger brother is. Probably doesn't even know I'm in the hospital. He thinks to himself, a sardonic smirk on his face as he fingers the flower's petals.
Oh well, no use crying over spilt blood. Or whatever that saying was.
"What's your name, kid?"
He looked over just in time to see that flicker of surprise in those eyes before his visitor recomposed himself. He pointed at his nametag. "Matthew Williams. You?"
"You came in here even though you have no idea who I was?" He asked.
The blonde sheepishly shrugged, a shy smile on his face. "You looked kind of lonely." He admitted before leaning forward onto the white covers. "I thought you needed company—"
"Oh Mr. Beilschmidt, you're awake." Both occupants of the room look over the open door, both peering blankly at the star-struck nurse staring intently at the man sitting up. Her eyes flicker over to the red flower in his hands before she calls over her shoulder, "Doctor Williams, the patient in Room 121 is awake."
She turns over to him, hastily making her way over to his side and begins checking him for oddities. "When did you wake up, Gilbert?" She questions as she checks his eyes. She stops when the man shakes her off and looks at the clock.
"About ten or fifteen minutes ago." Why does she look so worried? He looks over to Matt in confusion (that boy seems to know what's going on) and watches in silence as his doctor displaced the blonde. Matt waves him goodbye before he disappears from sight.
Gilbert leaned back into his bed, it having been raised up when he wasn't paying attention. He watches in silence as Matt's dad goes about his business, asking the nurses questions as if Gil wasn't capable of answering them himself.
Why doesn't he just ask me? I can answer those… questions. He takes in a deep shuddering breath, his body relaxing as he exhales. Gil struggles to keep his eyes open, everything he's seeing through those red eyes blurry. That's weird… the conversation… must… have… He blanks out and the last things he's aware of are the loud frantic beeping of his heart monitor, the red flower still in his hands, and Doctor Williams calling for a crash cart.