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So, here's chapter 2!
Francis at first didn't know what to do. He told Lovino the only thing he could think of saying:
"Lovino, call the hospital, now." Francis ordered. Lovino was too shocked to refuse the order. He opened his phone and called.
In a matter of minutes the ambulance came. They picked Gilbert up and placed him on a gurney and took him away to the hospital. Before they left, Francis asked if he, Antonio, and Lovino could ride with them. The hospital people hesitated a bit but then put them in with Gilbert.
Francis grabbed Gilbert's hand as they drove to the hospital. It was abnormally cold. Francis quickly checked Gilbert's pulse. It was still beating. Francis sighed in relief.
Antonio looked at Francis, eyes clouded with concern.
"Do not worry, Mon Cher. He is still breathing." Francis reassured the Spaniard. Antonio felt like dying inside, right now. He'd have to call Ludwig, Austria, Lux obviously, Yao, Kiku, Elizaveta, etc.
Antonio wrapped his arms around Lovino and cried his heart out. They didn't know what the hell happened to Gilbert, but they assumed that it was nothing good.
Lovino's POV
I felt Antonio's arms around me as he cried on my shoulder. I normally would've pushed him away, but I was too shocked to move. My mouth couldn't form a single word; I was finding myself forgetting to breathe, and occasionally my eyes would start to water, but I blinked back the tears. I never liked him anyway.
I kept reminding myself that, but thinking back to how he was acting this morning told me this had been going on a while.
Why the fuck would he hide this? Is it more important to be the awesomeness, even though it wasn't the truth, than to tell his friends about what has been going on?
"I know, Lovino. He should've told us. I never thought you'd say that." Francis said. I felt my face heat up.
Was I speaking out loud?
"Hey, Lovino, do you think he's okay?" Francis asked, showing his first signs of concern.
"Now you're worried?" I asked.
"Well, I always was, but with Antonio extremely worried I had to act calm. You know, sort of like everything will be okay kind of calm. If one is calm around worried people, then the worried will calm down faster than if both are worried." Francis said, pointing at the sleeping Antonio. "See?"
I nodded. "I think he'll be fine. It's not like he has cancer." I pointed out. Francis's blue eyes widened in horror.
"Cancer?" He squeaked.
"He doesn't have cancer." I said, trying to stay as calm as possible with the French man.
"You promise?" Francis asked.
This guy-
"I promise."
-is an idiot…
No One's POV
We finally arrived to the hospital after what seemed like an hour, but was actually five minutes. Francis lightly shook Antonio to wake him up.
"Hmmm?" Antonio asked groggily. His eyes were red and puffy and he still had tear stains on his cheeks.
"We're here." Francis said.
"Oh… Where's Lovi?" Antonio asked. Francis pointed at the Italian on his back. Antonio smiled slightly and followed Francis off of the ambulance. The hospital people worked on Gilbert off the ambulance and getting him to the emergency room as soon as possible.
Lovino woke up due to a certain blonde's hair tickling his nose. He groaned and blinked open his eyes to look at a white room with chairs. That was half of his vision. The other half was blonde hair.
Lovino groaned.
"Ah, you're awake." Francis said. He crouched for Lovino to get off. He scrambled off of Francis's back, blushing.
"I'm shocked, you're pretty light." Francis said with a smirk. Lovino blushed a deeper shade of red. He was in no mood for arguing right now.
"How's Gilbert?" He asked.
"He's asleep. The people ran something to see what's wrong, dosed with something that knocked him out cold." Francis said. "They say he'll wake up soon. In an hour or so."
Lovino nodded they sat down in the chairs there. Antonio came with three cups of coffee.
"Hi, Lovi. You finally woke up. We've been here six hours and poor Francis hasn't been able to sit down."
"You could've waked me up." Lovino stated, defensively.
"We tried." Francis replied.
"Oh…" Lovino said, for once not knowing what to say. Antonio handed both of them a cup of coffee, before taking his own and sitting down.
A nurse walked up to them a couple minutes later.
"He is awake. You may go see him." She said. They nodded and stood up. They slowly made their way to the room Gilbert Beilschmidt was in.
They walked in to see a pair of red eyes watching them.
"Yo! Where have you guys been? I wake up all alone with not one of my awesome friends and Italian" Gilbert said, glaring playfully at them.
"What the fuck?"
I know this was a bad chapter! I'm sorry! ^^" Please forgive me! Thanks a ton! I hope you still liked it! I'll try to make the next chapter better! Thanks again and sorry if this story is bad! (I'm new)