Every second seemed to linger for far too long, and every minute that passed felt like an eternity. The scenery outside Lovino's window was unfamiliar to him, and he knew that they weren't anywhere near home. Carefully, he sat up from his spot in the seat, rubbing his swollen eyes that stung from all of the tears he had shed previously.

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

He asked hoarsely, but didn't receive an answer for several moments; only making him more frustrated with the situation.

"Answer me, dammit! Where are you-"

"Look for yourself."

The Italian refrained from speaking for the time being and peeked around the corner they were turning, noticing a large parking lot come into view. Gigantic buildings were scattered all over, and they all seemed dull and boring. His skepticism only increased as one of the signs flew right by him, and trying to read it, he noticed the large word "Hospital". Panic surged through his veins as one of the buildings neared them - his grandfather driving right into a parking space near the door. Lovino didn't move an inch. Mostly because of the fear he felt, but also because of his determination to stay inside the vehicle.

"Come on." His grandfather softly said, getting out of the car and expecting his grandson to follow. When he didn't, he came around to the other side, opening Lovino's door and reaching a hand to him.

"N-No. You can't make me! I don't need to go to a hospital!"

"Lovino, please just-"

"I'm not f-fucking insane!" He wailed, tears steadily rolling down his reddened cheeks, "Just take me home!"

"Lovino. Look at me. Now." His grandfather demanded sternly, lifting Lovino's chin so that he was forced to look into his eyes.

"Do you trust yourself?"

He paused, still sobbing, but scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. "W-What...?"

"It's a simple question. Do you trust yourself? Enough to not hurt yourself or others?"

"I-I.."

"Be honest Lovino. I won't hate you for it. You know that."

Silence grew between them for numerous seconds as Lovino processed the question, wondering how he should answer. The truth was, he knew he couldn't trust himself. His emotions would always get the better of him, and that caused his behavior to go out of hand. Instead of properly answering, he jerked away from his grandfather's hand, looking down into his lap with eyes full of shame.

"Lovi.." Lovino turned his head so that he didn't have to meet his grandfather's gaze, "You think I want this to happen to you? You think I want you to feel so horribly? I know you don't want to be here, and I don't want you here either, but what I do want is for you to get better. To be happy about yourself and your family. Can't you see that Feliciano loves you? That I love you?"

He shook his head, more tears falling, "N-No. I don't see it." He muttered, choking back more tears, "You all hate me."

"We don't. We never will hate you."

"I'm a d-disappointment. And don't try t-to convince me otherwise."

His grandfather sighed heavily, resting his hand on his grandson's knee, "Tell me something. Do you like feeling this way?"

"No..."

"Do you want to get better?"

"I-I don't know.."

"Well at least you're undecided... Please, Lovi, this can only help you. And unfortunately, I'm not going to let you go home. My mind is made up, no matter how painful it may be for the both of us. Now you can either come in with me, or I'll drag you in there."

Still an emotional mess, and at this point it was only getting worse, Lovino slammed the car door shut and strolled in front of his grandfather angrily, clenching his fists and feeling himself beginning to break.

"I-I don't need to be in a fucking hospital. I'm f-fine!" He hissed to himself, kicking the door to the hospital open violently. The women behind the desk jerked up at the sudden intrusion and Lovino approached the desk with a scowl on his face. "Look, I don't need to be here. Convince my damn grandpa that I'm fine so I can go home."

"A-Ah, goodness Lovino! Why are you so angry?"

"Shut up and take me home."

The blonde nurse cleared her throat, and all attention was directed towards her. "I assume you are trying to admit him to the hospital?" She asked as kindly as possible, noticing Lovino flinch at the word.

"Yes.."

"Right over here please. Are you the guardian?"

"Yes, I am."

"Alright. We need you to read over these documents and sign them, and I'll also need some information." She turned towards the fuming Italian, politely waving a finger in front of his face to get his attention. "U-Um, what is your name sweetie?"

His eye twitched at the horrible nickname, and he couldn't help but scoff. "Tsk. Lovino."

"I like your name. You can sit in the waiting chairs, Lovino."

"Whatever. Better than being around anyone else."

"Lovino?"

An unfamiliar voice called, forcing his head to look up from the carpet he was staring so longingly at. "Che?"

"Oh! There you are." She responded, and the girl came around the corner, wearing a lovely dress with ruffles around the edges. Her hair was a light shade of blonde and only went down to her shoulders, and on top was a headband fit perfectly to her head.

"I'm Laura. Can you come with me please?"

"..Fine. That means once this damn thing is over with, I can go home right?"

The nurse named Laura awkwardly chuckled, looking behind her shoulder to see the Italian frowning with his arms slumped across his chest.

"We'll see... The hospital is very nice though."

Lovino rolled his eyes, losing patience with her, "Oh great, thanks for the encouragement." He murmured sarcastically beneath his breath, following her into a room with only a table and two chairs. The door was shut behind them, the harsh light was turned on, and she took a seat with a clipboard in hand. "Here's a seat for you." She said kindly, pulling it out from under the table and he reluctantly sat down.

"So, I'm going to be asking some questions, and I need you to answer completely honestly, alright?"

He didn't respond. He simply stared at the table with an expressionless face, although inside his heart was beating furiously with anxiousness.

"We'll start off easy. Full name?"

"Lovino Vargas."

"Oh, where are you from?"

"Southern Italy."

"I've heard it's gorgeous there. I'm from Belgium."

"Hm."

She blinked several times, wanting to make things comfortable for him but clearly failing.

"U-Um, age?"

"Twenty-three."

"Gender?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Sorry, I have to ask."

"I'm a male."

"Birthday?"

"March seventeenth."

"Height?"

"Look, I don't fucking know. Can you stop it with the stupid questions already?!"

"I'm sorry Lovino, I hate doing this to you, but it's my job. I'm only trying to help.." He took a deep breath, focusing on how his nails were digging into his palms from clenching his fists so tightly. "I know you're nervous, but you can trust me. This is all for your benefit. Now.. What brought you here?"

"My bastard of a grandfather."

"No, no. Not who. What?"

Lovino shrugged his shoulders, refusing to answer the question. "I really don't know."

"Well then, answer this. What happened before you came here? Something must have triggered you."

"...I guess I got angry."

"Explain?"

"Well my stupid brother brought his 'friend' over, that I hate-"

"Woah, hold on. What do you mean when you say friend?"

"Fine. They're lovers, okay?"

"Ah," She scribbled something down in her notepad, "So you don't like her?"

"It's a guy."

"My mistake. You don't like him?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because then no one talks to me. I'm shoved aside."

"Now we're getting somewhere.. Your grandfather mentioned anger."

"Of course he did.."

"Is it true though? Do you get angry a lot?"

"..I guess."

"What do you usually do about it?"

"Slam things, break things, hurt others.."

"Do you hurt yourself?"

Lovino squirmed uncomfortably in his seat and the sudden question, "S-Si..."

Again, she wrote things down on her notepad, "I see. Have you ever had thoughts of ending your life?"

He went quiet, feeling his heart quicken dramatically. He honestly didn't know if he could deny it. "Yes."

"Did you have a plan?"

"Yes."

"What was it?"

"I-I don't want to talk about this anymore..."

"You're going to have to eventually. Do you still want to end your life?"

"Y-Yes."

"Do you trust yourself Lovino?"

As the question arose again, Lovino looked up tearfully into Laura's saddened green eyes. There was no way he could lie.

"No. I d-don't trust myself around anyone or m-myself."

Solemnly, she nodded, writing down any other necessary information before standing up; forcing herself to smile. "Please stay here for a few minutes. I'll be back."

When she turned around she shut the door behind her gently, leaving Lovino sitting alone in the room that seemed to be closing in around him. He couldn't breathe, he could hardly see due to his blurry vision, and hatred for himself, his family, the hospital and everyone else began to creep inside of his mind. His head collapsed onto the table loudly and he attempted to cradle himself with his arms. Darkness closed in, and through bitter sobs he cried, "Please.. Just let me go home.."

Hiya! Feli here. First of all, thank you for reading! I'm glad you all enjoy it so far.

Secondly, I know I'm going to be adding some more pairings into this story, and I just wanted your opinion on what those pairings should be. Are there certain ones you like/dislike? If so, please let me know and I can either not put them in, or I will depending on what you all want.

Thank you again! Until next time!

-Feli