Epilouge
Alfred turned pale. He looks down at his former care-taker and tears run down his cheeks. "Fuck, why did this happen. Why was I such an idiot?" He wipes his face on his arm and collapses to the floor. "I'm so sorry Arthur."
There was a choke. And then a gurgle sound. Then another choke. Alfred shoots up. "Arthur? Arthur it's me, Alfred. Please be okay. Please live. I don't want to lose you." Arthur's eyes were a blank stare. He tries to take a shallow breath, just to end up choking on the blood again.
Alfred turns to the nurse. "Hey, he's still alive! Help him! He can live, why are you just standing there doing nothing?!" He pulls the nurse over to the body. "Fix him! Make him better! Do anything to help him, please." The nurse just backs away. "There's nothing else we can do, sorry kid." She dashes out the room.
Alfred grabs Arthur's freezing hand. He tears the sheets into pieces and wraps them around all the open cuts. "Please live. I don't want you to die. Please, make it through this." The sheets get soaked in a matter of minutes, Arthur slips further and further away from the world. "Don't leave me Arthur! Please, I need you! Please don't go!" Alfred sobs as he squeezed his hands tightly.
Arthur weakly moves his finger and traces a heart on the back of Alfred's hand, leaving a trail of red. Alfred lost it. "ARTHUR GOD DAMN IT DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME! I NEED YOU PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE I NEED YOU! ARTHUR, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!" There was no reaction; just that cold, blank stare his eyes held. He was gone. Alfred fell to his knees and sobbed.
Hearing the commotion, a doctor walks in. "Is everything alright sir?" He looks at the mess; he looks at Alfred. "Sir, please come with me." Alfred didn't move. The doctor had to carry him out of the room and into his office. "Was Arthur a friend of yours?" He didn't answer. The doctor sighed. "We don't know how it happened, one minute he seemed to be recovering and the next he had stolen the nurse's emergency scissors from the first aid kit and… well you know." He still didn't respond. He just looked down on the ground, uninterested. "Son, I think it's best if you go back home. You'll only hurt yourself by staying here."
America: A Week Returning Home
Francis needed to check up on him. If he was having a hard time coping, than Alfred would be traumatized. "Alfred, you home?" he knocks on the door of his tiny house. When he didn't answer he let himself in. "Alfred! Is everything alright?" He looks around for the boy and spots him in the kitchen. He had his head laid down on the table and wasn't move. "Oh god, Alfred?! Not you too!" He rushed over to Alfred and frantically shakes him. "Alfred, wake up!"
"Hmmm?" Alfred lifts his head and rubs his eyes sleepily. "Francis? Why are you in our house?" Francis sighed in relief and hugged Alfred. "Everyone has been worrying about you. How have you been?" Alfred smiles up at him. "I'm fine! Why do you ask?" Francis looks down at him, puzzled. "Uh, well about Arthur…"
Alfred looked confused. "What are you talking about? Arthur is in his bedroom getting ready to take us out to eat." Francis was beginning to worry. Alfred claps. "And there he is! Dude, can you believe Francis just barged in him and said something was wrong with you?" Francis looks at the empty doorway. "I know right! Ahaha! Well, we're about to leave so unless you want to be in this big house all by yourself I suggest you should be on your way!" Francis nods hesitantly and shuffles out the door.
"I thought he would never leave," Alfred sighs. He stands up and scratches at his wrist deeply and slowly. The figure before him looks at him with a stern face. "I thought I told you to stop that, Alfred. You might really hurt yourself some day!" Alfred nods and drops his hands to his sides. "Sorry Arthur, it helps me cope with stress." The figure shakes its head. "Find a different way, I don't want you to end up like me." The figure squeezes him tight before letting go. "So how about that food? You still hungry?" Alfred nods as they headed out the door. "Always!" He laughs as they walked hand in hand out of the big and empty house.