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Patient Impossible
When France got the call from Angleterre asking him to meet him at the airport, dressed, packed, and ready to travel to America he didn't know what to think. But the tone in his voice seemed important so he grabbed everything Arthur had asked for and was now standing on the outside of his airport waiting for England's private plane to land.
As the small plane touched down on the landing area and as soon as it stopped England's head popped out the window and motioned for France to hurry. France quickly jumped on the plane and as quickly as it landed the plane took off.
"So Angleterre? What is it zat made you call me so early in zee morning?"
"That bloody idiot got himself caught."
"Who? America?"
"Who else?"
"So why did you call me?"
"Because Canada was staying with him and he's the one who contacted me, frog."
"Mattieu? What did he say?"
"He called me telling me that America went out to get some food and never came back, he was telling me that he had been searching for about an hour before he called me. The he paused and told me that he saw America being carted into an ambulance."
"What? Doesn't he know zat going to the hospital will result in the doctors learning zat 'e is not human?"
"Of course he does! Which means that whatever happened to him was bad enough to make him immobile. Which also means he was probably hurt in a fatal way."
"Zen the doctors will definitely know something is different about him."
"That's why we're going to America!" the brit calmed down, "We have to get hime out of there."
France watched the man stare out the window. The facial expression said ticked, but his eyes screamed worried.
England just hoped they could get there in time.
Canada just stared in horror at the mutilated body that was his brother being carted away into the ambulance. He didn't have enough time to stand there. The ambulance had the name Barnes-Jewish Hospital printed on the doors.
He glanced one last time towards his brother before the doors closed and the car sped away.
Barnes-Jewish Hospital.
He turned around and started to walk back to his hotel. He had to get his car.
He had an airport to get to.
"Mr. Jones, sir. We are asking that you please eat something."
America felt bad about being so rude to his citizens, but what choice did he have. He couldn't trust them, completely. He could read them. They had put something in the food. And he knew that if he tried anything they would just sedate him again.
He just turned his head away from the nurse who was trying and failing to get the man to eat something. She felt terrible for him, and she could hear his stomach so she knew he must be starving.
"Please Sir, you aren't helping yourself by ignoring the food you need to eat."
He turned and stared at her.
"What did you put in it?"
"Sir?"
He turned his head to the celling. "I knew you put something in it and I'm not going to take the chance."
"Mr. Jones there is nothing in the food. You need to eat. I would leave it here so you could eat it yourself, but..." she trailed. Even now she could see the man struggling to get his arms out of the bonds that were holding him so tightly to the bed.
"I'm not going to eat the food, unless you'll take these IVs and breathing tubes out of me."
"Sir, those are in for your own protection."
America turned away again as she tried to get him to open his mouth. He could feel some of his strength coming back, but it wasn't enough to break the straps holding him down, and his wounds were still a long way from being healed.
He wanted to eat.
He wanted to eat so bad.
But he knew there was something in the food.
All he could do was bide his time.
Iggy. Mattie. Where are you?
The plane landed relatively faster than England would have thought. Looking out the window as they landed he could see Canada waiting for them. They got off the plane and into Canada's, or America's, car and they sped away.
"Where are we going mon cher?" France asked looking at his precious little Canada.
"To get America, he's at Barnes-Jewish Hospital."
"Canada, you saw him didn't you?" England piped up. "What happened?"
"Well," the young nation didn't want to saw anything, knowing it would only make him worry even more than he needed too.
"Canada. What happened?" His voice was more pleading this time.
"He," Canada stared at the road in front of him before continuing. "From what I saw, he had three really deep chest wounds, and..."
"And what Canada? What else?"
"His neck. He was cut at least two inches into the side of his neck. No doubt his artery was sliced open."
England just stared. America was in trouble, not only was he in a lot of pain probably, but he's going to have the whole hospital wondering how he was still alive. And with injuries like those, they were undoubtably going to take ages to heal.
" 'Ow far do you think the trip from the airport to the hospital is?"
"I'd be guessing around an hour and a half. Sorry it's so long."
"No, Matthew, it's fine. Just as long as we can get there before that bloody idiot does something stupid."
England's eyes made their way to the window and watched as the outside world flew by.
America? What happened to you? What's going to happen?
The nurse still wouldn't leave him alone. The food was long cold and gave America even more reason to refuse to eat it. Luckily he could feel himself gaining strength and he felt certain he could break out soon. Granted he might reopen his wounds, but he could go to Mattie or Iggy for help then.
"Ma'am?" he whispered. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was, his throat was parched.
"Sir?" she responded.
"I've been wondering how long I'll have to have these IVs and breathing tubes, and how long I'll have to be bound."
"Sir, I've already informed you that all this is for your own safety."
"I know, but I'm clearly breathing fine, and I know how to handle pain, and I won't run, and-"
"Mr. Jones, your outburst told us otherwise. You have severe wounds that should have killed you."
"But they didn't!" America felt his voice rising. Why couldn't they understand? Clearly he would be fine! Why couldn't they let him go? "They didn't kill me and they won't kill me. I can handle myself and I don't need to be here!"
His arms were tensing up and he began to break the leather binds.
"Please sir! Calm down! Do you want me to have to sedate you again?"
The nurse stood, but it was too late. Al had already broken the bonds on one of his arms and ripped out the IV and snagged the nose tubes. Giving himself a bloody nose as he ripped them out.
"Dr. Furman!" the nurse exclaimed running out of the room to fetch the doctor.
Alfred tore apart the straps binding his legs and tore free from any other tubes that were connected to his body. He grabbed his glasses, threw on a robe and began his great escape.
As he ran down the hall to escape he saw the nurse retuning with the doctor and a few other nurses. Now that he was free he had no problem outmaneuvering the group, and charging towards the exit. His hand slammed on the button that would open the door and found himself free of the ICU.
Just as he burst through the ICU, a group of people stepped out of the elevator. Al ran over and bowel into then knocking everyone back into the elevator. He would apologize, but first he had to close the elevator doors and make it down.
Dr. Furman's missed stoping the elevator by a mere inch. As the door sealed shut, America let out a breath. He turned to apologize to the group he had stopped from entering the ICU.
"Iggy?"
