A/N: I'm on an OTGW kick today so I am going to write this and hopefully update the rest of my OTGW stories just for the fun of it XD

Warning: BEATRICExWIRT! Infinite Eye rolls is in this :D

P.S: Please read 'Goodnight Beatrice' if you haven't.

The gentle beating of a heart always put Gregory's mind at ease for some reason. This moment in the hospital was no different, as he curled closer to his older brother's chest, his actions must like that of a newborn kitten as his ear searched around for the calming noise.

Bump, thump, thump.

There was that sound, ringing lowly in the teen's frail chest and unknowingly lulling the smaller boy to a deeper sleep. This would not last for long, as Gregory was soon jolted out of his peaceful sleep by a frantic hand being placed on his back. His eyes cracked open and a soft groan left his lips as he rolled over off of his comfy zone and squinted against the lights to see who had awoken him. A young girl with short black hair that ended in puffy spots around her ears with wide and frightened eyes looked down at him. Her shaking hands were dark, and yet her face was caked with white make-up with smudged up black makeup around her eyes and mouth, looking as if it had just been half-hazard wiped away. It took Greg a moment to put a name to this new face, but he smiled warmly when he finally did.

"You must be Wirt's Sara. I'm Gregory." He yawned, sitting up and extending his hand in a good hearted way, just like his dad had taught him when meeting new people. "And this lump over here is Wirt."

"Greg, how is he?" Sara gasped out suddenly, her voice shaking just as much as her hands as she reached out to touch Wirt's face, only to be stopped by Gregory's small hand.

"The ghost lady said that Wirt was sleeping for a long while," Greg tried to explain, stretching out his tiny limbs a little bit before patting his brother's chest. "And I already tried that, but poking him just won't do it."

Sara switched her attention from Wirt to the little boy beside him and she offered him a very weak smile though she was still very worried about her friend. Sighing softly, she scanned the beside for a nearby chair and quickly sat in the first one she spotted. Greg took this as an invite to crawl over from Wirt's chest, over to Sara's lap. The older girl didn't mind and once Greg was comfy, he looked up at her and began to study her face a little more.

"Wirts right. You are really pretty." He smiled brightly and pointed a thumb at his older brother. "Wirt has a real good eye for pretty stuff. Even our friend Beatrice!"

"T-that's nice, Greg." Sara sighed with a soft smile, gently petting the boy's head in an attempt to calm herself down. "How are you feeling, by the way?"

"Okay, I guess. Its not much fun without my best big brother buddy to talk to, but I'm good." He smiled a toothy grin, reaching up his own hand to pat Sara's hair. "But now I've got you to talk to, so I guess that makes things up a little."

He smiled even bigger than before, and was about to open up his mouth to speak again when his tummy suddenly cut him off by rumbling loudly. Gasping softly, he placed his hands over his tummy and waited to hear the sound again before finally determining that he was in fact very hungry. Sara seemed to notice this as well, as she offered the boy a kind smile.

"Come on, Greg." She said suddenly as she wrapped her arms around the boy's waist and slowly stood up. "Theres a cafeteria just down the hall. Lets see if we can find you something to eat."

"Oh boy! I hope they have potatoes, and apple juice, and molasses, and some flies, but not for me. They're for my frog, and apples, and- " The boy kept his list going even as Sara opened the door and exited the room, leaving Wirt in his bed alone.

Around the hospital bed, a gentle breeze blew about it, causing its inhabitant to curl up closer inside of himself to keep warm, but the closer he curled, the colder the air blew. Shivering way down to his bones, the young male's chocolate brown eyes began to crack open, tiredly searching for the source of the breeze. His eyes soon stopped at a nearby open window, which he was almost certain had been closed earlier. Frowning, his eyes squinted a little, as if searching for the one who had opened the window. He was taken by surprise however, when his eyes landed upon her.

She was a slim built young woman, with her red hair done back in an abstract hair bun and a simple blue dress kept the rest of her lily white body covered. She stood on the window sill, mindless to the cold air that was brushing along the bottom hem of her skirt as her dark eyes laid down upon the figure in the bed. Jumping quickly from the window, she rushed to the male and threw herself upon his frame in a rather dramatic fashion.

"W-Wirt!?" She cried, nuzzling her soft hair into his neck as she clung to him. "Oh my gosh, I heard you were in the hospital a-and I didn't think it was that bad but-"

"B-Beatrice!? Wirt coughed in surprise, attempting to wriggle his body out of her tight grip. "W-what are you d-doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing, idiot!" She suddenly pushed off of him and lightly slapped his shoulder. "What did you do to end up like this!? What happened after you left the Unknown?"

"W-we were... In the water, and everything went dark after that..." Wirt muttered as he attempted to call back the bitter memory. "That still doesn't explain why you're here, though."

"Why wouldn't I be here?" She pouted out her cheeks, poking the other's chest idly.

"S-shouldn't you be back in the Unknown?" The look that suddenly fell over the young girl's face made Wirt's heart sink into his stomach.

"Wirt... Where do you think you are?"