Ludwig walked into the hospital room, a small smile on his face.
"Hey Al," He dropped his backpack in the usual place and took his seat in the chair, looking at his friend, "Sorry I'm late, the bus was off today..."
Alfred laid dead still, his chest rose and fell with each breath, his hair fell over his closed eyes, his lips were still. Ludwig brushed the hair into place, and gently stroked Alfred's cheek, smiling at him lovingly. Alfred's arms where stiff against his sides form when they made his bed, he gently moved them to a position on Alfred's stomach. He remembered once when they were kids that they had gone to watch clouds, Alfred fell asleep and his hands had been folded over his stomach.
"I got a new book for us to read," Ludwig removed it from his backpack, "It's a murder story, I think you'll like it." He opened the book, and started reading the first line aloud, "In this world, life comes and goes, from and to where is something only the unborn and the dead know. It was one of those times, when no one seemed to notice every so often when someone passed on. I noticed, the year was-" The reast of the book was long and full of goar, he hopped at least Alfred liked it.
He heard the sound of a door close, and Ludwig announcement, waiting patently for Ludwig to go through his routten. Push back his hair, gentle hands on his, then he started reading, his beautiful voice pronunciating each letter carefully. Alfred only wished that he could say something, but he couldn't move, he could hear, taste, feel, and smell perfectly well, but moving was impossible for him. Ludwig read aloud to him everyday, he stayed at the hospital from when he got there at four, to ten at night, just sitting with Alfred, hopping he wakes up. A dream that should have died long ago, but Ludwig was stubern, and refused to quit. Alfred would not complain though, his family had long sense stopped visiting him, Ludwig was the only one who came to see him anymore. A small part of him wanted things to stay the way they where forever, but he knew it wouldn't last, and he was glad for that, he didn't like the fact that he couldn't answer Ludwig's questions, or do anything to help him when he was upset.
Ludwig was used to hospitals, having spent a good portion of his life in them. When he was a young child, he had been vary weak, spending weeks and weeks in a hospital bed. Then when
his mother came down with sickness, he spent every day at her side until she passed away. After that he had to come with his brother after he got injured from pulling his crap, mostly breaking bones from it. He had seen enough people in the hospital to hate it more than most, he often thought that if he could be a doctor he could fix many of the problems in the world, and had thought that way sense he was a kid. After what happened to Alfred, he knew that he needed to be a doctor, he didn't care what he had to do, no matter how much blood there was, he needed to do something to help.
Alfred wished a lot of things, that he hadn't gotten on that swing, but there was one thing he wanted even more, something that would make it so if he died in the hospital bed,it would be alright. He simply wanted a kiss from Ludwig. If he got that then his life would be compleat. What were the odds of that happening though? If he didn't die from this, he wanted to see the ocean, watch the stars, learn to dance, and just see the world with the person he loved most... but that person might not love him, they might laugh at him, they might never want to see him again, but he wanted to tell them. Everything.
"Ludwig, are you still here?" a nurse asked the boy reading to her patent.
"Yeah, I lost track of time..." Ludwig looked at his friend again, wishing he could stay.
"Visiting hours just ended, you should go home." nurse Katyusha was a nice young woman, having taken care of Alfred for the past three years, she had gotten to like his visitor. He was a fine young man, and she often wondered if he really meant the they were only friends, however, she didn't want to try and call him out for it, if it was what she thought it was, she should't say anything.
"Can I say good bye?" Ludwig looked at the motionless figure in the bed.
"Of course." Katyusha left, knowing that Ludwig liked to say his farewell in privet, and after having watched him one day, she couldn't blame him.
Once she was gone, Ludwig leaned down and kissed Alfred's forehead, "Good night, mine lieb." Ludwig then left the room, not wanting to be latter than usual, but as always, he turned to look back one last time at Alfred. A single tear fell down his face, and he left.
Alfred had had a long time to learn German, he had slowly worked out every sentence Ludwig had told him in his native toungue, so he knew what Ludwig had said. He desperately wanted to say something back, but his lips wouldn't work. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed a single tear. There was nothing he could do, and he was getting sick of being useless, but he couldn't voice his annoyance, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he was trapped in a useless body, and there was nothing he could do about it.