Chapter 2: Lifeless
For a few minutes, Gilbert was freezing cold, his skin turning paler. A nurse walked in, and took the blanket off of him. Gilbert got under the covers, and sat up. He was still shivering and shaking, but he ignored it. Gilbert saw something sticking out from under his bed, and he lifted part of his blanket to see his old teddy bear. He had been looking for that toy for a very long time. He picked it up, and put it on his bed. Gilbert smiled at the toy; memories of his old life before he was in the hospital went through his mind. He remembered one time when he accidentally left it at his uncle's house, or the time when he nearly left it on an airplane. He heard the door creak open, and he saw a young boy walk in. He had bruises on his face and arms, and his head was wrapped in bandages. He looked scared and frightened, like he saw something horrifying. "C-Can I stay in h-here?" The boy asked. Gilbert nodded his head yes, and the little boy sat down in a chair next to him. "So, what's your name" Gilbert asked. "My n-name is Matthew Williams. My brother Alfred and I have b-been in the hospital for 5 days... we w-were in a car accident. Our parents died, and Alfred is still in Intensive-Care." He said. "You... sound like you're lonely." Gilbert said as he gave his bear to Matthew. "You can keep it." Matthew smiled after Gilbert told him that. "Th-Thank you so much! I name this bear... Kumajiro!" The boy left with a smile on his face, and the older boy smiled as well. Gilbert made someone else happy, and he too was happy.
He got his crutches, carefully got up, and walked out the door and walked through the halls of the hospital. Gilbert remembered when the hospital was a nice place, and then over the years the joy and happiness went away. Gilbert noticed a boy in one room, and he looked very sick. He was coughing, and barely even moving. A nurse was checking on him and putting a cold towel on his head. "Mr. Kirkland, are you sure you don't need anything else?" She asked him. "That's Arthur Kirkland to you... and no, I don't need anything." He replied. The nurse left the room, and went right past Gilbert. It was night-time already, and most of the doctors and nurses were going home. Most patients aren't able to leave their rooms, but Gilbert was allowed to leave his room. He walked through the now dark corridors of the hospital, and went to the front desk. No one was there, so he looked through files. He found a file with information of the patients on this floor, and he took it back to his room. After sitting down, Gilbert opened the file, and looked for his paper. But, he decided to read a few other papers on other patients. He first read an interesting one-
Name: Bonnefoy, Francis
Age: 20
Date-of-Birth: February 7th
Cause of Hospitalization: Former owner of 5-star restaurant; brain damage in car accident. Can go berserk at any time, and arms and legs must be tied down with restraints. Although, he seems to calm down on Valentines Day.
"Such a weirdo" Gilbert said to himself. He then found another paper. This one... was about Matthew's brother-
Name: Jones, Alfred
Age: 18
Date-of-Birth: July 4th
Cause of Hospitalization: In a car accident with his family. Parents are now deceased, and his brother is alive. Alfred is still in I.C.U. with major injuries; broken arm, cuts and bruises on right leg, had to get 87 stitches on his back, and one broken finger.
"Poor boy" Gilbert said to himself. He finally found his paper, and he was surprised by what he read.
Name: Beilschmidt, Gilbert
Age: 18
Date-of-birth: December 2nd
Cause of Hospitalization: Spine was damaged while climbing a tree. He's not able to use his right leg often, and he attempts to walk without his crutches. But it sometimes leads to failure. Gilbert has had problems with the hospital staff, and will not stop with these actions. Still awaiting surgical operation authorization from Dr. Right.
Gilbert crumbled the paper in his hands, and threw it on the floor. "So... it was him who ruined my life? All these years, and I could've gotten my leg fixed?!" Gilbert's mind went crazy with anger and rage. He got up without his crutches, and limped outside his room. He walked to the doors of the front of the hospital, and limped outside to the front. It was raining, and the rain against Gilbert's skin felt nice. He limped to the sidewalk, and kept walking on the sidewalk. He wanted to kill the doctor who didn't fix his leg; he wanted to see him die. Gilbert yelled and cursed into the cold night air, crying and yelling until he couldn't breathe anymore. He limped into the street, luckily dodging all the cars. Gilbert saw bright lights to his right, and everything went black. He opened his eyes only a bit, and he was looking up at the dark and cloudy sky. Gilbert was on his back on the ground... and his entire body was overtaken with horrible pain... dreadful, unbearable, excruciating, agonizing pain.
He coughed up blood, and his heartbeat could be heard in his ears. People surrounded Gilbert, and he saw that someone was calling 911. He knew he would be in trouble when he woke up back in the hospital; he even knew he wouldn't be able to leave his room anymore. Gilbert would be isolated from the world.
