Spain held his head in his hands. 'What was he going to do if Romano died..?' He shook that thought away. 'No, he's going to be fine…'
He looked up to where Romano was lying. He watched as Romano took breaths, he could tell it was hard for him to breath. The way he wheezed and shakily took his breaths made Spain want to cry. He felt like it was his fault. If he never would've let Romano drive alone that day, this never would've happened. He started crying.
"Lovi… please don't leave me like this..." he knew Romano couldn't hear him, yet he continued to talk. " I promise if you just open your eyes… I will try to be better… I promise... I will get better…" he squeezed his hand. "Please… Lovi…" Spain didn't want to lose the only thing that mattered to him. The doctor walked in.
"You should go home and get some rest..." The doctor looked at Spain. Spain wiped tears away and replied "I... can't..."
"You've been here for 3 whole days now... you really should get home and get some rest…" The doctor said looking Spain in the eyes.
"Oh...ok..." Spain didn't realize how long it had been. He got up and walked out. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed France's number, after pressing call he put it to his ear. After a couple of rings he answered.
"Antonio?" France said answering the phone.
"Hey… Francis… could you give me a ride from the hospital?" Spain asked between sobs.
"Of course! Do you need me to come get you right now?" France asked.
"As soon as possible..." Spain mumbled
"Okay," and with that France hung up. Spain shut his phone and stuck it back in his pocket.
Spain waited for about fifteen minutes before France got there. He climbed into the car.
"Gracias" Spain muttered.
"Anytime" France said turning back on to the main road. They drove in silence until they finally got to Spain's house. Spain unbuckled his seatbelt. "Look, Antonio," France said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you… you know… ok?" France asked. He heard Spain sigh. "I don't know anymore Francis..." Spain said getting out of the car and shutting the door. Before anymore could be said he ran into the house...
Spain ran into a cold empty house. He almost expected to see Romano come grumpily down the stairs to tell Spain that he had woke him up, Spain would giggle and apologize, but there was no Romano. There was only darkness... He switched on the light. He walked over to the couch, on his way he almost tripped over Romano's laundry. He sat on the couch and started crying again. He laid on the couch and cried himself to sleep. 'Roma…'
