Beep...Beep...Beep...
Alfred winces as he tries to move, the smell of bleach begins to make him sick. Shifting a bit, he winces as his head begins to pound. Smooth, warm hands touch him as they help him up as the bed shifts. A voice hums sweetly, as the smell of dogwood and milk near him as Alfred listens to the song the person was humming.
How long have I been down?" Alfred whisper as his throat creak. He coughs heavily in his hand as he felt a cup near his face. Letting his hand down, he opens his dry mouth as water is pour in. "Thanks.
No problem pa," the voice whispers as a hand touches his cheek softly. "You been down for three days now. Everyone is sleeping in the guest waiting rooms. They're all sleeping in till the kitchen opens up."
Thanks, Ginny," Alfred opens his crusty eyes to light some light into notice it got darker than normal. "Oh, how I wish to see your smile again."
Ginny tsk as she pushes her blonde hair behind her ear. She wipes the blood tears away from her father's eyes as she kiss his forehead.
"Daddy, don't worry. My smile is just as big and happy when I first shot my gun. I'm goin' to get ma."
Alfred listens as she gets up and walks out of the room. Her footsteps begin to fade as Alfred listens to people talking and walking around outside. Smiling, he hears flop-flips running up the halls as his door was thrown open. He opens his arms as a person strides in.
"Gone for a day, and you mister." Amelia taps him on his nose as she sits by his side. Her southern accent becomes thicker as she hugs him tightly around his chest. "get sick. Should have left your butt years ago."/
"You know you love me too," Alfred holds his hand out as a small, soft hand is placed into. A small peck was placed on his chin as Amelia cuddles him. "Or else you would have kicked my butt to China."
"If y'all are so impatient to see your father, then come in and gave your pa a hug," Amelia calls out as she leaves Alfred's side.
Alfred laughs as lots of footsteps each into his room. Everyone in the room begins to talk. He could hear some curses and punching. The smell of bitterroot and mountains was near him as he touches the smooth hair.
"Hannah, can you ask Amelia to break up the Carolina and Virginia twins? I think Tommy just punch Jennifer," Alfred cringe as the sound of wood was heard throughout the room.
"Don't need to ask me twice!" Amelia stomps over to the twins as she grabs the girl twins./
"Tommy stared it," the one in her right huffs as her bushy eyebrows scrunch up in a ball. Her long, wavy hair shifts as she tries to get to the boy sticking his tongue out at her. Her green eyes flash angrily as she hisses.
"No you started it, Jenny!" Tommy puffs as his brunette hair fall over his ocean blue eyes.
"All of you are old enough to know that behavior will not work on your father and me." Amelia hisses as she puts the girls down.
The girls look at each before glancing at the boys. They nod as they outstretch their hands to the Virginia twins."Truce?"
"Truce."
Alfred smiles as Amelia sighs loudly as she drags her feet to his bed. She crawls into the small bed as he pulls her close.
"For once the Carolina Twins and Viriangina Twins are at a truce. It's a miracle," A voice booms as some of the children laugh. A boy with dark brown hair flashes his green eyes towards his younger sibling next to him. "What do you, Anastasia?"
"Glad, you ask Lee! a girl with long, silver hair and violet eyes f=glance at the boy. She then looks at her other siblings seriously. "I believe they are planning something...such as a..."
"German Sparkle Party!" Two girls yell as they toss sparkles around the room. It made everyone laugh when the song begins to play. Amelia sighs as a disco ball appears out of nowhere.
"One of these days, those two girls are going to crash the Global Meeting just to fo that to Germany," Amelia rubs her forehead as Alfred nuzzles her hair.
"Who did it?"
"Would you believe Georgie and Sally?"
"Georgia and Wisscsin?"
"Yep."
"Wow," Alfred listens to all the laughter and chatter. "Wish I could have seen it. What does everyone look like now?"
"You ask me that last week."
"Humor me," Alfred grins as Amelia giggles.
"I'll explain only a few changes although not much has changed for over a week," Amelia laughs. "Blake dyed his hair to dirty blonde instead of brown."
"Tommy?"
"Same except I think he's starting to have curly hair."
"Ginny?"
"She cut her hair short to her chin instead of her long hair."
"One last question, what happen the past three days I been out?"
Amelia froze at his last question. Pushing herself up and out of Alfred's arms, she looks at the children and nod.
"Bye Dad."
"Bye Pa."
"Tshüs vati."
Alfred listens as all of his children said goodbye, then there was silence. The atmosphere was thick with nervousness. He freezes as two sets of clicks from military boots echo near his door before entering.
"It's good to hear you are finally up, little brother," Rosia leans against the doorway as Amelia stands next to her.
A figure walks quickly to his bed as they stood over him. Alfred winced as someone smacks him on the back of his head.
"Alfred, you know better than to push yourself." The person crosses as arms. "It's not awesome!"
"Come on Gilbert Did you need to smack my wound?" Alfred rubs the back of his head. Gilbert's hand lands softly on his shoulder. "For a moment, I thought you were Matthew."
Rosia and Amelia winced as Gilbert's hand becomes cold. Amelia walks over quickly to him as she hides in his chest. Alfred lifts her head and traces her jaw line and notices her wince as he puts pressure near her right side near the chin. He freezes as she nuzzles his hand.
"Let's just say Matthew and her got into a fight. SO now he knows three out of four secrets," Rosia hisses as she sits at the foot of the bed and rubs Amelia's back.
"But calling her a bitch and telling her she should be dead is too much," a bass voice mutters as boots clicks inside the room. Alfred smiles as the smell bluebonnets and chili came near him. He grins as a kiss was placed on his cheek.
"Hello, Blake," Alfred frowns. "Mattie called Amelia, my wife, a bitch and hit her?"
"Yep."
"That is not acceptable!" Alfred yells as he tries to get out of bed. He pulls out tubes and needles as alarms ring out. Doctors came running into the room with nurses. "Let me go!"
Alfred tries to fight everyone off the best without his sight. He growls and tosses some at walls and the doors. He roars as he breaks free and races towards what he believe was the door. He winces as he smacks into the wall.
"Please forgive me for this," Amelia whisper as she grabs a syringe. Stabbing it into his back, she watches as Alfred becomes stiff than relax. He turns his head slowly when he just stops moving. His breathing came in slow and deep as snores came from his mouth. "There."
"Gilbert help me with him." Blake takes Alfred's arms as Gilbert takes his legs.
Amelia watches as they carry him to the bed as some doctors quickly put his tubes back in. She looks at Rosia when she rubs her back.
"Let's let him rest," Rosia guides her out of the room as Amelia cries softly. "It's not your fault. He just wants to protect you."
Would you believe I wrote this story two years ago when I was in Germany? Well, I did. I found the draft yesterday in my closet, so enjoy!