4

"Why are we in a rush all of a sudden?"

"I wanna see your house!" Alfred replied excitedly.

"It's nothing special! Everything's still boxed up," Arthur said. "Oh don't forget, i'm driving!"

"Oh poo!" Alfred pouted as he sat down in the driver's seat.

"Move over, go on! Move over!"

"Nehhhhh…!" Alfred whined climbing over to the passenger's seat.

"That's right, keep going!" Arthur grasped the wheel. "That's it, get!"

Alfred shouted, "I'm not a sheep!"

The doctor rolled his eyes and drove.

"So doc, what do ya like to do besides doctor stuff?"

"I actually like embroidering…"

"Wow. I would've never guessed," Alfred said. He was getting sleepy. Car rides always put him to sleep when wasn't not driving… plus he stayed up all night last night cleaning up any evidence of the murder.

"Well if I never became a doctor, I'd do that for a living." Arthur continued.

"Mhm..."

"Hey you asked you can at least sound interested!" The blonde snapped. He looked next to him "Oh…" He was dozing off, head bobbing a bit before falling in the crack between the car window and doorjamb.

"Alfred, did you get a decent amount of sleep last night? You look exhausted all of a sudden."

"Ah, yeah... I'mmok..."

Arthur sighed, "Did you sleep at all? You're obviously crashing."

"Keep your eyes on the road.." the American mumbled.

Arthur parked the car in the driveway and got out, circled the car, and went to open his. Alfred slumped over, held in only by the seatbelt.

"You're just a load of trouble," Arthur chastised. That's what you are. Who exactly are you, Alfred Jones?" Arthur didn't expect an answer back. "You… you're a person that can't be described with words." He pushed Alfred lightly against the seat so he wasn't in such an awkward position. "I'll be right back with a aid kit"

Alfred let out a soft noise in his sleep as a reply.

The doctor emerged from the house soon after, carrying the promised first aid kit. "git... give me your hand..."

Alfred snored.

"I have to do bloody everything with you..." Arthur picked up the limb and began removing shards of glass with a pair of tweezers.

"It looks like you punched something moron."

Alfred's hand fidgeted. "S-stop…"

"I'm not going to bloody stop, there's glass in your skin!"

"Stop..." Alfred said.

"How many bleeding scars can one person have?" Arthur muttered, pulling out another shard.

"Nn..."

"I-It hurts...I'm sorry" Alfred whimpered "I'll be good I promise.."

Arthur looked up at him confused. He wasn't awake...was he dreaming?

"Hey wake up..." Arthur lightly shook him on the shoulder.

"I-i s-said I would, believe me...!"

Arthur's eyes widened a bit at the vulnerable tone. "Mr. Jones. Jones? I'm not going t-"

Alfred's bleeding hand gripped the doctor's tight. Arthur dropped the tweezers.

"A-Alfred...?"

He squeezed harder, Arthur flinched. "You're hurting me! Let go!" Arthur shouted. It felt like his wrist was about to break. He thought, "With Alfred's strength… I'm sure he could do it with little effort."

"Everything you've done to me...aren't you happy enough?" Alfred shouted. His eyes were now open but they were cloudy and dark compared to the lively sky blue eyes he usually had.

"I-i... I haven't done any-"

"You bastard!" Alfred shouted, twisting Arthur's wrist slightly, making the other cry out in pain. "You fucking bastard!"

Small tears trailed down Arthur's face, "A-Alfred, stop..!"

"I don't have to listen to you anymore!"

"P-please stop..." Arthur cried

Everything hurt! Everything burned! Alfred was trapped his nightmares. "GO AWAY!" He screamed. He felt rage build up in his stomach, re-experiencing Hell. He twisted the wrist of his abusive father, that one time he stood up to him… but this time, his father begged.

"..." He never begged. He blinked a few times.

"A-Arthur?"

Arthur sniveled, tears running down his face, "I-I'm sorry Alfred, l-let go!"

Alfred released the wrist as if he had been burned by it. "Artie... Artie I-"

"Don't touch me!" Arthur pulled away, clutching his wrist, voice shaking. His eyes were full of tears. "Don't TOUCH me!"

Alfred stared at the man, then looked down at his own hand, full of glass.

"I-I didn't mean it!" Alfred panicked "I thought you were-!" He couldn't bear to look at Arthur's face anymore, and got out of the car as fast as he could. "I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry…!" he said, stepping backwards. When Arthur glanced away, looking down at the pavement, Alfred bolted down the street.