A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry for such a long wait! School's a real bitch, y'know? Anyways, thanks for stickin' with me for so long! This story won't stay sad, I promise! :3
Antonio's eyes fluttered open, and he looked around the room he was currently in. A sense of panic rose in him as he realized it was not the familiar bedroom he was so used to waking up in, and he shot up, looking around him frantically. Why was everything so white? The walls, the floor, the ceiling, the sheets, even the chair beside his bed, which appeared to be vacated by someone.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Toni!" A raspy voice exclaimed.
Antonio looked to the chair again, to see his albino friend sprawled out in the seat.
"Gilbert? What's going on? What the hell is going on?!" He shouted, staring at his friend, eyes wide.
Gilbert raised two hands in surrender. "I'll tell you, but you gotta chill out first."
Antonio took a deep breath. "Alright, alright, there. I'm fine. Now tell me!"
Gilbert looked away, biting his lip. "Well, we got the call from Feliciano, so I'm just telling you what he told me…" He looked up to see Antonio's eager eyes on him, and sighed. "You and Lovino jumped off a bridge…a-and you both got hurt pretty bad…really bad, actually. The doctor said something about how you were less hurt…I think 'cause of the angle you landed. But, Lovino—"
"Where's Lovino?! Is he okay?!" Antonio shrieked, his voice cracking. Memories began flooding back to him. The bridge, the confessions, the kiss…and then plunging into the water after Lovino. The way his skin was so pale, how he wasn't breathing…
"Antonio, stop!" Gilbert shouted, staring his friend in the eye. Antonio began to tremble.
"I-I need to see him, Gilbert…I need to know he's okay." He whispered, his voice barely audible. Tears formed in his eyes.
Gilbert watched him, and closed his eyes. "Antonio…he died on impact." He mumbled, and wiped his eyes quickly.
Antonio froze. "N-no! Gilbert, stop lying t-to me! I-It's not true! Please, t-tell me it's not true!" He stared at his friend helplessly, but a small shake of Gilbert's head crushed all of his hopes, and broke his heart.
"NO!" He screamed, burying his face in his hands as hot tears streamed down his cheeks. His shoulders shook as he let out loud, heart-wrenching sobs, gasping for breaths. Gilbert watched his friend, and stood up, enveloping him in a hug. Antonio didn't care though. He was numb, unable to feel anything. Lovino, his precious little Italian, everything he lived for, was gone. Just like that. "L-Lovi…!" He choked out between cries. He closed his eyes, laying back on the bed, and curled up into the fetal position. Gilbert continued to stroke Antonio's hair soothingly, until his sobs had quieted to whimpers, and he fell into a deep sleep.