Gilbert woke up from having too little air to breathe in. There was just something that stopped him from doing so, and it jolted him awake, though his head hurt like fuck.

Gilbert opened his eyes to pure darkness. It scared him a bit, now that he wasn't even able to see his hands in front of him.

He mumbled something in between his heavy breathing as he sat up, finding it easier to breathe then. There was dust all over him, in his face, everywhere. And it made him suddenly sneeze, the ringing through the space available from the sound also told him he where pretty much trapped in a lucky part of the mine, one that was most likely not too big either, and sealed shut.

Though it was weird there was still air left to breathe in... Most cases of collapses would trap all the air and a human would run short in seconds, but there was some coming from somewhere... Most likely in front of him, as he remembered Ivan who was running forward to the end as something caused him to fall, and loose Gilbert.. Who also didn't really remember too much of what happened after that.

And when he started thinking about Ivan, his heartbeat rose quickly. He looked around for some kind of bag or clothing, mostly guiding himself on the floor with his hands. He found a lantern, the one Ivan had been carrying, and to his joy, it wasn't broken. He continued to look for Ivan or his bag, to find matches so he could lit it.

He reached the wall after a while, and felt up, trying to stand. His leg had been slightly injured, he just noticed, as it gave it. He felt on his wound, poking a finger inside it to see how deep it was.

He hissed in pain, and took a mental note.

About 2 milimeters. Not too big, and not too small, just fucking deep. It was most likely from a rock or something, he also felt like his leg had been crushed a bit. Still, he could stand up, enough to stretch out his arms, something he needed.

He then carefully went back to the floor, working his way over to the other side. And just by a corner, he felt something soft against his fingers tips, and as he continued to explore whatever it was, he figured it was Ivan's bag.

He searched around it, throwing things aside, until he finally found the matches.

He felt around it with his finger, and finally cast some light on the whole mine. The flame was big and kept itself alive, a clear sign that there was indeed a source of air coming from somewhere.

In a little while, he had lit the lantern and adjusted it so he could see more of the whole thing.

There was lots of blood on the floor.

This fact alone made Gilbert search all over his body for more wounds, but found none more than the one on his leg.

The blood was most likely from Ivan. Or something else, like an animal or something...

He didn't even manage to ask himself more questions, before he noticed Ivan lying limp on the floor, in a very uncomfortable position, not moving.

There was dust all over him, and much rocks. It was hard to see him properly, but Gilbert moved over to him, and shock him slightly.

"Ivan! Oi. Ivan!"

There was no answer. And of course it wasn't.

Gilbert lifted his now wet hand from the ribs where he had touched him, and stared at the brown/red blood that had just stained it. He then took the same hand, and ripped open the shirt he was wearing, to see the wound.

It was small, and none of his ribs seemed broken. But it bleed like fuck.

Also, when he moved the Russian to his back, he held the light over him, so he could scan his wounds.

There was two at his head, one on his forehead and one at the back of his ear. The one in the forehead looked like it was the worst, due to being covered in dirt. The one by his ear was dusted down, enough for it to even stop bleeding.

Else from that, Ivan's head was fine. His arm on the right side, however, was cut open.

Gilbert wanted to slap himself. He who thought Ivan lost him, no. He threw Gilbert away, so he wouldn't get hurt by rain of falling rocks and dirt. It looked like it was what happened, since Gilbert laid bout one meter away from him.

There was no way Gilbert was able to fly that far after Ivan must have fallen.

Said Gilbert started to panic as he checked the Russian's heart-rate. He reached for the bag, and searched around for the bandage he felt in it earlier. When he found it, he found a whole first aid kit, just perfect for now.

But he wasn't able to do anything, before Ivan grabbed his hand, awake at last. He had a drowsy look on his face, as if he was sleepy...

"Thank.. God you're alive..."

He muttered slowly and hoarsely.

Gilbert's eyes started to water. He felt a bit claustrophobic now...

"Sssh... Keep it down..."

He smiled and stoked his cheek, trying to be the best comfort he could. But with a blood painted face, he wasn't really too comforting, more frightening.

"You're not hurt...?"

Gilbert nodded.

"Just my leg, but I can stand."

"Good." He sighed, and tried to lift his head. He gave up just seconds later, as it fell back into the pool of blood he was lying in. The blonde hair of his was already red enough, and it looked like this hurt him more than it usually would.

Gilbert lifted up his head, hearing as blood dripped from it. Ivan winched in pain, his teeth clenching together and making him look severely pissed off. But it was all pain, Gilbert didn't realize before he dropped the Russian's head out of fear he did something wrong, watching how tears filled the Russian's eyes, and how he started to sob, moving his arms to dry them away, but instead he hissed because of more pain.

Gilbert stared at him, silent all the time.

He just didn't know what to do, what to say. The only thing on his mind now, was that he destroyed many men workplace. He caused the whole mine to collapse over himself and Ivan, and most likely, he killed off Alfred and Matthew as well. He gave Ivan this pain, all those wounds... He was the fucking idiot to yell at him just because he was helping him... And now he asked him if he wasn't hurt. And he was fucking happy Gilbert was alive...

How the fuck could he! This was all that replayed in Gilbert's mind, as tears finally gave in, as he realized what he had done.

This was far worse than anything he could have done at home. Or any place generally, at all.

He leaned down and put his arms around him, not crying, just shaking. The tears came once, and not anymore.

Why, Gilbert didn't know. All he knew was that his heart sunk into his stomach.

But it quickly got up again, as he felt Ivan stroke his hair, apparently somehow managed to get over his own pain for a quick minute, to do so.

"It's okay. It has happened before... If there's a room in the mine like this, it means that it can be rebuild as it was."

Gilbert looked to him, eyes wide.

"We did it after the mine collapsed when we lost the two men.. Remember I told you about it?"

He nodded, eyes turning more watery.

"I... I killed Alfred and Mattie, right?"

Ivan smiled and shock his head.

"They where right at the entrance. You could maybe just have startled them with a cloud of dust coming their way, but nothing serious..."

Gilbert snapped at him.

"This is serious! We're trapped down in a fucking coal mine! I could have killed us!"

Ivan slapped him across the face, still smiling, however.

"Shut the fuck up, or I have to gag you."

Gilbert was just about to comment that, when he heard a low rumbling, and saw how some rocks from the large heap right behind them move, rumbling down towards them. He nodded, looking away.

Ivan then took his hand back, sighing heavily.

Gilbert stared at his hurting leg for a moment, then to Ivan.

"Gilbert... Could you please help me take care of my wounds...? We need to dog for water..."

Said Gilbert nodded, and went into the first aid kit, also took up the water bottle and wet a handkerchief with it, starting to help the Russian. It didn't take long before he was sitting, holding his arm as he sighed heavily.

Gilbert then gave the kit to Ivan, and pointed silently at his own leg.

Ivan nodded, and started to work on it. He was more careful than Gilbert was with him, though.

Gilbert stretched his legs a bit as he sighed rather heavily, trying to not stare too much at the Russian sitting beside him.

The fact he had survived was amazing enough. He could had bleed to death, for fucks sake.

Ivan however, he got up and moved to a place where there wasn't any blood, taking the bag with him, before taking his coat of him, and lying it on the ground. He then laid down, most likely to rest.

"Come and rest. It's better now, yes?"

Ivan patted at a slight free space.

Gilbert scowled a bit, but took up the lantern and headed over, lying down beside the Russian on the slightly softer ground. He turned his back to him, and adjusted the light so it wouldn't blind them, in case they would wake up.

Ivan on the other hand, he simply leaned over Gilbert, causing the man to almost panic and shut the lantern off completely. He gained a push, and was kind of thrown back in his place.

"Keep to your side, fucking idiot!"

"Da, da. Quit being so grumpy."

Gilbert bit his lip, and started to get comfy now. Though he was pretty cold.

Ivan noticed, seeing how he was shaking, and shared one end of the scarf with him, wrapping it around his neck.

Gilbert hit his arm away, but gladly accepted the kind gesture. He nuzzled his face into it, trying to warm his cold nose. It always bothered him when his nose was cold, for some reason. Therefore he started to miss the bed at home...

...

Ivan stayed awake longer than Gilbert was able to. It was not because he was tired, it was because he was bored. And boredom, plus a hurt leg and less space to move on, it just made Gilbert want to sleep out until someone or Ivan had dug them both out. He knew he had to help a bit, but... Right now it didn't matter.

For Ivan, though, he listened to drops of water, hitting the ground somewhere. He gained a hopeful smile for this fact.

At least now they both had a little chance of survival.