Arthur didn't remember waking up. He didn't remember getting out of bed and somehow limping down the hall, he didn't remember getting down to a room. He didn't remember opening the door to the room and looking over this dead body. He had no idea what drew him here, he looked down at the corpse.
It was the dead that had not yet been wheeled down to the morgue. He didn't really recognize what he was doing before he collapsed at the side of the bed. His hands fell together like he was praying. He felt his lips slowly part and a language he didn't know flowed from them.
He had no idea who this sorry soul was. His chapped lips were parted where he knew breath no longer arrived and departed.
His hair was shaggy and blond. His eyes were closed, they held no secrets, they held no story, they just held ice. Arthur felt his body slowly draw to this ice cold corpse. He ran his fingers down the chest of the corpse, he ran his fingers down this cold man's arm.
"Advivo."
He felt the words coming from his lips. He felt a light surround him and suddenly a pair of vivid white wings burst through his hospital gown. They were untamable, they flexed out and touched monitors somehow going through them as if they were not to disturb the machines around the corpse.
Arthur felt his body relax backward, feeling the soul of the other body touching his own soul. He felt a smile rise in his lips,"Jolly good…" He whispered softly before he was greeted by a ragged breath and a hysterical Canadian.
His eyes widened and he leant forward to try and grab the scruff of Arthur's shirt. "Who are you? Where am I?" he asked frightened. His eyes scanned the room and looked at the wings that Arthur somehow possessed. "You are an angel!"
"No. I brought you back...but I cannot explain how I have done so…" He looked at his hands confused and dazed all of a sudden.
"Slowly," Arthur whispered as the Canadian began to sit up.
Arthur then felt himself begin to fade. His body slowly became rigid and unmoving. Before he knew it he was fading into mist.
When Matthew first woke he was cold. Very cold, he also noticed that he was not alone. He heard men discussing something. He slowly began to sit up, shivering.
"H-Hi," he murmured softly hoping not to cause too much of a ruckus.
One of the men turned and looked at him. He then let out a scream before he fell on the floor passing out. "Weren't you the fellow that had been pronounced dead…?" the an trailed off looking at them.
"I...I don't know I just… woke up…?" His eyes scanned his fingers and his body. He felt his toes wiggle and he smiled. "I am alive, aren't I?" He gasped and he smiled. "I am alive!" He gasped softly and smiled widely.
Matthew couldn't remember the last time life felt so fluid he hoped this wasn't a dream. He wiggled his toes softly and smiled,"Can I go for a walk?" He asked mildly. His eyes sparkled like they never had before.
Alfred rushed back into the hospital, something bad had happened he just knew it.
Gilbert had called him, his voice was gravel and it was broken glass. Every word he had said bled into Alfred's mind.
"I watched Matthew die…"
He had rushed into ward where they kept Matthew with the tears already flowing down his cheeks. How could this have happened. His brother was stable just days ago! Minutes ago!
His eyes scanned the area looking for a sign that something was alright. He felt his breath turned ragged as his feelings. Every nerve on his body simulated pain, his heart beat in his chest awkwardly seeming to bang on his ribcage and his lungs.
He felt like his world was going through loops. This could not be happening to him, he could not accept this. He felt his eyes tear up once again as he slowed as he walked to the room. He saw the door wide open. He did not want to go in, he wanted to be away from here.
He felt his feet betray his mind, they slowly walked one in front of the other.
"Alive! I am alive!" He felt his heart almost stop. What was this? Was he mad?
He ran into the room to see a person looking back at him. "Alfred!" He cried.
"Mattie! Oh my god! What happened?" He ran to his brother almost tackling him in the bed. He slowly felt his fingers shake as he rubbed his frail brothers back. He could feel each of the knots in the others spine. He felt a sob rise in his throat.
"I thought you were dead. Oh, little brother I will never let you alone again…"
Matthew seemed to be happy hugging his brother.
Alfred's head finally stopped spinning in circles. He felt his body feel like it was beginning to rest. He slowly felt his eyes close and his body drift to tranquility. Oh he hoped that this was not a dream.
"Alfred! An angel was sent to me! A beautiful angel brought me back to life! He cured me! He saved me! I saw an angel," Matthew went on and on to tell the peaceful man of this blond angel man who had revived him. How his wings stretched out.
Alfred felt the soft trickle of tears gently began to fade away. If this was a dream it was a pretty good one, he just wanted to stay there hugging his brother."Where is Gil?" He heard the Canadian whisper softly.
"How long have I been asleep?" He asked the bigger of the brothers. "Shhh." Alfred whispered the sound and stroked the other's hair. "We'll figure all of that out sooner or later. I missed you Mattie…"
"I missed you too Alfred."
Ha you guys didn't think I would reveal Arthur and bring back Mattie all in one did ya. Sure the chapters are short for this story, but hey there is more drama coming up in my next update. I am currently taking a short writing break from Amelia. I wanna work on my commonly shipped stories because I have been neglecting them for so long. SO expect an update sooner or later.
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Love you all,
-J
