Francis and Antonio were about to put their plan into action when they made a startling discovery.
A shoot-out.
Gilbert, along with a few others, was on stand-by for when someone got hurt. This wasn't an 'if' situation. This was definately a 'when' moment. The two could only see Lovino and Vash with their firearms pointed at three other men from their stand-point. Paniced, Antonio ran behind Lovino, and Francis ran twoards Gilbert, taking his hand.
"Gilbert, Mon Cher, what's happening?" Gilbert shook his head, nails digging into the Frenchmen's palm.
"Gunner...he's..." Francis looked up, then took a step back.
Gunner was there.
He had his own gun aimed right at the perpetrators, glaring with a strange sence of appethy.
"So..." he said with no hint of emotion. "Exactly what made you think it would be perfectly fine to wander over here?"
"Bastards!" Lovino yelled, getting about two feet closer. "If you bastards don't leave here soon I'll shoot your brains out!"
On that note, there was about twenty seconds of gunfire. There wasn't any way to tell if the three men were winning or the students, who were surprisingly good shooters. Seven seconds later, Gunner did exactly what Gilbert hoped he wouldn't. Dropping his gun, the Icelandic boy pulled out something else...

It was blurry.
That's all Gunner knew as he looked at the ceiling of the strange room. There was a strange smell and a faint blip, blip, blip sound. Sitting up, he heard two sets of angered voices.
YOU IDIOT! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING SO STUPID? DROPPING A GUN FOR A WIRE? REALLY? IS THAT A GOOD IDEA? SURE, IT CAN CUT THOUGH SKIN, BUT REALLY?
"I...think I...killed...one...stupid...voice..."
The next voices he centered his attention to were outside the door, and three of the four were farmiliar...
"Sir, I'm sorry, but you must wait until the anasthesia wears off."
"How will you know it did unless YOU LET US IN!"
"Mathias, there are other people here too."
"How 'bout if he's up, were in."
The arguing went on for a decent amount of time before Gunner came out from his strange-smelling room, speaking at his usual volume, only without the appethetic tone.
"I'm concious, y'know."
"Gunner!" The Icelander stumbled back, noting he couldn't hold up Gilbert and Valdis at the same time.
"Hey kiddo!" Mathias patted Gunner, smiling wider then ever. "Feeling better?"
"Ngh...I will if I'm aloud to stand up." he responded, looking at the two closest to him.
"Ehe...s-sorry Icuga..."
"Sorry brofir..." they both smiled awkwardly, leading Gunner to think something bad happened. Never mind that, he thought. What about the others?
The three told Gunner whatever he hadn't remembered of the shoot-out. He had pulled out his wire and manadged to nearly decapitate someone. (Gunner smiled at this, he hadn't done that before.) Although Vash had shot another one, Lovino missed the third, leaving him to shoot at Gunner. Only one bullet made it through to him, hitting just passed his stomach. He was lucky, as that could and would/ have been a vital shot. At that point, Gunner grabbed his gun again, shooting madly, and the offenders left. Valdis told Gunner that was when he started losing conciousness, and when he passed out, Gilbert had called for an ambulance while Mathias filed a poliece report.
"When we got the ambulance and they took you away, we drove after them to try and catch up." Gilbert said, smiling half-heartedly. "We've benn waiting for at least five hours."
"Really?" Gunner blinked with a blank stare, then glared at the three. "You'd better get something to eat after this." Valdis smiled. That's my little bro. Not letting us off easy, huh?
"Gunner?" a nurse poked her head in through the door. "We need to see you, please."
"Hvath sem er." he replied appatheticly, getting up to leave. "Wait for me?" he asked Mathias, Valdis, and Gilbert. The three nodded, Valdis hugging him and Gilbert pecking his cheeck. Gunner smiled. He didn't usually like attention, but with the three closest to his heart (Yes, even Mathias) it wasn't so bad.

The testing had taken much longer then Mathias, Valdis and Gilbert had expected. Mathias was texting Tino and Berwald, Valdis was playing with the ribbon on his hat, and Gilbert was silently blaming himself for letting Gunner in harm's way. Looking at Valdis, he probably was too.
And then came Gunner.
He walked over to the three, who immediately asked what happened. Gunner looked at a corner for some reason, then to Valdis, who nodded softly. The nurse spoke beifly with the Norwegian, and as she walked away, he let a trembling breath out.
"They gave him a test...for Schizophrenia...and..." his voice trailed off, leaving Gilbert and Mathias shocked.
"Why didn't..." Gilbert started, but didn't have the heart to finish. Gunner shrugged, looking right at him.
"You never asked." Gunner answered, smiling at him. The German's eyes grew wider. Damn, he should have asked. "Honestly, I didn't find it to be so important, so I said nothing." He shrugged again, then hugged Gilbert. "It's fine."

A/N

Grrrrrrr!
Ok ok, it's been way too long since i updated this thingy...I'm sorry...I've had this writer's block that i can't seem to get out of...

Anyway...I'm open to any suggestions. ^_^

...pwease? .O.o.