After a few more hours of boredom, a doctor finally walked in. "I can only have a few at a time, but Gilbert's out of surgery and awake. He doesn't know much about what's going on, and he's very tired. May I ask to have his family see him first?" Ludwig stood up, nodding. He followed the doctor to Gilbert's room, pulling up a chair next to him. He honestly looked awful. He was delirious from the painkillers, and looked even paler than he already was. The remaining part of his dominant left arm was bound in a sling on top of his chest, and he had about a million IVs and wires running to and from him. "Luddy," he smiled slightly, dull red eyes looking up at him. Ludwig sat down next to him, feeling so many emotions. "'S Mattie okay?" he asked. Gilbert's words were slurred, and he only had one goal at the moment: get to Matthew. The doctor asked for Arthur to go in, fearing that Feliciano wouldn't be able to handle that.

Arthur followed Ludwig sadly, and answered the question about Matthew, seeing how he was the only one who checked. "Matthew's in the ICU... He's heavily sedated, and on suicide watch... I still don't know where the twin's parents are... They're arse of a father probably won't let Akahana leave the house..."

Being on heavy painkillers, Gilbert didn't register much, other than Matthew's name. He looked sadly up at Arthur. "Shit. I want Mattie," he mumbled, glaring up at the ceiling. Gilbert needed to know that Matthew was okay, he needed to be with him.

Arthur sighed, and said, "As soon as they let you out of this room, I'll ask them to let you see Matthew..." He needed to arrange for everyone of them to get some kind of help, and some kind where they could be together, would be best, as they could support each other nicely.

"'M gonna see Mattie?" He asked, blinking lethargicly. He tried to lift his left arm to wipe his eyes, but found that he couldn't. For one thing, his arm was bandaged to him so that hw ouldn't accidentally hurt it. Also, there wasn't a hand there to wipe his eyes with. However, Gil didn't know any of this. "Fuck, why can't i move... m' arm?" He asked, confused.

Arthur shushed Gilbert, and said, "Hey... It's okay..." he wiped Gilbert's eyes, and shushed him again. "You got really hurt Gilbert..." He said, as though Gilbert were really young, "You can't move that arm for now... Okay?"

Gilbert grunted as though he understood, but he really didn't. He wanted to move, he wanted to get up, but he was glued where he was. Ludwig couldn't bear to see Gilbert like this, it made him too sad. He kissed Gilbert's forehead then left, going into the bathroom and splashing cold water on his face. Gilbert was left with Arthur, and was still trying to figure things out. "'R Francis 'n 'Toni okay?" He asked quietly, wanting to talk to them and make sure they were alright. "'N is Lovi okay? 'N feli?"

Arthur nodded, and said, "They'll be fine, Gilbert... You took a nasty shot though... You saved Ludwig and Feli... You did good, Gilbert... Everyone's going to be alright..."

"Fuck, 'ere's Al?" He asked, wanting to see Alfred. He tried to move, and winced at a sharp pain in his side. The other bullet had gotten pretty deep, causing him severe internal bleeding among other things. It was a miracle that he was alive, but he didn't realize that.

Arthur put a gentle hand on Gilbert's shoulder, and said, "H-He's in surgery... With Kiku... They... well... Kiku is hurt really bad, but he'll live... Alfred... Alfred's lucky to be alive... He was shot in the back... The bullet missed his heart by half a centimetre... and his spinal cord by just a little bit more then that..."

"'S he gonna be mmkay?" Gilbert was too bleary to understand much more than that Alfred was hurt. "Francis n' toni. I wan' see 'em," he blinked up at Arthur, tears filling his red eyes. He wanted his friends, and he wanted Matthew. Those were his priorities.

Arthur nodded and said, "Alfred's going to be fine! Antonio can come, but Francis is... asleep, and hooked up to IVs right now... He lost a lot of blood because of his hemophilia... He can't come... I'm sorry, Gilbert..." Arthur ran his fingers gently through Gilbert's hair, like he did some times to his brothers when they were sick.

"Want Francis," he mumbled, tears falling onto his cheeks. He was confused, and wanted to restart the day, so none of this would have happened. "'N, want Toni," he needed his friends with him, so maybe they could laugh away everything and make him feel better.

Arthur sighed, and said, "I'm going to talk to whoever's in charge, and tell them to move us all together... I promise you're going to see everyone real soon..." He looked at Ludwig and said, "Can you go get me the head doctor of this bloody hospital!? I'll stay with Gilbert... God knows we all need somebody..."

Ludwig left, making even more tears well up in Gilbert's eyes. "L-luddy? 'Ere's Luddy?" He asked trying again to move, and wincing at the pain. Ludwig came back a few minutes later with a doctor, who walked over to Arthur. Gilbert looked up at the doctor, immediately asking for Matthew. Arthur sighed and pet Gilbert's hair. "Even drugged up, your still as stubborn as ever..." He looked at the doctor and said, "I was wondering if you could allow a list of patents to be moved to the same room... I'm afraid for their safety, and for their sanity... We don't need to be alone right now..."

"I believe we can make that happen," the doctor said, taking out a clipboard and writing something down. Gilbert looked up at the doctor, still confused. "'M I gonna see Mattie?" He asked, needing to be with his boyfriend. Arthur nodded and said, "Yes, Gilbert... You're going to see Mattie..."

Arthur took a sheet of paper and wrote down all of the people that were saved from the riot, and Matthew. "Here..." He said, handing the paper to the doctor. Gilbert smiled, laying his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes. He was tired, but he still needed one more thing. "Toni? Can I see 'im?" He asked lethargically, looking around the room again. The doctor took the sheet of paper from Arthur, then went outside, asking Antonio to go to Gilbert's room. The doctor was given the okay to move them all together, and set to work having nurses do that. Antonio came into the room, and forced a smile for his dear friend. "Hey Gilly!" Antonio sat down on the edge of Gilbert's bed, and said, "You gave us all quite a scare..."

Gilbert tried to smile when Antonio came in, but he just ended up with a grimace on his face. He was in pain, and felt as though something was missing from him, though he didn't know what. "Fuck... 's evry'ne okay?" He asked, looking up at Antonio. Antonio said, "We'll all live... But we won't be the same... Arthur's going to get us all help..."

"'s good," Gilbert sighed, looking around. "C'n you make this fuck'n bed sit up, 'r some'thn?" he asked, trying to point at the buttons on the side of the bed which would put the mattress up into a sitting position. Gilbert was too sluggish and drugged up to move more than a little bit, and everything seemed to cause him pain. Antonio nodded, and pushed the buttons for Gilbert to sit up. Antonio smiled, and said, "There..." He smiled at Gilbert, and said, "Is that better..."

"Yeah. S' what hap'n'd to Francis?" Gilbert asked. He hadn't understood much of what Arthur was trying to tell him. "Fuck, I need a smoke," Gilbert mumbled, not knowing that Ludwig had thrown out all of his stuff. Antonio shook his head, and said, "Francis lost a lot of blood... His hemophilia... You know how his blood doesn't clot?" Gilbert nodded slightly, concerned. "'s he gonna be mkay?" he tried to run Antonio's words through his head, but a lot of things didn't seem to make sense to him, the painkillers and drugs made sure of that.

Antonio nodded, and said, "Sí! He's going to be just fine!" Antonio watched as a nurse came in with a gurney, and said, "I'm sorry, but We need to move this patent..." Antonio nodded and got out of the way. "Come on Gilbert..." He said, "We're going to see Matthew!" Gilbert grinned, feeling a little less tired. He was going to see Matthew! Finally!

The nurse moved Gilbert to the gurney, and pulled the IV stand with it. She pushed Gilbert into the large room where most of the group had been moved, aside from Kiku, and Alfred who were still in surgery. Matthew was the second farthest to the door (with Francis being the farthest), and he was a sad sight. The boy was sedated, and strapped into the bed. His wrists were bound by a letter strap that also kept his hips down. He had many bandages on his arms, from where he had ripped the IVs out of them.

"Mattie?" Gilbert asked, glancing at him. He looked awful, like some crazy patient ready to have a lobotomy, not his sweet little boyfriend. Matthew was awake, but he was very weak. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone, and most of them thought he was asleep, until he heard Gilbert. Matthew's eyes slowly cracked open, and he made a strangled noise in the back of his throat in response.

"Fuck... Mattie. You scared th' shit outta me," he mumbled, still unable to talk very loudly or coherently from the drugs. Matthew whimpered as Gilbert was put in the bed next to him, so that Gilbert was to his left, closer to the door then Matthew himself. He wanted to reach out to him, but couldn't get his hand free. "G-Gil..." He choked. His voice was horse and scratchy, and his whispers did little to help.

Slowly, Gilbert held out his remaining full arm, placing it on top of Matthew's and smiling weakly. "You're okay?" he asked, wincing when he shifted a little, feeling a sharp pain in his side. Matthew nodded slowly. He could barely see Gilbert from the drugs, and his missing glasses, but he heard the slight intake of air when Gilbert moved. "You're not..." He whispered.

Gilbert shushed Matthew, not wanting to tell him about being shot. Gilbert himself didn't know the extent of his injuries, just thinking that the bullets had gone in and been taken out, no harm done. At the moment, all that mattered to him was that Matthew was okay. Matthew whispered, "Where's Alfie?" He wanted his little brother to be okay. He wanted to see Alfred. "I dunno," Gilbert sighed. "Arth'r said someth'n about surg'ry," he looked over at Matthew, trying to smile.

Matthew tried to sit up, but was restrained by the strap on his hips. His eyes were wide, and his heart monitor spiked. He looked like a mother polar bear who's cub was in danger. He lay back down defeated, but growled, "Somebody tell me what the hell happened after I blacked out..."

Ludwig, who was sitting quietly with a sleeping Feliciano, decided that he'd tell Matthew the basic stuff. "Roderich started a riot, we're all safe now, nothing you should be worried about," Ludwig said, making sure that Matthew wouldn't be worried about others when he should be worried about himself.

"How?" Matthew asked, slightly stunned but mostly angry. "How could that pompous ass start a riot!?" Ludwig shrugged, not wanting to say anything about the HIV truth being out. Gilbert sighed, glaring at the ceiling. Matthew looked around at everyone and said, "Will someone please tell me what's going on!?" He was angry and sad, but mostly frustrated. Ludwig glanced helplessly at Arthur, not wanting to tell Matthew too much and make him feel responsible.

Arthur sighed and said, "Oh for Gods sake! Just tell the Man!"

"Tell me what!?" Matthew demanded.

"Why don't you tell him?" Ludwig asked icily.

Arthur yelled, "Because I'm tired of being the messanger! You tell him!"

Matthew Spoke up. "Would you stop talking about me like I'm not here!"

That was when the nurses wheeled in their next member. Alfred was unconscious, and covered in bandages. His left arm was in a cast, he had stitches in his forehead, and his torso was covered in gauze. His breathing was labored, and shaky, but he was breathing. Matthew felt tears in his eyes as he saw the sad sight of his baby brother so hurt. "L-Ludwig... Please... Tell me what happened..."

Ludwig sighed, trying to figure out the best way to say things. He didn't want to upset anyone. "There was a riot at our school. Some... people were injured in fires, or hurt by other people. Vash decided to take out a gun and... and..." his voice faltered, and he looked away. Just one little gun had caused so much damage to these innocent people.

Matthew nodded and said, "Who was he aiming for?" Matthew knew Vash wouldn't pull a gun on just anyone... Well, at least not on school property. Vash Would only shoot at someone who caused harm, or threat to his little sister. Of corse the target of his anger would be whoever started the riot. Vash was a good shot, but the more angry he was the less accurate his shots became. Ludwig sighed sadly. "He was most likely aiming toward the people attempting to attack Lilli, but someone else got hold of his gun," He glared at the ground, protectively rubbing Felincio's back.

Matthew took a shaking breath, and asked, "How did this happen!?" He couldn't wrap his head around what had happened after his suicide attempt. "Fuckin' Rod'rich," Gilbert mumbled, red eyes narrowing. "Told ev'ryone 'bout my HIV," he hated that sick idiot, he was the one who deserved to have been shot. Matthew's eyes widened and he said, "What!?"

Arthur had been petting Alfred's hair gently, and clarified, "Roderick Elderstine told the entire school that you tried to kill yourself because Gilbert gave you HIV... It was all over the school's social media cite... They were saying you were a prostitute that Gilbert hired..." Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat. "And that he gave you HIV, so you tried to kill yourself..."

Matthew was stunned, and, according to the pulse monitor, his heart stopped for a moment. He flatlined for a good two seconds, before his heart got it's shit back together.

"'S true 've got it, but di'nt give it t' you," Gilbert sighed. He weakly rubbed Matthew's hand with his thumb, tears streaking his face. Matthew shook his head and said, "No... You didn't... W-was he Just guessing, or... D-did he... H-how... I-I don't... How did he find out?"

"'en I was datin' 'im, he tried t' come onta me n' ask for sex. I had t' tell him 'bout havin' HIV," Gilbert said. Talking drained what was left of his energy quite a bit, and he laid his head back oh the bed's stiff pillow, closing his eyes. Matthew said, "But... How did he find out about me?" He looked crushed, but still determined to find out the truth.

Gilbert had fallen asleep, and was snoring softly. Ludwig looked up, frowning. "What do you mean? Wait... did Gilbert give you HIV? He doesn't seem like the type of person who'd do that," He was confused as to what Matthew was talking about. Matthew shook his head and began crying as he began to put the pieces together. "I've had it a long time..."

While he slept, Gilbert could sense Matthew crying. Slowly and laboriously, he moved his hand so instead of being on top of Matthew's their hands were intertwined. His hand went limp again as he returned to sleep. "You mean... you have it?" Ludwig asked. He didn't know whether to be relieved or scared. This meant that the rumors were well... just rumors, but they did have some truth to it. Ludwig himself was very self-conscious about having HIV, but now everyone knew.

He held tight to Gilbert's outstretched hand, as best he could with his limited flexibility. The cuffs refused to let him move his arms, even though his wrists burned with pain from the new stitches, and the low dose of pain killers. His nurse didn't believe him when he said he was in pain, because she assumed he was trying to get high. Matthew nodded at Ludwig, and said, "Sense I was seven..."