His head was pounding. He could hear people rushing him and speaking, touching him, cutting at his clothes. There were bright lights above him and Alois felt himself laying on something soft and flat. He could hear muffled voices.

Alois opened his eyes and saw a bunch of people in white above him. He was moving quickly, sharp turns.

"If you can hear us shake your head yes."

Alois stayed there, mute and in pain. His head was pounding, his vision was becoming clear but still had a pink tint. He was rolled into room which he could only recall as a operation room. Feeling a sharp pain in his arm, Alois let out a soft whine. He was beginning to feel drowsy. Sleep. That's what he wanted. Soon his vision was pitch black and he was engulfed in sleep.

2 Days Later...

Everything was fuzzy when he woke up. His head was pounding. His face felt tight. Alois groaned and struggled into a sitting position. The room he was in was sunny and mostly white with blots of blue here and there. Alois reached up and touched his face. He felt stitches under his eye, at the side of his eye and on his lip. Exploring a bit further, Alois felt the back of his head. Stitches. 34 if he counted them, which he didn't. Alois surveyed the room for a bit. There was a chair by the bed and one by the window. It had a Lavender handbag and a black cardigan. A tray of food sat at his bedtable. Balloons hung in the air saying "Get Well Soon". Alois shook his head distastefully.

His hand fell to his lap. He remembered the argument he and Claude had. He had remembered the fight. Claude had only hit him 3 times in the past. But this was the first time Alois had ended up in the E.R.

Tears prickled at his eyes. Alois sniffled and wiped his nose. Here he was, in the hospital, In America. He had no family to come visit him. He had no close friends. All he had was Claude. And Claude was the one that put him here. The tears fell. Alois thought he should have just stayed in London.

Why he wanted to come to America? He didn't even know anymore. He started off young and reckless, thinking he could make it but look at him now. Alois carefully laid down on his side and curled into a fetal position and let the tears flow. What was he to do now? He had no one. Nobody. He wished Claude hadn't done this to him. How was he supposed to get home? How was he even going to take care of himself? Alois felt like dying. He had nothing left to live for.

The door gently opened, prompting Alois to hiccup in a fetal attempt to stop his crying. He could hear soft footsteps come around the bed and he could sense someone standing infront of him. His body tensed when a warm hand gently rested on his shoulder.

"Alois? Are you awake?" Came a soft, meek voice, holding a water british accent. Alois shook his head and shut his eyes tighter. It was quiet for a bit.

"I-It's me. Hannah. Do you remember me? The doctors said you'd have a bit of a hard time."

Alois opened one eye and peeked out. He could make out her fuzzy appearance, her lilac hair and sapphire violet eyes. A soft smile played on Hannah's lips.

He opened the other to get a better look at her. She backed away as he struggled to get up. Alois leaned against his pillow and stared at her. So that's who the things belonged to.

Hannah picked up a clear container peaches. "Here, eat it if you can." She was frantic, picking up the fork and shoving it at Alois. Alois stayed motionless, wondering why the hell she was here or how she even found out he was in the hospital. As a matter of fact-

"What day is it?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's November 9th." She said in a worried tone.

"I-I've been sleeping for t-two days?" He asked, trying to make sense out of it. Hannah smiled again and slowly forced the things into his hands. No sense in denying free food, Alois told himself.

Hannah watched as he opened the container and slowly began to take small bites of the bitesized peaches.

"Eat it all..if you can." She urged once he tried to put it down. Giving her a quizzical look, Alois began to eat the rest of it, only setting it down once there was nothing but fruit syrup in the container. Hannah offered him a glass of water and he accepted. Taking two sips, he handed it back. He didn't feel like swallowing anything else.

"How did you know I was here?" Alois asked softly.

Hannah shrugged. "I saw a video on facebook when you stumbled out of the house and collapsed, then I went to visit you but you weren't home then I went to Claude's house and he told me the ambulance had taken you here. So that's how I came to be here." Hannah chuckled dryly. "It was a hell of a hassle to get them to identify you then let me see you, I had to lie and say you were my little brother then wait a few hours." Hannah swallowed thickly. "I could go on but you look like your about to cry so I'll shut up."

Alois did look like he was about to cry, because he was actually about to care. How could someone he hated because of Claude, Someone he had fought, someone he held a grudge against go through all that trouble, just to see him in the hospital? His lip quivered and he looked away. He didn't want her to see him cry, or smile at the same time. He was sure he'd scare her.

"You went through all that trouble? For me?" Alois asked in a breaking voice.

Hannah nodded. "After all, you are my friend. My only friend at that. Heh. Sorry If i seem like a obsessed creep." Hannah awkwardly fiddled with her bracelet.

"No! No, your fine. It's just that..I never thought.."

Everything was quiet. Some things were best left unsaid, but felt.

"So! I got some jell-o from the cafe!" Hannah forced more soft foods onto him.