So it has been a while since I had updated this story. I'm a little sick right now so I am giving myself a little break while I sit in my first class of the day. I decided to write this up so y'all could enjoy.
Story time,
As Arthur peeled his eyes open he was greeted by a sight. Not remembering the fuzzy details of the past few days he ached. Attempting to pathetically sit up and get himself into the correct position. His room was empty, but in feeling it was full. The window had been opened and there was a gentle breeze floating through. He felt the chill on his face and felt himself slowly wiggle his toes in his casted leg.
"Arthur…" He heard before he gently began to try and get himself to focus on the sound of the noise. He felt his lips part before there was a shimmering light before his eyes. "You should not be here…?" He heard before he gently sank back into his bed.
Slowly a figure began to appear. Arthur shuffled himself trying to get a better look at the silhouette. It was beautifully masculine, the man appearing infront of him was angelic. His cheeks were pale and his eyes were violet like. He smiled softly and began to glide over to Arthur.
"Mon Cher!" Arthur blinked feeling some kind of button that provided him pain medication. He felt the coldness flow into his veins as he began to watch the figure dance around his bed. "Who are you?" He asked before trying to sit up and just falling down.
The beautiful creature's face seemed to fall at Arthur's cluelessness. "You really do not remember me… What has the war done to your head?" He felt a soft hand reach out and touch his own cheek. His eyes were half open. "You look jubilant…" He felt a soft caress of his head as the angelic being seemed to stroke his hair.
He leant into the touch,"Where am I?" He asked as the perfection seemed to be getting closer. "You are in a mortal hospital…" He whispered leaning in as the confused Brit seemed to get caught up in the wavering eyes. His body felt a wave of pain wrack his entire body and he seemed to turn to gelatin.
He watched as the angelic creature giggled and slowly leant over him,"We will fix all of this when we get home… We just need to get you back to the others. Then you will remember." He felt the French hands slowly caress his neck as he felt a prick in the side of a needle. Arthur felt his body begin to get stiffer.
"Have a sweet sleep amour… I will pick you up and bring you back in the morning…" Arthur suddenly grasped at his throat. He was choking. He coughed continuously trying to catch his breath. He felt his eyes roll back and there was nothing but dark.
Alfred was woken up from the room where all of the medical personnel slept when they were on shift. There was a pretty little nurse shaking his shoulder,"That patient of yours, Arthur. He is coding. He seemed to have some kind of allergic react-." She didn't even have to finish before cursing fluidly as he ran out of the room.
Stepping in the elevator he felt his heart racing as he jabbed the button multiple times. As the elevator began to grind to a halt. He ran down toward Arthur's room seeing that nurses were flooding into an array of the sounds of the machines.
He felt tears almost stinging in his eyes.
"Doctor Jones! He isn't breathing! He won't respond to anything. Should I get the-." Looking her in the eyes,"Do it right now." He said as she began to prep the defibrillator. He grabbed the paddles and pressed them to Arthur's nude chest.
The small man's body jolted as his eyes were flashed open. It was the creepiest thing you could have imagined. Arthur watched those blank eyes as he screamed,"Clear." Arthur's body just jolted, not a sign of a response.
"Clear!" Now Alfred was crying, there were gentle tears falling down his face onto the others body. It was cold, he could tell from the moment that Arthur's eyes opened that he was dead. His eyes were glassy and unearthly.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
He was panting by the time Gil was at his side. "Alfred he is dead! Pull yourself together!" The older one of the two stared into the eyes of the other. Arthur was just laying there, chest nude to the world staring off into nowhere.
Alfred soon deflated, he felt something in his heart break. It was like there was a sea of blood cascading into his chest. Gil looked at him,"Come on big bear." He put his arm around the other man's shoulders and escorted him out of the room.
Alfred's head was shaking and hung low.
"We're gonna go see Mattie and maybe you can get some rest." Alfred nodded. He felt passion toward Arthur, he had in the little time he had known to small British man, come to… love him. Arthur was just a ghost in his mind now.
It was a hard thing to accept the death of someone you loved. Even if you didn't know them, professionality flew out the window and all that was left was a sniffling little boy trying to keep himself from crying in front of all of the people that respected him.
He didn't remember much of the walk, but he remembered collapsing almost on top of Matthew when he was in the Canadian's room. They had talked about him but he really could care less. He felt himself burying his head into his brother's chest and finally crying.
Hey… So haha wait for the next chapter. Who doesn't love some like low key competition from the FrUk category. Well yeah, that is the pretty much end of this chapter. My eyes are literally covered in blood from being awake in this class.
Love you all,
-J