AN: Is that another update for I Wish You Knew? Why yes, yes it is! This is another chapter from the ever elusive FrenchFry who enjoys procrastination of the highest caliber. I promise that I'm working on it but, being sick and having a lot of school work to do doesn't help me at all. I will be updating everything over Spring Break though!
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And now to the continuation of this fic!
Alfred didn't sleep that well that night. It wasn't as if he was worried about Iggy or anything… well maybe he was a little worried. He was supposed to be worried though. Iggy was one of his friends so that meant that being worried was normal. That didn't have anything to do with his lack of sleep though. He wasn't staying up all night, waiting for Francis to pick him up and take him to the hospital or anything. That would be ridiculous. He didn't really care about Arthur that much anyway.
Alfred sighed, he really needed to get better at lying to himself, or he needed to stop doing it. He voted on becoming a better liar. Life was just easier when you didn't let the truth interfere with your day. It was probably a deluded way to see life but, it worked.
About an hour after Alfred 'woke up' he heard a knock at the door. He went to answer it and found a sleep deprived Frenchman looking up at him. "Francis, you're here pretty early."
Francis chuckled a bit. Alfred had obviously been waiting for his arrival. All the American wanted to do was go and visit his very good friend in the hospital. It looked as though Alfred hadn't slept but, Francis couldn't judge. He hadn't gotten much sleep either. He had been up all night, worried about what might happen to Arthur. He hated knowing that his friend was unconscious on a hospital bed.
"How about we get over to the hospital mon cher?"
Alfred nodded. He needed to see Iggy for himself. He needed proof that Iggy really was in a hospital bed. He needed to know that this wasn't all a terrible nightmare because that's what his brain kept telling him. It tried to convince him that Arthur was at home, drinking tea and going on about how much of an annoying American Alfred was. He knew it wasn't true but, he had to see for himself.
Francis and Alfred walked over to Francis's car and got in. Alfred was silent the entire way to the hospital. He wouldn't do more than nod whenever Francis said anything to him.
"The poor kid misses Arthur," Francis thought. It was sad that Arthur couldn't see Alfred right now. It was sad that Arthur didn't know how much Alfred cared for him. They were both far too stubborn to see past themselves and realize what they had for each other. Francis hated to see ignored love. It was worse than nonexistent love. It wasn't worse than having the one you loved in the hospital though, that was worse than anything.
They got to the hospital and walked into the waiting room. It was pretty packed, a huge contrast to the nearly empty room that they had entered last night. "These are normal hours," Francis mumbled to himself. "Not the insane hours that only emergencies flood in."
Francis walked up to the receptionist, followed by a zombie-like Alfred. It was strange and heartbreaking to see Alfred, normally so full of life, looking like one of the living dead.
"Good morning," The receptionists said brightly, clearly ignoring the fact that Francis looked like he hadn't slept.
"Good morning. I was wondering if there was any way we could see Arthur Kirkland." Francis cut straight to the point.
The receptionist looked at her piece of paper and frowned a bit. "I'll have to get you the doctor's permission so you can go in. I'll call him in here so just sit and wait."
Francis nodded and turned to walk towards the chairs. He put a hand on Alfred's shoulder and led him to a chair. Alfred sat and Francis stayed standing for a moment. It was hard to say why but, he just didn't want to sit, he wanted to see that Arthur was ok and sitting seemed to interfere with that a bit.
The doctor came out a few minutes later and located Francis and Alfred. It was the same doctor from the night before. Francis didn't get a good look at him the night before and now he looked him over. The man had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He seemed to be about 30. "Ah, I figured that it would be the two from last night. I didn't mention it last night, my name is Dr. Roberts."
Francis gave a tired smile. "I'm Francis Bonnefoy and this is Alfred Jones. I don't mean to be rude but, we really need to get in to see our friend."
Dr. Roberts looked down at the ground for a moment. "I don't think that's a good idea right now."
Alfred seemed to come alive as soon as he heard that. "Why the hell not?"
Francis sighed. "What he means to say is why can't we? What's wrong with him?"
The doctor looked back at the two. "He's stable but, still in a coma. You might not like what you see. There are wires and machines hooked up to Arthur. I don't think you want to see him right now."
"Bullshit! Of course I want to see my fucking friend! That's the whole reason I'm here dipshit!" Alfred snapped.
Francis put a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "Ignore him. We understand that it may not be the best idea but, we want to see our friend. Please, let us in."
The doctor sighed before giving a resigned smile. "Follow me and remember something, I warned you."
The two followed Dr. Roberts down the long hallway. He stopped in front of a door and sighed. "He's in here. Go ahead in."
Francis and Alfred pushed the door open. Alfred gasped and felt tears come to his eyes immediately. This wasn't all a dream, it was reality. His friend lay on the bed, wires attached and machines beeping.
AN: So This is it! Not a bad chapter even if not much is happening. The doctor is just a random person I threw into the story!