A/N: Hallo mein leiblings! I'm just gonna get to the story since I know that many of you are dying to know what happens next. OH and to the reviewer who said that they'd send Kanaya after me, she wouldn't hurt me. She's my patron troll. Oh and Karkat says and I quote, "whatever fuckass" in a response to your hello so yeah he says hi too. Now on to the story.
Disclaimer: *Prays to the Himapapa shrine* Please let me please you oh powerful HimaPapa.
Enjoy the chapter.
Chapter XXVI
Matthew's POV
I sit in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. The helicopter arrived a few minutes ago; Gilbert was immediately rushed away into surgery, and Carlos was taken away to who knows where- I don't care what happens to him. I just want my Gilbert to live.
When he got taken away, a nurse asked me for Gil's family's number so that they could be called. I gave it to her in a shaky voice and she thanked me, telling me that a police officer had also been called so that I could be questioned about what happened. She informed me that I had to stay in the waiting room until they arrived. I followed her instructions, calling my own family to tell them where I am. They said that they'd be here soon, so all I have left to do now is wait.
For fifteen minutes, I don't move a muscle as I sit on the chair, staying perfectly silent with my knees held tightly to my chest; my whole body is shivering, and my clothes are covered in Gil's blood, but I don't care. I'm like this when Gilbert's family and my own arrive within seconds of each other. They see me curled into a shaking little ball on the hospital chair and rush over.
"What happened!?" Ludwig demands, clearly distraught and worried about his elder brother. I look up at them and try to speak in order to tell them what happened, only to find that my voice won't work. Starting to panic, I look at my family, my eyes full of fear.
Francis seems to understand the panic in my expression. He sits next to me and pulls me into his lap, just like he would do when I was little. Stroking my hair and rubbing my back, he holds me close and says softly, "Shhh, Papa's here. Just relax. It's going to be alright."
"No, it's not!" I cry, tears spilling down my cheeks as I finally find my voice again.
"What happened, Mattieu?"
As I take a deep breath and try to gather my scattered thoughts, a police officer enters the waiting room. He's tall, with wild spiky blond hair, electric blue eyes, and a beaming smile. He walks up to me and asks, "Are you Matthew Bonnafoy-Kirkland?"
I shakily nod my head, and he continues. "My name is Officer Matthias Køhlar. I need to ask you some questions about the incident involving you, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Carlos Machado."
"O-Okay. C-can they be there, too?" I ask, referring to mine and Gilbert's families. "They're the families of Gilbert and myself, and they should know what happened... and I'd rather not have to repeat the story over and over again."
"That is fine. Now if you'll come with me. There is a room that we can use here that is a little more private."
I nod and stand, following the officer with the two families close behind. Officer Køhlar leads us to a room with a table and a few chairs. He motions for me to sit opposite him. I do so, and the families claim the other chairs, Gilbert's Grandfather and Alfred choosing to stand.
Officer Køhlar sits across from me and says, "Alright, why don't you start by explaining what you were doing in the woods in the first place?"
I swallow thickly, "W-well you see officer-"
"Please, just Matthias,' He cuts in, giving me a warm smile. He's probably trying to make me feel a little more comfortable, an action that I'm extremely grateful for.
"W-well, Matthias, me and my boyfriend, Gilbert, we…we were on a date. He took me to an old, hollow tree that had been my hideout when I was younger. I hadn't been there in years. He'd found it, fixed it up nicely, and took me there as a surprise. We were leaving, walking back to his car to go home, when C-Carlos showed up. Carlos is my cousin, and he-"
"You don't have to tell me your background with him; I already happen to know that," Matthias cuts in again. I look at him in confusion, so he chuckles lightly and elaborates. "You wouldn't happen to remember the names Berwald and Tino, would you?"
My eyes get wide as I reply, "Y-yes, th-those were the names of the police from that time…"I trail off, recalling the two officers that were there the night my mother had taken her own life. Seeing the shock and continuing confusion on my face, Matthias explains.
"Tino and Berwald are very good friend of mine. They heard about what happened a few weeks ago at the art show, recognized your name, and told me about you. So you won't have to talk about your past at all if it makes you uncomfortable."
I smile weakly, "TH-thank you."
"No problem, kid. Now, why don't you continue? You said you and Gilbert were leaving when Carlos showed up?"
"Yes. A few weeks ago, I'd tried to end my life because of something Carlos forced me to do. He'd threatened to hurt Gilbert if I told anyone about it."
"Do you mind telling me what it was that Carlos forced you to do? Did he sexually assault you, or something of that nature?"
"N-no, I…I've had an issue for the past few years with c…cutting myself. I-it's not an issue anymore, since Gilbert has been helping me not do it, but somehow Carlos knew about it. He forced me to self-injure and break the promise that I'd made to Gilbert not to do so."
Matthias nods in understanding. "I see, and he threatened your boyfriend to make sure that you kept quiet about it?"
"Yes, but when Gilbert saved me after I tried to take my own life out of guilt, I told him everything. That's why Carlos showed up. He was there to "punish"me for going against his orders to not tell anyone," I explain.
Again, Matthias nods before signaling for me to continue.
"H-he had a gun- a pistol, I think. He held it towards me and Gil. I'm not exactly sure about what happened next, because it happened so fast."
"That's okay, just tell me what you remember to the best of your abilities and what you think happened," He tells me.
"W-well, the next thing I knew, I was on the ground and two gunshots had fired. Gilbert was standing over me, pointing a gun at Carlos. I don't know where he got it from. I think that he had pushed me to the ground and drawn his gun to shoot at Carlos, as Carlos had fired a shot at us. Gilbert's shoulder got hit by a bullet, and he'd hit Carlos in the knee. Gilbert barely seemed to notice that he was bleeding, and he asked Carlos why he was always hurting me, since I never did anything to him. He…he said cause…he hated…hated seeing me so happy and cheerful. When he was young, his parents died in a car accident and my parents took him in. He hated that I got to be so happy with my parents, when his had died. He…he also said that…it sickened him to see me happy and that…that I was much more…attractive when I'm scared of him."
A frown forms on Matthias's face and he asks, "Is there any more?"
I nod. "He…he shot Gilbert again…in the stomach. Gil fell to his knees. He was able to get two shots off at Carlos before he collapsed completely. They hit my cousin in the hand that was holding the gun and his other knee. Th-that's when I rushed over to Gilbert's side. I used his phone to call 911 and ran to get the flares from the trunk of his car so that the helicopter could find us when it got there. I kept trying to keep him awake until they arrived, but he passed out just as I was starting to hear the helicopter in the distance. I set the flare off so that they would see where we were... and I guess the rest is history," I finish at last, looking down at my hands in my lap.
A thick silence envelopes the room as I finish my story. On everyone's faces are different levels of shock and horror. Matthias lets out a low whistle.
"Damn, that…that's sure one hell of a story," He says slowly, as if his brain is still trying to process what he's been told.
"It's not a story; it's the truth!"
"Easy, I'm not saying that it isn't the truth. I don't really know what else to call it. I'll have to question Gilbert is he wakes up to make sure that the stories match up and it's not just a big fabrication. It's just standard procedure so I have to do it, but I want you to know that I believe you," he explains.
I nod and whisper, "Thank you."My heart feels heavy when he talks about questioning Gilbert IF he wakes up. I want Gilbert to be okay more than anything. Just the thought of him not surviving brings tears to my eyes.
Gilbert's grandfather must notice the tears that are glistening in my eyes, because he places a hand on my shoulder. I look up at him, surprised.
"Gilbert will live. He's a strong boy, and he's survived worse than this," He tells me. "When he was young, he was in a car accident and nearly lost his life protecting his brother. His back was sliced wide open by glass. He was in intensive care for a week and a half before he even woke up. He WILL survive this. I know he will; after all, he has you waiting for him. He never abandons those who are dear to him, and going by your pendant, I can tell that you are very dear to him."
I blush as I remember the iron cross hanging from my neck. Reaching up, I touch it gently, recalling what Gil said about it being a family tradition.
"Where did you get that necklace, Mattieu?" Francis asks, just now noticing it.
"Gilbert gave it to me on our date," I tell him in my soft voice.
"What did you mean, Mr. Beilschmidt? If you don't mind me asking, how does it tell you that Matthew is that important to Gilbert?" Arthur inquires, curious. The same curiosity is mirrored in Francis, Alfred, and Matthias's faces.
"There's a tradition in the Beilschmidt family. When we find someone whom we care about and love deeply, we give them that pendant. It's a symbol of our promise to stay by their side and love them no matter what life brings forth to challenge us. I gave one to the boys' grandmother, and their father gave one to their mother. By him giving one to Matthew, I can tell that he is extremely important to Gilbert," Mr. Beilschmidt explains to them.
"That's sweet. Well, I have to go and fill out a report on his back at HQ, but the hospital was informed to call me whenever Carlos and Gilbert wake up so that I can question them," Matthias say.
"Alright. Thank you, officer," Arthur replies.
"It's my job. Thank you for cooperating…and Matthew, he'll be okay," he tells me. I give him a small smile, and he ruffles my hair a bit before leaving. The rest of us go back to the waiting room. I resume my seat upon one of the chairs with my knees pulled up against my chest. Arthur places a hand onto my shoulder, and I turn to look at him.
"Do you want to go home so you can get some clean clothes and some sleep, Matthew?" he asks me.
I shake my head. "I don't want to leave…Not until Gil wakes up."
He sighs and replies, "Alright. Come on, Alfred. We are going home. Francis, you stay here with Matthew. We will be back soon with some clean clothes for him."
"Be safe, rosebif," Francis says, Kissing Arthur quickly.
"I will. Now let's go, Alfred,"he replies, heading towards the door.
Alfred gives me a quick hug and whispers, "Stay strong, Mattie. He's gonna be okay."
When he pulls back, I give him a grateful smile, which he returns as he leaves with Arthur. I return to staring at the floor in front of my chair, thinking to myself, "I swear, I'll be right here when you wake up, Gilbert. I won't leave your side."
End of Chapter XXVI
A/N: Well a lot of you probably want to kill me, but I promise the next chapter is when you find out if Gilbert lives or not. So no sending people after me. I have lots of people and animals from my reviewers here as protection against whatever armies you can throw at me. Also, you guys really need to understand the concept that if you kill the author you don't get a happy ending to the story. You don't get an ending at all. SO yeah, stop sending things after me cause I'm being evil to the characters. I already promised you that I'm going to give them a happy ending so just be patient.
Okay there was something that I wanted to put in this but I forgot it. Oh yeah, for those of you who are not already aware of this. I'm planning of rewriting this story using my own characters and getting it published. The title will remain the same; the nationalities of the characters will remain the same as well so yeah. Just thought I should give you guys the heads up.
Oh yeah, another thing. I know I already used Matthias once in the story way back in like chapter four but I had forgotten about that when I was writing this. SO yeah, deal with it, you get more sexy Denmark. I plan on including all of the Nordics (including Sealand) so keep an eye out for the last two.
As with every other chapter, here's a word from my incredible Beta, Sakura414:
It's going to be late once this chapter is posted, but I just wanted to tell you all that today (March 1) is self-injury awareness day. So even though this fandom is full of such wonderful people, I'd like to remind you to be kind to everyone, and always be there for the ones you love, because you never know who goes home and takes a blade to their skin. It could be anyone; even people with clean wrists and smiles on their faces.
Oh yeah I totally forgot about that, and, since Sakura414, ahs graciously reminded me. I feel lik ei need ot say that you are all such beautiful amazing people. If you ever feel like you're completely alone. Remember that you have me to talk to no matter what an I love you all no matter what.
Review please since they're my life blood.
Until next time mein leiblings.
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