Hanschen was losing feeling in his right hand as Ilse clutched his arm tight. She waddled down the hospital hallway, her other arm around her 6-month pregnant stomach. She felt so much larger than 6.
"Ilse, I hate hospitals." he muttered to her. "When do we get out of here?"
"I told you, I have some bleeding!" Ilse whined. "I just want a doctor to look at me, that's all."
"Good, because the sooner we get—" He stopped cold. Ilse had dragged him in front of a hospital door with the numbers 107 on the front. Under the numbers was Robel, Ernst. "Ilse, what—"
"Sorry for lying," Ilse said quickly as she flung the door open, "But he's been asking for you." She shoved him through the door and shut it, all in under a second. Hanschen nearly fell as she swiftly locked the door. Ernst had been begging for Hanschen to come see him, and this was the only way to make him.
"Ilse, you bitch!" Hanschen shouted, rattling the doorknob and banging on the door with his fist. "You let me out of here! I'll kill you! When I get out of here, I'll throttle you like a chicken...!"
"Hanschen?" He felt his blood freeze in his veins at the sound of that soft, angelic voice. No. He wouldn't stand for this. He kept steadfast, facing the door. "Oh, Hanschen, I'm so happy to see you...!"
"Ilse locked the door." he spat angrily, still rattling the knob. "God damn it!"
"Won't you please turn around?" Ernst pleaded, so weak it was almost a whisper, "Please...?" He suddenly flew into a coughing fit. The loud, violent hacks sounded unreal coming out of little Ernst. Hanschen couldn't help but turn around, hearing those awful sounds. Ernst was coughing into a white kerchief. When he was done coughing, he looked up to see Hanschen staring at him. His face broke into a happy smile, only for Hanschen to see the blood on his lips and teeth. And the kerchief was now stained red.
"Dear God...!" Hanschen felt his stomach tighten and he turned back towards the door, banging even harder now. He had to get out, he had to get away. This wasn't happening, not again. He wouldn't let it happen again. "Ilse! ILSE! You horrid bitch, let me out! You don't understand, LET ME OUT...!"
"Hanschen!" Ernst cried weakly, his voice cracking. "Hanschen please, you're being ridiculous!"
"SHUT UP!" Hanschen didn't turn around, but Ernst heard his voice crack and saw his fists clench against the door. "You don't talk! Call her back! Get her to let me out! DO IT NOW, ERNST!!!" Ilse held strong against the front of the door. Hanschen probably would kill her if she let him out now. "Ilse...Ilse..." Hanschen's voice was getting weaker. So was his resolve. "Ilse...please...let me out..."
"Not until you talk to him!" Ilse shouted, her back against the door. She fought back her tears. Hanschen heard something soft that lulled his desperate anger...it was Ernst's crying. He finally let his clenched fists drop, and turned around. Ernst felt his heart leap as Hanschen face him, but his heart dropped again when he saw that Hanschen wasn't looking at him at all. He was looking at everything in the room but him as he meandered to the chair next to Ernst's bed. He sat down, still not looking at him.
"All right!" Hanschen shouted at the door. "I'm going to talk to him!" He still didn't look at him.
"Hanschen..." Ernst stuttered through his tears, reaching out and putting his hand on Hanschen's, folded in his lap. Hanschen shuddered and wrenched his hand away, almost painfully. Ernst stopped crying. "Hanschen...!" he said a little more firmly, this time grabbing Hanschen's strong hands with his weak, pale one. "Hanschen, look at me." he said, his weak, brittle voice stronger than before. He didn't. Now Hanschen was facing straight ahead, his eyes shut tight and his lower lip quivering. "Hanschen..." Ernst let go of Hanschen's hand. He shakily lifted his hand up to Hanschen's cheek, stroking him gently. This was too much; as Ernst's hand began to drop, Hanschen grabbed it with his own and held it to his cheek, as the tears he kept stubbornly inside rose to the surface. He felt his whole body begin to heave.
"I...I..." he stammered between sobs, his upper body beginning to shake. "I... don't like this...!" Ernst felt his heart explode with love as he watched Hanschen cry. He'd never seen him cry before, ever. He mustered as much strength as he could and inched towards Hanschen's chair, enough to put his arms around his torso and nuzzle his head into his shoulder. Hanschen buried his face into Ernst's dark hair.
"I know, I know, I love you..." Ernst murmured, pulling Hanschen into a long, passionate kiss.
A/N: See, even a douche like Hanschen is capable of heartwrenching emotion :3 So that pretty much wraps up the Ernst/Hanschen oneshot, which means the fic is almost over! I can see the finish line!! :D