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Matthew opened his eyes to find that his head was throbbing achingly and a bandage around his eyes. His vision was blurred as he realized that he didn't have his glasses on. He tried to sit up, but found that the room began to spun and swirl around him and found that his head was for some reason bandaged. He touched the bandages gingerly and winced as a sharp stab hit him on the side of his head. He couldn't really remember what happened and why he was really in hospital. He turned his head to find Gilbert next to him, sleeping peacefully with his chin resting on his chest wearing a black jacket with a red scarf and black jeans. Matthew smiled softly. He wondered how long Gilbert had been there. Matthew reached out for Gilbert's hand and saw his eyelids twitch.

"Gil..." Matthew said softly. Gilbert's eyes snapped open and found Matthew almost immediately. He grinned at him and kissed him on the forehead gently.

"Hey there, Birdie. How's ya head?" Gilbert asked softly, stroking Matthew's hair lightly. Matthew shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"It doesn't really hurt that much, to be honest." Matthew said truthfully. His head was giving Matthew a very small irritating pain, but nothing too extreme. Gilbert nodded slowly, frowning slightly.

"Well, do you remember what happened to ya?" Gilbert asked. Matthew shook his head. There was a gap in his memory. All he could remember was that Adam had decided to throw Amelie out of the house after she slapped him in the face; or at least tried to throw her out. If Matthew remembered correctly, it didn't work as well as Adam would have hoped.

"Well, I don't really remember much…" Matthew mumbled sheepishly, looking down onto his bed sheets. There was something after that, which then had him in the hospital for goodness knows how long. Gilbert frowned a little bit, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, what do you remember? Do you remember anything at all?" Gilbert asked. Matthew frowned to himself. He remembered everything before Amelie hitting Adam, but it was a jumbled up puzzle; everything was in the wrong order. Matthew closed his eyes to try and remembered what happened.

"Well, I remember Amelie going insane on my mom. She started scratching her face and everything. And then…" Matthew frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. He could see it forming in his mind's eye as he saw Alfred try to drag Amelie away from Maguerite. He went down to see if Maguerite was alright. She had three scratches on her face, the scratches were red and raw, and she had a terrified look in her eyes. And he remembered how the look on her face tore at Matthew's heart. But there was something else.

"Then what?" Gilbert asked softly. Matthew breathed out slowly. He could remember it now. He could see Amelie swing the vase at Maguerite. Matthew acted on impulse when he shielded Maguerite's head and held it to his chest as he felt a sudden blow to the head. But before he blacked out, he could remember the manic, harsh yet distasteful satisfied look in Amelie's eyes as she showed off a crooked insane smile. His last thoughts were that Amelie had indeed gone mad.

"She was going to hit my mom with the vase… so I made sure she didn't get hurt…" Matthew said softly as he opened his eyes slowly. Gilbert looked torn at him as he clutched Matthew's hand tightly.

"Birdie, you didn't have to do that." Gilbert said softly. Matthew looked at him with a frown on his face. He honestly thought that what Gilbert said was the most stupid thing that he had ever heard in his entire life. Matthew pulled his hand away from Gilbert's grasp.

"I'll only ever have one mother. I'm sure you would have done the same for your mother." Matthew added in a soft cold tone, looking down onto his head. Gilbert was silent for a few moments, but then grabbed Matthew's hand again.

"You're right. I'm sorry, it's just that… I didn't want to lose you so soon." Gilbert said quietly, his voice wavering. Matthew blushed lightly as he looked up at Gilbert who was looking at him with a sincere apologetic look on his face. Matthew smiled sweetly and squeezed Gilbert's hand a little bit.

"Well, what's been happening whilst I've been unconscious?" Matthew asked. Gilbert smiled lightly.

"Let's see, you've been out cold for only two days… well, Nat and Francis are dating." Gilbert said after a while. Matthew's eyes widened in disbelief. Francis Bonnefoy? He was known for sleeping with at least eight women at the same time. He was pretty sure that Natalie's taste in men was gradually decreasing.

"Really? I would have thought that she'd have better taste in men. Although, she did choose Alfred to be her boyfriend, so that explains a lot…" Matthew said admittedly. Gilbert laughed his usual laugh which made Matthew's stomach do back flips. He didn't realize how much he missed that laugh.

"Yup. It's been pretty weird without you there." Gilbert said with a large grin. Matthew shook his head at him with a smile.

"School's weird whether I'm there or not." Matthew said in a matter of fact tone. Gilbert laughed again and looked at Matthew with soft eyes.

"That's a good point." Gilbert said softly. He kissed Matthew on the lips softly, and Matthew kissed him back sweetly, hooking his arms under Gilbert's arm as Gilbert stroked Matthew's hair. Matthew knew that he could have died, but the thought of Gilbert's arms, his laugh, his smile and how Gilbert would never take no for an answer would keep Matthew's pulse racing and his heart fluttering. After a while, Gilbert pulled away with a soft, gentle smile on his face.

"I missed ya, Birdie. Promise me you won't leave me again." Gilbert whispered with wet eyes, hugging Matthew closely to him. Matthew clung on tightly and stroked the back of Gilbert's head as he felt tears gradually soak his shoulder.

"I won't."


Author's Note:

We have at least three chapters to go now. Three more freaking chapters. Soon it'll all be over.

But I started the GerIta fanfiction now :D It's called The Realist and the Inventor. So give it a read and leave a review there if you like it ; u ;

And has anyone here read George deValier's fanfictions? Because I have... all of the mother fucking feels I tell you.

Oh, and my granddad is all better now, he just needs to be checked every five years is all. They caught the cancer just in time so he doesn't need any chemo or radiotherapy :)

Well, I'm off

PEACE, xoxo