Arthur awoke in a hospital bed when he finally opened his eyes in the early hours of the morning. Francis and Gilbert had been sitting in chairs by his bedside, both men still sound asleep and unaware that Arthur had woken up. The Brit was too afraid to speak at that moment. How could he? He knew that Natalia had knocked him out with God knows what drug that put him in the hospital, and why would they believe him? They would most likely think that he got addicted again behind their backs, and the whole story about Natalia would seem like a crazed, drugged delusion. All he could at that moment was sob, and his sobs filled the quite room and woke Francis and Gilbert.

"Arthur! We know what happened!" It was Alfred, his best friend running into the room and by his bedside to save the day.

"Actually, Alfred was the one who found Ivan's body." Said Francis as he sat next to his fiancé on the bed. He wrapped his arms around the Brit's shoulders and held him tightly. "We all know it's not your fault."

"Natalia killed him!" Shouted Arthur frantically. He had to be shushed by everyone in the room so that the nurses would not suspect he was crazy and restrain him.

The group wasn't sure what to say on Ivan's behalf. The man was neither a hero nor a villain, just a person of very unfortunate circumstances who had made terrible choices but made everything right in the end by saving Arthur's life. No words were exchanged, but everyone respected Ivan's ability to stand up to Natalia with a moment of silence.

"I'll kill that bitch myself!" Alfred cheered. "Now that I know where she hangs, I'll corner her and I'll stab her in the alley after dark!"

"You prat! Don't you dare do something so foolish as to get yourself killed. Yes, you are a hero for finding both me and Ivan, but I'll be damned if I allow you to plunge head first in a suicide mission. We'll do this together, and we'll only use killing as a last resort." The Brit finished.

"How are you feeling now?" His fiancé asked. "I mean – after what Natalia did to you?"

Arthur wasn't mad, but there was no use beating the issue around the bush and pretending that the incident of Natalia drugging him had never happened. "I'm sure you're asking how I feel after that woman drugged me?" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose tightly. "I don't know yet… It's been so long since I've had any drugs in my system, and now that I've had one of the worst drugs imaginable injected into my veins? I really don't know yet – I usually only feel worse after withdrawals, and it's too soon to tell right now. I blacked right out and couldn't remember a thing after it happened, so I can't say for sure how it affected me during the high. And really, I don't want to remember how good it made me feel. That's just the reality of it, all drugs make you feel good."

"As much as I hate to say this," Francis began. "I think it might be a good idea if we asked the nurse if we can keep you in the hospital for a couple of days. I know you'd never dream about hurting yourself, but I remember what happened the first few days of your cleansing, and you almost…"

The blond British man nodded. "I understand. I almost killed myself, and your friend came over to clean me up so that I wouldn't have to go to the hospital and explain what I had done."

"We'll come visit you!" Offered Alfred. "And we'll bring you good food. We won't make you eat the crap that they call dinner in this joint."

Arthur allowed himself to chuckle, despite the grim situation. "Alfred. This is why that you are my best friend in the entire world… all of you are."

"I think it's about time we let Arthur get some rest." Said a kind nurse with a friendly smile. "But don't worry, you can come back to see him tomorrow. It's just that he's been through a lot, and I'm sure that he needs his rest."

The Englishman hardly got any shut eye that night. There were too many things on his mind, such as watching Natalia kill Ivan, and how peaceful the man looked even though he knew he was going to die, and finally, how they were going to lure out the devilish woman and have her arrested for her crimes. Before he knew it, Francis, Gilbert and Alfred had returned the next day to discuss their plans.

"How did you sleep, love?" Asked Francis with a kiss to Arthur's lips.

The other man chuckled. "Not even a wink of shut eye. Plus, it also didn't help that a patient kept running out of his room and stood screaming in front of my door at 4am. He most likely either had a mental disorder, or he overdosed on something. This is the part of the hospital where us druggies seem to go, and it's not a pretty sight – some of the things you see late at night when all of the visitors have gone home."

Gilbert, the only other man in the room who even had an idea of what Arthur had been going through, gave his friend a gloomy smile. "Yeah, I know what that's like. I've been in the hospital a few times, myself. I didn't have any friends or family bring me in, though, and I was mostly picked up off the street by a good Samaritan or two. If it wasn't for them, I probably would have been left in those allies to suffer but serves me right." He finished with a laugh.

"I – I think I might have come up with a plan last night." Alfred announced, understandably nervous to speak up after the conversation that had just taken place. "I was thinking, in order to lure out Natalia, we have to think like a criminal, right?"

The other three men in the room seemed uncertain as to where the American man's plan was leading to, but they all nodded their heads anyways.

"If we go after her and start chasing her in the middle of the streets, she'll only become defiant and probably dangerous. So, I thought that in order to get her to talk, maybe I can pretend to befriend her, buy drugs from her, and things like that."

Arthur's eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his sockets. "WHAT?! Do you have a death wish or something?!"

Francis pondered his bosses' thought with a low 'hum.' "Wait a minute, dear. I think Alfred might be on to something here."