(Klara's POV)

I stared at the albino lying on the bed in front of me. His chest rose and fell slowly. A coma, I had been told. Apparently, when Antonio and he were driving back to Francis' after bringing me home, they were hit on the driver's side by a person who ran a red light. Antonio walked away unscathed (he was the one who called 911), the other driver died later once in the hospital, and there was Gilbert. He looked like he could open his crimson eyes up at any moment and start proclaiming how awesome he was in that grating voice of his.

When Ludwig got the call from Antonio that Gilbert was here, he broke down on the spot upon hanging up the phone. He crumpled onto the floor and started heaving with big, salty tears streaming down his face. Feliciano and I tried to comfort him, but I ended up breaking down inside. Shortly after I left to hide out in my room on my laptop and try to finish up with the day's schoolwork, I heard Feliciano and Ludwig out in the hall.

Feliciano just clung to my brother as if he would die if he let go. "Ludwig, look at me," I heard him say in a tone that sounded more like his brother's. "I love you, so much. You're my best friend, and I'd hate to see you give up now. Pull yourself together! You have to stay strong! For both Klara and Gilbert! Please! Ti amo, Ludwig, so, so much!" And then crying sounds muffled. I'm going out on a limb and assumed they kissed, but from what I saw behind my laptop, it looked like Ludwig had buried his face in Feli's shoulder (which that's a totally crappy was to muffle crying; bury your face in a pillow next time, idiot!).

Antonio called me next. He told me all that had happened, but that Gilbert was in critical condition. The doctors say he's looking to get better, but there was always that chance. I've practiced hiding my emotions for years, so when I died a bit inside, Antonio didn't know. He was crying when he broke the news to me, and he had every right to.

I never learned how Francis handled it. I'm thinking he had wine or something like that. Maybe he slept with 30 different people. Who knows?

At the hospital, I was sitting in a chair against the wall. Ludwig had since pulled himself together but looked like he could crack at any moment. Feliciano, Francis, and Antonio were cacking jokes the whole time. I laughed on occasion, and I think Ludwig smiled at one somewhere in there.

At random, Gilbert fluttered open his eyes and gasped. He looked around frantically and saw us along the wall. "Klara! Quickly! Get me my phone! Ludvig! Get my some paper!"

In a total daze, we quickly got everything he asked. When he got it all, Gilbert asked us to step out for a moment. Feliciano ran down the hall screaming, "He's awake!"

After a good 20 minutes, the doctor came around and went inside. Gilbert was placing his notepad on the table next to him and putting his phone on top. He gave us a giant smile and told us he felt tired. Then he layed back down and closed his eyes. Then the machine he was connected to made that noise when people's hearts stop.

We just sat in shock. I immediantly ran over and threw my arms over his still warm body, praying that I could find a heartbeat. I stuck my hands directly over where his heart was, and I felt a small thudding. The monitor started beeping again, and Gilbert just smiled in his sleep.

This reminds me, I have a theory about comas. What if while one is in a coma, they're aware of everthing around them? Like they can't act out unless they are in thatvlimbo between asleep and awake, but they only get that every now and then and usually it's just their mouth opening a little bit wider or a deeper breath.

Anyway, I've got the videos Gilbert took on his phone and the letters he wrote. I'll copy the dialog and the letters in a bulk.

Ludwig

"Hey, Ludvig. Listen, I'm sorry for every mean zhing I've ever done to you. EVERY mean zhing I've done to you. I'm also sorry for stealing your magazines. You can go to my house und pick zhem up. My bedroom, top right drawer, left side of zhe bed. Und also, don't give up on Feli, okay? He's really nice und you deserve to be happy."

Feliciano

"Feliciano, I'm going to be honest vith you. PLEASE don't leave my brozher behind. He's vay to old for his age, und he's been through a lot, vhat vith raising Klara und all. I also vant to zhank you for zhat. She definately got her awesome cooking skills und smile from you. Zhank you, so much."

Antonio

"Hey, Antonio, don't stop trying to vin Lovino's heart. Ja, I've known for a long time. Don't vorry, it doesn't gross me out or anyzhing, mein brüder's zhat vay. You'll get him one day. Und also, I'm sorry I ate all of your tomatoes vhen ve vere 6, und zhat I told you zhat a magic flying bull ate zhem. I honestly zhought zhat you vouldn't have believed zhat! Ah, good times."

Francis

"Francis, stop being so pervy all of zhe time. It's okay to hit on vomen, but try to tone it down. Also, I'm zorry zhat I ate your cheese vith Antonio's tomatoes vhen ve vere 6 und blamed it on Arzhur. He doesn't even like cheese!"

Klara (me)

"Klara, stay strong. I don't know if I'll still be here by New Year's, but if I am, vill you visit me? If not, zhen make my funeral zhe least boring one possible. I vant Rammstein playing as loud as it can go, und I vant no tears! No one car cry! Except if zhey realise how much zhey suck und how awesome I vas. Zhen zhey can cry. I also have a special request for you: stay awesome. Someone vill have to be zhe awesome one in zhe family, so it has to be you. Und if you're going to take my place, I vant you to say my signiture phrases. Zhey aren't copyrighted as far as I know, so you can use zhem. Unless zhey are copyrighted. Zhen just make up somezhing you zhink I vould say. Can you also make sure zhat Antonio und Francis stay in line? I'm more vorried about Francis zhan Antonio. I have an apology to make to you. If you haven't been listening at zhis point, you should. I'm sorry for failing at being an older brozher. I should've been zhe one to take care of you instead of forcing you onto Ludvig und Feli. Maybe it vas for zhe better, zhough. You ended up perfect, unlike me. I zhink yiu vould have ended up zhere anyvay by zhe zhird day. You vere a noisy baby vhen you needed zhings. I'm feeling tired now. See you in a bit."

Okay, I just peeked at the beginning of this book. Why did I write in the 3rd person? I also never got my dinner that was promised to me. I'll get back to Feliciano on that once I'm done here.

Has it really been this long since I started it? It seems like just yesterday I was hating Feliciano and he was trying his hardest to gain my... affection? I don't know. Maybe appreciation or something. It's weird. I guess you could say he got what he was after. I don't hate him anymore. I don't know why I did in the first place. I was a dick.

I only have a couple pages left, and I'm saving those for when I can bail Ivan out. I've been working, so I've got a good anount going so far. I'm going for now, so I'll see you later.

~End.~