-Antonio-

It was dark.

It was dark, and cold.

Why was it so cold in here? Even if it was nighttime, it shouldn't be this freezing, and it was wet. It shouldn't be wet, either, but his clothes were steadily getting damp. Was it raining? It shouldn't have been; they were in the middle of summer, after all.

And sweet Maria, did his side hurt.

Oh, that's right. He'd gotten stabbed.

As soon as he acknowledged the memory, the shock wore off, and pain exploded down his side. He wanted to scream, but all he could do was grit his teeth in agony. Dios mio, he'd forgotten how much this hurt. He hadn't been stabbed like this before, though. Figures Fernando'd be the one to do it.

He heard footsteps, and yelling. All the voices muddled together, though. He couldn't really decipher any of them, too busy trying not to thrash and make the pain worse. He felt unconsciousness creep up on him, and he welcomed the release from the pain. He heard more yelling, closer this time, but he still couldn't decipher it. But then he felt that he was being moved (OW, merida), and then he heard the voice he knew better than his own. He could understand that voice perfectly.

"Antonio!"

Ah, that was his Lovi, wasn't it?

"Antonio!"

Why did he sound so sad? Was it his fault? This was awful.

"I swear if you die on me you asshole, I'll never forgive you! You promised! You promised that you wouldn't wave the white flag! Well, keep your fucking promise, then!"

He had promised that, hadn't he? He wanted to comfort su corazon, but his arms felt too heavy, and he couldn't seem to form words, no matter how hard he tried.

"I mean it you asshole! Don't you dare die on me! I love you too much for you to do something like that to me! Wait, what are you doing? I'm fucking fine, let me-no! Let me go, you fucking-"

"Lovino. LOVINO. Calm down. They're taking him to be treated. He'll pull through. That awesome asshole always was too stubborn to stay down."

"NO. I have to-"

"He'll be fine. Don't worry."

"If he dies on me-"

"He wouldn't do that to you. So just calm down, and let them look over you."

Ah, Gilbert was here as well? And Francis? That was good. They'd protect Lovi. He trusted them.

So with that, he allowed himself to fall deeper into the darkness, and everything faded away.

-Antonio-

His eyes fought their way open, and immediately shut again. Why was it so bright in here? It was like he was staring at the sun. Opening them even slower this time, he managed to allow them to adjust enough to where he could open them without being blinded. He turned his head to the left and the right, taking in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room, which he could tell from the sterile walls, hard chairs, and annoying beeping. He also had something very uncomfortable in his vital regions, so there was that, as well. His head felt fuzzy. They must have him on the good drugs. He couldn't help but snicker at his own immaturity. He heard voices coming down the corridor, stopping in front of his room.

"I swear, they need to make the chairs in these places more comfortable."

"Well, you sit in them for like eight hours straight. How do you get past visitation?"

"I'm fucking Lovino Romano Vargas. If I want to sit in the damn room all day, then that's what I'm going to do."

"You, kid, have earned my awesome stamp of approval."

"Not that I need it, but whatever, I guess."

They entered the room, and Lovino eyes widened to the size of Christmas plates when he saw him. He waved.

"Hola, mi amor."

-3rd Person-

After being snuggled/cussed at by a hysterical Lovino, Antonio been checked out by the doctor now that he was awake. Unfortunately, his bullfighting season was over prematurely, but he was alive, so that was fine. And he would just have to give it his all next season, is all!

Antonio's friends had rushed in only moments after Antonio fell, guns at the ready. They took in the gruesome scene, and Gilbert swore and set to untying Lovino while Francis called for an ambulance. They had secured Antonio's scary-ass axe while they waited, Gilbert running it out to his car before emergency services showed up.

Lovino had been quite wily, refusing treatment in an effort not to lose contact with the unconscious Spaniard. But after being soothed by the other two men, he had calmed down enough for paramedics to check him out. He had suffered sprained ankle, numerous cuts and scrapes, and a mild concussion from being thrown onto the floor, but he was otherwise stable. Antonio, however, had been a little more…severe. The knife hadn't punctured any internal organs, but it had sunk quite deep into his abdomen. It took numerous doctors around four hours and a blood transfusion before he was in stable condition. He'd been fading in and out of consciousness for about a week. The incision itself wasn't wide or long, just very, very deep. And a few stitches on his right upper arm left that good-as-new.

After that whole debacle, Lovino moved himself into Antonio's house (he needed to watch over that idiot, damn it!), and finally, formally agreed to become Antonio's lover. Gilbert had realized just how short life really was, and had knocked on Matthew's door, stuttering in a most-unawesome way through a request for a date. Matthew had beamed, and gave an enthusiastic 'of course', standing on tip-toes to kiss his cheek.

Fernando was detained after treatment, awaiting trial on everything from burglary, to kidnapping, to attempted murder. He just silently glared at the wall of his cell, the loss of his right arm sparking a continuous cycle of 'lossangerrevengelossangerrevengelossangerrevenge-'

They were somewhat worried about his mental state at that point.

And everyone continued on to the best of their abilities, getting back into the groove of things. And when summer ends…

Well, who really knows for sure will happen then?

-END-

Fail ending fails. But I hope you liked it anyway! There might be a sequel to this, but I need to plan first. Until then, bloom like a lily and be merry like it's Christmas!