The first problem for Ludwig was waiting. Thankfully, he had plenty of patience. The boy in the accident was still getting stitches. So Ludwig came back the next day (though this time with clothes; he figured the boy didn't have clean ones here).

The second problem was the receptionist at her desk. "Only friends and family" was all she said. Everyone knew Ludwig was not welcome. But he put his foot down and refused to leave until he was allowed entrance. So it was entrance Ludwig got.

The third and final problem lied in the fact that the boy had absolutely no idea who Ludwig was. It wasn't like he had had a chance to do so as he almost ran the boy over. Ludwig had never been much of a fan of introductions anyways.

When Ludwig finally found and entered the boy's hospital room, the boy was smiling at the people down in the streets below as if very fond.

Ludwig cleared his throat awkwardly. "H-hello. You don't know me, but I'm Ludwig Beilshmidt. I almost ran you over earlier, so I came to apologize."

The boy grinned, giddy and excited. "Apology accepted! Now we can be friends, right?!"

"O-okay," Ludwig stuttered, surprise clear on his face.

"Ve~! Since we're friends, can I call you Luddy? Oh, my name's Feliciano, by the way! Feliciano Vargas!" he said. There was still a smile plastered to his face.

"You may call me L- . . . Luddy if you want."

"Ve~!"

That was when a doctor came in and said, "Mr. Vargas, you're free to leave now" before exiting the room.

"Do you want me to give you a ride home?" Ludwig asked after a period of silence.

Feliciano glanced at the cotton sheets in his lap and muttered, "Okay."

Ludwig had half a mind to ask why he seemed so reluctant, but dismissed the thought. It wasn't his right to be nosy about Feliciano's business. Instead he gave Feliciano the clothes he brought and instructed him to put them on in the bathroom.

When Feliciano was done, they left the building and Ludwig started up the jeep.

"Where do you live?" he asked Feliciano. The Italian muttered something. I must have misheard him, Ludwig thought. That can't be right.

"What did you say?"

"I said I d-don't have a h-home," Feliciano said, then started to cry.

Author's Note: See, I can't write anything fluffy. Everything's always depressing. I'm trying really hard, but I've got no ideas. I need a fluffy idea. Really. I do.

I got a bit tired of writing "the boy" over and over. This wasn't the best chapter, in my opinion. And I'm sorry the chapters are so short. It just means I update faster.

Where I live, emergency care is free, so if that's different from Italy, I'm sorry.

Please review!

-TN