{Matthew's POV}
I wake my head is fuzzy. I look up blinking, trying to clear my vision, I groan at the brightness of the room.
"Wh-where am I?" I mutter trying to form coherent words.
"In a hospital bed."
I hear the response and try to look towards the sound of the voice only to succeed in making a searing pain shoot throughout my right arm.
"Ah! Owww." I look down to see the source of the pain finding an iv in my arm. Gently I sit up trying to keep from jerking the piece of plastic wedged into my vain. I try once again to look at the side of me to find who spoke, this time I succeed. The first thing I notice is a pair of ruby-red eyes and snow-white hair. The features click almost instantaneously.
"G-gilbert?"
"Ja, the one and awesome." He smiles at me and winks. I can feel the blush as my face growns hot.
"W-why am I here? Why are y-you here?"
Gil looks at me like I'm stupid.
"Mattie, you were there! You slit your wrists and almost died on the bathroom floor!"
I sigh and roll my eyes.
"Gil that happens almost every two weeks. I always come back, no matter what. Usually no one comes, usually I have better timing, I wasn't expecting you over until later. I'm a country, I can't die Gil you know that. I stay alive as long as my country stays alive, unfortunately." I say the last part under my breath. I realize I'm staring at my hands and look up to gilbert. He's running his hands through his hair.
"I-I know you can't die, but….but I saw you lying there and I freaked, I didn't know what to do."
I smile gently.
"I'm fine Gil, really."
I press the red button, calling for a nurse. When she arrives I ask her to be discharged and she hurries off to get my paperwork.
{Little over 30 min. later}
I walk out of the hospital stretching my arms above my head and sigh. Back to the living hell I call life. It's no later than 11:30.
"Come on car's this way."
Hesitantly I climb into Gil's porche falling asleep until we reach my home. I wake as I feel the car come to a stop in my driveway and sigh wishing I could stay in the peaceful blackness that sleep brings me. Gil walks around opening my door to allow me out, sighing once again I gingerly step out and walk to my door unlocking it and stepping into my living room. The familiar surroundings a little more comforting than the sterile whiteness of the hospital room but not by much. I walk into the kitchen and begin making Gil the pancakes he didn't get this morning. I hear Gil enter the kitchen as I stir the batter. The chair scrapes the floor as he sits down. I feel his gaze on me as if he were trying to burn a hole in my back. I finish cooking a batch of pancakes and set them in front of the silverette. My eyes meet Gil's and I know what he's going to ask before the question leaves his mouth.
"Why?" his eyes hold a questioning look as his crimson eyes meet my steady gaze…