Author's Note: Okay, I wanted to thank you guys for all your comments, Francey-Pant(ies), Ich liebe dich :3. Also, since I have become weighted down with a shit ton of homework since starting school, I no longer have time to write during the week and have to resort to writing on the weekends. FORGIVE ME! YOU MUST UNDERSTAND, bitte? QAQ.
. "30, 29, 28…" Gilbert shoved at the crates as hard as he could. "15, 14, 13…" the crates toppled over, leaving the smallest one on the floor, the one where the sounds came from. The top was nailed closed. "9,8,7.." Gilbert pulled at the lid, the nails loosening, only slightly. "4,3,2.."
The crates toppled over and the top of the bottom box flew up, a foot shooting out. Gilbert flew backwards with a sudden shock. Rushing up to the now open crate, Gilbert peered inside, relieved and horrified at the same time. "Valentin!" He screamed, leaning into the box. "Mm-mmn!" came the muffled reply, terrified red eyes filled with relief, surrounded by a blood-crusted face.
Gilbert's heart broke at the sight of his lover bound and gagged and bloodied; absolutely terrified. He reached into the crate and pulled Valentin up, cradling him in his arms, tears stinging his eyes as he held his lover close. Valentin yelped in pain when Gilbert hugged him tightly. His broken arm, burns and scrapes shooting pain throughout his body. Gilbert stopped and pulled Valentin away, taking a good look at him. The Romanian boy was so broken, memories of their school days flooding the silver haired man's head. The bullying, the internal torture, all of it multiplied by fifty-seven was slathered onto the blonde now.
Valentin sobbed with happiness. He finally came. Gilbert was finally here and everything was going to be okay now. They could go home and, and everything would go back to normal.
Gilbert removed the gag and the ropes binding Valentin's hands. "Gilbert!" Valentin screamed as loud as he could with his painfully sore throat. "Vali! Mein Gott, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner!" Gilbert cried, holding Valentin's blood-streaked face in his pale hands. "Well, looks like you win." Valentin's eyes widened as he looked up, the sound of a gun-shot echoing throughout the whole warehouse. Gilbert's eyes widened as his Prussian Blue winter jacket slowly became drenched with blood.
Fane had shot him in the left of his back. Valentin screamed and began to sob, holding Gilbert up. Now, Gilbert was beyond pissed. He turned his head, only to be met with the barrel of a gun. Valentin cried in his box. Fane cocked the black pistol in his hand again, "Congratulations, this was fun, but I'm afraid, I'm going to have to bring this game to a close."
The German glared at Fane with the most intense annoyance and hatred a man could muster up. "So now you're just going to shoot us? After all this effort, you're just going to shoot us?" he choked out, the pain from the gun shot radiating throughout his entire body. Fane made a noise that sounded like a giggle. "Well, if I let you go, you'll tell on me. Now, I just can't do that with a clear mind." Gilbert growled. This guy was getting on his last nerve. He kidnapped his fiancé, tortured him, made him drive around the entire country to find pieces of papers, and now that he's finally found his lover, this physco is just going to kill him? No. Oh~ no. Hell. No. Gilbert wrenched the gun out of the other's hand,. "No .Oh, no, no ,no. You're out of your mind." The German said, pointing the gun at his assailant, the pain in his back disappearing as adrenalin set in. "I'm not letting you do this."
Fane growled and was about to charge Gilbert when the irritated albino moved his hand down, shooting Fane in the knee cap. The Romanian went down with a howl of pain, gripping his knee. Gilbert marched up to him, again aiming the gun at the other knee and pulled the trigger. He threw the gun some distance away and walked back to Valentin, who cowered in the wooden box. "Come on, Vali." Gil said calmly reaching out his arms, picking him up bridal-style and carried him out of the old warehouse, leaving Fane moaning in pain and bleeding on the floor.
Valentin awoke to the sound of a heart monitor's beeps. At first his vision was blurry, but it slowly came into focus. For the first time in over week, Valentin was happy to awake in his new surroundings. He was in a hospital. A nice, safe, clean hospital. He sighed in relief and lifted his arm to feel the bandages on his face and neck, looking at the cast on his left arm. There was already a signature on it, a heart drawn in purple sharpie and the phrase "Ich liebe dich" and Gilbert's messy signature under it. Valentin smiled and traced it lightly with his fingertips. Then it hit him. Where was Gilbert? Was he okay? Is he even still alive?
Valentin shook his head. No, he couldn't think like that, of course he was alive. He was alive and he was okay. Right? A nurse walked in, checking his IV bag and other vital medical necessities. Being in a hospital made him think of Gilbert, so he prompted to ask the nurse about his fiancé. "Uhm, Miss?" He asked shyly. The nurse looked at him a moment before answering. "Yes?"
"Uhm, could you tell me how Gilbert Beilschmidt is doing? He was the one I came in with." Valentin guessed the last part. He had blacked out about halfway to the hospital. "Oh, him, yes I remember. I'm not sure how he is exactly; he hasn't woken up from his surgery as far as I'm aware of." Valentin's heart clenched. What? "S-surgery?" he asked hesitantly. The nurse nodded. "Yes. He had a near fatal gunshot wound. The bullet had pierced his lung from the back and he had substantial amount of blood loss." Valentin tried to swallow, but couldn't, a lump in his throat. "B-but, he survived right?" He asked almost frantically. The nurse sighed, "We won't know if he's completely survived the surgery until he wakes up. I'm sorry for the lack of information, Mr. Nicolae."
Valentin flopped back onto his pillows, closing his eyes to suppress his tears. "Could... could you tell me when he wakes up?" The nurse nodded, but realized he couldn't see her she vocalized her answer, "I will." The blonde sighed and put his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light. Tears slipped down the side of his face, the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor in the background.
Author's Note:I hope you enjoyed!