Arthur P.O.V.

I felt the warmth from his hand as he took me to the cafeteria, my hand however was icy-cold. How long away was this damned place, my body was exhausted despite resting quite nicely, (nice compared to how I usually cannot get at most an one hour of sleep).

Slowly, I began to hear the rumble of voices from the distance, I sighed.

"Noisy buggers aren't they?"

"Yeah, we try to tell them to be a little quieter, but they just don't listen." The man next to me replied loudly.

"The same could be said to you." I muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Helló, Alfred- Oh hey, is that the new patient?" It took me mere seconds to recognise that voice as a Hungarian woman, from the height the voice came from she would be maybe... 5'2, 5'3? Early twenties. Ever since I lost my vision, I trained myself to be able to identify little things in people that others may not think to look into. I'm not saying that it's a boon to be blind; however, it did strengthen my knowledge.

"Hiya Elizabeta, this is Arthur!" I shook my hand free of his grip, and held my hand out in the direction where I could sense Elizabeta was standing.

"It's nice to meet you Arthur!" And I felt a strong grip on my hand and a rather over-the-top shake almost made me stumble.

"A-ah, careful Eliza, he's bli-"

"Oops, yeah sorry!" The lady laughed.

"It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Miss Elizabeta." I replied, smiling.

"Did you hear that Alfred? He called me a Miss, a Miss!"

I heard Alfred chuckle at the woman's little squeals, before he gasped and spoke.

"Um, Eliza... Where is Roderich?"

I heard the woman's hair swish as she snapped her head around.

"Argh, that man has obviously gone and lost himself again! I'll have to go Arthur, it was nice meeting you!" And I heard hurried footsteps fading.

Alfred chuckled again, I really liked his chuckle; there was something warming about it... Something kind. Something fresh.

"That's Roderich I guess, always getting lost."

"Who is this 'Roderich'-bloke?" I asked, as my hand was taken again to be pulled again towards the noisy location. I didn't like being touched, but I wouldn't complain, especially because his body heat was warming my chilled blood.

"Ah, he's an odd dude." My eye twitched at the word 'dude'. "I've never talked to him, Elizabeta is the only one he's close to, he's got Schizotypal personality disorder*. Elizabeta says he is Austrian and has incredible musical talent, especially playing the piano. Some of us are lucky enough to hear him playing as we go past his therapy room, he is very good." Alfred mused.

I hummed in reply.

"And here we are, you sit there." He softly pushed me down onto a stool. "I'll go get you your breakfast today as a treat, do you want tea, coffee or water?"

"Tea would be nice, thank you."

"Alright then!" And I heard him bounding off surprisingly, despite the racket these lot were making.

That's when I heard someone shout.

"Oi, bastard, You're staring at me, quit it."

It was across the table from me, Italian... 5'8, 5'9,5'10? It was harder to determine since the man was sitting down... Early twenties again, perhaps twenty-three?

Maybe he was talking to me, so I slowly lowered my head.

I could feel the man's eyes boring into my head, I just hoped Alfred would come back quicker. And just then, it was like someone answered my prayers.

"Artie, I've got your tea and cereal!" Shouted an American through the crowd.

"Oi, you've got that hamburger-bastard today, I fucking feel for you."

"I heard that Lovino, don't make me pull on that curl of your's again."

The Italian muttered what I presumed to be curses in his language. Alfred slowly lowered a paper cup in my hand, not letting go of it before asking if it was too hot. I could guess the man across the table was watching.

"You don't fucking baby-sit me like that, bastard." He grumbled, and I heard him take a large slurp of his beverage.

"Well unlike you, Arthur doesn't have the privilege of-"

"Being able to see." I added, I was fed-up of the bloke having to repeatedly say it for me.

I'm sure that shocked Lovino, he was the one that told me to stop staring. I don't feel sympathy for his supposed guilt at the moment, but I understand he didn't know.

There was no other word through-out the breakfast from the Italian, however when we were leaving for one-on-one**, I heard a whispered apology from the familiar voice.

I told Alfred I wanted to go outside for a little while, during our one-on-one... There were many patients crying inside, the majority of which I guessed to be bulimic.

I breathed in, letting the fresh, outside air fill my lungs. Of course, it never felt good. Not after that, nothing felt good after that...

He wrapped his arms around me, as we sat on the grassy hill, drinking in the cool breeze and warm sun.

"Mon petit lapin, breathe it in." He kissed me gently on the collar-bone.

"Breathe what in, darling?" I replied, feeling my skin warm up where-ever his soft lips were placed.

"Le air, mon amour, le air." He combed my messy hair with his slender fingers, causing shivers to ripple down my spine.

"I'm breathing it in now, love..."

"Non," he paused to press his lips against my neck. "You're not breathing it in, mon cher, simply letting it fill your lungs." He mumbled, muffled against my skin.

"Oh?" I hummed. "How can I breathe then, dear?" Tilting my head back to meet him in a long kiss. Breaking apart, I gasped for air.

"Like that, Arthur, like that." And we joined in a kiss again.

My un-seeing eyes filled with tears, my whole body shook. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe. Help me. Help me. The last thing I registered to mind, was Alfred shouting my name.

I feel so good after completing a chapter, so how did you find it? I still need some more characters in the hospital, so give me your ideas. So, we had a meeting with Elizabeta and a missing Roddy, a grumpy Italian and a flashback from the past. Which means, more translations! But first, I have put stars in this chapter to help you with some of the things you may not understand.

*= Schizotypal personality disorder; is a personality disorder characterized by a need for social isolation, anxiety in social situations, odd behavior and thinking, and often unconventional beliefs. (I felt this worked for Roddy, and so mhm).

**= One-on-one; Patients who are bulimic are put on one-on-one after each and every meal, which means a nurse must accompany you at all times because they don't trust them not to vomit up their food. This upsets them greatly and most cry. I don't think Arthur is bulimic in this, but in my story I changed one-on-one to something, more so that nurses would just check-up with their patients. Of-course, I don't even think in mental hospitals they get assigned a nurse, but for my storyline I changed it. I can't help it, I haven't experienced it. I've done my research, that's all I can do.

Translations:

Mon petit lapin = My little rabbit

Le air, mon amour, le air. = The air, my love, the air.

Non = No (simple French)

Mon cher = My dear