YAYEH. Enjoy ;]
ciao!
-Emmy
The only thing you got was pain in your chest. It was preventing you from moving, from waking up. You wish it would go away. The only thing you could see was Ludwig's worried face burned into your retinas. You wanted to wake up, and tell him you're okay, tell him your fine like he said you would be… but you couldn't. It was as if you were stuck in the world between sleep and real life, sometimes fading in and out between the two. You were nearly certain you'd died that day… but it didn't seem that way, because you were hearing voice of people who weren't close to death. Gilberts, your parents, even Francis and Antonio! But, what voice you heard the most was Ludwig. Mostly in German, as if he didn't want you to know what he was saying, he spoke every day to your nonresponsive body.
"Ich hoffe, Sie bald aufwachen…" He rubbed up your arm and nearly flinched at how cold your skin seemed. "Wohnen ein Tag ohne dein Lächeln ist die Hölle. [1]" He laughed sadly.
"Ich hätte … Weg in die Hölle an diesem Tag, wenn du mich verlassen hast…" He mumbled.
'Ludwig! I'm here I'm right here…' You could only think.
"Just.. Wake up for me…" He whispered and grabbed hold of your hand.
'I can try…' the sensation of someone holding your hand struck you as you attempted to move.
He was about to let go of your nearly stone cold hand, but he felt it twitch inside his own. Looking upwards, he noticed your eyes. The green eyes looked at him, and he nearly fainted. He thought he was never going to see those eyes again…
You could taste nothing in your dried out mouth. The sound of heart monitors filled your ears, and the face of Ludwig filled your vision… Where you dreaming again? You tried saying his name, but it came out a gargled mess.
He only whispered your name as he put his hand onto your cheek. You looked at him, and tried to smile. He was smiling… And it was rare for him to smile a true, genuine smile like the one he was donning now. You looked over to the side table, noticing flowers that were placed on it. When you looked back at the German, you noticed he held up a glass of water. You quickly allowed him to give it to you, thinking it would help your parched throat and allow you to really talk to him.
His name actually did come out, "L-Ludwig…" You reached for him.
He grabbed hold of your hand again, "Yes... I'm here…" he whispered. "And so are you."
You looked at him, "w-what happened to me?" you asked, and tried to sit up. Pain shot through your body like nothing else, and you yelp and sat back down.
"I wouldn't move or try to just yet… the doctors say your aren't ready."
"B-but what happened?"
He thought back to that day…"You... You were shot in the chest." He looked like he wanted to cry, "When I found you… they said if I didn't, you would've died in that hallway."
You could vividly remember the action that happened on that day, which only caused more pain to radiate from your wound. "I'm so glad I found you…" he whispered. "I'm so glad you survived... Because now I can finally tell you that," He paused and looked up at you, "I-I can finally tell you that I love you."
You swore the heart monitor started to go faster when those words left his lips. Remember back, the last thing that he told you before you blacked out…were I love you…
"L-Ludwig." You whimpered, "i-i…"
"I do understand if you don't feel the same way about me…" He smiled sadly, "I'm not much of a ladies man like my brother."
You forced yourself to grip his hand tighter, "I-I can't believe you finally said that to me..." You smiled, "Ludwig Beilshmidt…" his full name fell from your tongue, "I love you."
1-I hope you wake up soon… Living a day without your smile is hell.
2-I would've gone to hell if you left me that day.