AteKake: Well, I just had to write more cause of a sudden rush of feels that I had while looking on my Tumblr dashboard.
Also, you may notice that I mention angels and that necklace a lot, those things will eventually play a key role in the story.
Warnings: USUK, character deaths, yaoi, lots of angst, and complicated plot.
Also, I have no idea what medical terms are and what is the name of specific equipment so please bear with me.
His heart was racing as Arthur was slamming on his gas pedal. The Brit was crouched forward, right up against his steering wheel with his teary eyes fixated on the road. "Bloody hell. Bloody hell. Bloody hell. Bloody hell!" Arthur constantly screamed as his heart was pounding. The street lights zoomed by him as Arthur sped by all the lone and dark buildings. The whole city of London even seemed to know Arthur's mood.
The few five minutes of driving from their small home to the nearest hospital seemed like a lifetime of separation to him. Hell, those five minutes were killing Arthur on the inside, thus he felt accomplished as he found a parking spot in the empty lot of the hospital.
In his worry, Arthur immediately turned off his small car, quickly getting out of it. He slammed the small door powerfully (not really meaning to do so), and locked the vehicle as fast as he could, speed walking towards the entrance and fixing his messed hair. Arthur wiped his swollen eyes, not really doing much.
The Briton entered through the automatic doors, stopping right at the front desk. He panted from walking quickly, as well as stress, and most likely looking like a complete mess in front of the lady working there. She looked at Arthur a bit sympathetically.
The lady swiveled in her small chair, looking directly at Arthur. "Welcome to the London Bridge Hospital. How may we help you?" she asked in a kind voice.
Frantic and concerned, Arthur panted a bit pausing between his words, "I-I am… h-here for… Alfred F…. J-Jones." The Brit rested his two hands on the counter, trying to balance himself. He cursed at himself mentally for being so informal and placing his hands where they were. It was not one bit gentlemanly.
The woman nods sadly. It seemed like a lot of people probably knew of his love's condition. The kind lady pointed down the hallway, Arthur's eyes following the direction of where she was directing him towards. "Down his hallway and straight to Emergency Room Number 1. He should be right there," she said with gentle eyes.
Arthur nodded his head, thanking her quickly before speeding once again towards the room. He could see the room number grow larger and closer as he neared the hospital room; his footsteps in a hypnotic and quick pattern.
The Brit slowed down a bit, calming himself by taking in deep breathes and holding in his hand that one necklace once more. One last deep breath and he slowly and quietly opened the door, peering through a small slit. He couldn't believe his eyes:
Alfred was hooked up to many machines, a breathing tube was on his nose to help supply him with the proper amount of oxygen. A few I.V's must have already been taken because of the tube taped onto his arm. The poor American was already in a neck brace, the blue and usually vibrant eyes were dulled as he stared down at the floor. There was another machine also hooked up to him, a small and strange heartbeat emitted from it. In the near silence of all of it, Arthur could barely make out uneven breathes from Alfred.
Tears formed in his eyes once again, but Arthur immediately wiped them away with his sleeve, not caring about how he looked. He slowly opened the door all the way, carefully walking into the room with small and quiet footsteps. He was already at the side of Alfred's bed within a couple of seconds, looking over his injured body with tears forming once more.
Alfred was now looking up at Arthur, his eyes brightened a little bit and a weak smile came from him. He opened his mouth slightly, taking in a breath in hopes to say something to Arthur.
In response to Alfred's actions, Arthur shook his head, moving his hand to Alfred's, gently running his hand against Alfred's. He smiled sadly. "No, Alfred. Don't push yourself," he said in a gentle and soothing voice.
Said person smiled, his face lighting up the slightest bit. Stubborn as he was, Alfred began speaking anyway. "Arthur, I'm so glad that you're here," he started, moving his hand to be atop Arthur's to weakly squeeze it, "Stay with me."
Arthur nodded his head, moving the small chair nearest to the two of them with his foot. He sat down, still desperately squeezing Alfred's hand back. He smiled, "Of course, I will."
Alfred gave the best cheery smile that he could muster, mouthing a silent 'I love you,' to Arthur.
As a loving response, Arthur whispers back, "I love you too." The Brit then moved over to Alfred, smiling once more before moving his lips towards Alfred's forehead, giving it a light but meaningful kiss. He moved back, looking Alfred directly in his eyes.
Thinking about Alfred's situation and how he appeared at the very moment, the tears that he had tried to hold back began flowing down his cheeks. As much as Arthur had tried to hold them back, the small drops of water were now cascading down his face. Why? Just why did this have to happen to Alfred of all people? After all, he was Arthur's hero. He had always been such a good person, why did this have to happen? Of all things… The questions circling his mind were causing more and more tears to fall.
In the midst of all this, Alfred still tried gripping onto Arthur's had tighter. "Come on, Artie. Don't cry for me. You know that I'll always be strong. I did mention over more than like a billion times to you that I am a hero. The hero never dies!" he said weakly (weakly compared to how loud Alfred usually is).
Arthur wiped his eyes once more, giving a sad laugh. "Yes, the hero never dies," he responded. Although, the both of them knew that Alfred was lying.
Smiling once more, Alfred looked at Arthur. "Hey, Arthur. Can you remind me of our promise? You know, of becoming one another's guardian angel," he said, rubbing his thumb on the top of Arthur's own hand.
The said person nodded, smiling.
"The two of us were just… happily chatting in that café closest to our home. For some reason that I can't remember, we began talking about angels. We were confident that we would both become each other's guardian angel, alive or dead-" he began.
Alfred stepped in that moment, "Correction," a small laugh, "We 'are' confident that we will become each other's angel."
That's the Alfred Arthur knew, a cheery lad who loves to jokingly correct Arthur. "Right, Love. Anyhow, we talked about always watching over each other and staying by one another's side," he states soothingly, yet sadly. Arthur kept his hand still with Alfred's, rubbing his hand. "It was just a simple thing that we said, Love. Nothing too much."
Alfred smiled at Arthur, slowly brought his lover's hand to his own lips, kissing him. "I love you so much, Arthur," he said, closing his eyes with a deep breath, "I'm tired. I want to rest myself."
Arthur gave out a sigh, knowing that Alfred's fatigue was never a good sign. He knew that Alfred might have meant that he was... No, it did mean that Alfred was dying and that was the cold, reality. "Of course, Alfred. I love you so much more," he said softly. No matter how many times they both repeated this, Arthur could never think that it was too cheesy or that they said it too much. He moved their two hands to his cheek, cradling Alfred's with his own. Tears endlessly flowed from his now shut eyes, as he repeated, "I love you so much. Stay with me. I love you so much. Stay with me," in a hypnotic manor.
One last smile came from Alfred as he his breathing steadied a bit, the monitor of his heart giving out slower, and softer beeps. He closed his eyes and saw total darkness, knowing that he was soon to never see Arthur again. He was so young, yet life said that his was now over.
In the silence of everything, Arthur mentioned one last thing to Alfred, quickly taking out the angel wing necklace that he had given him. "Be my guardian angel, just like what we had talked about."
A long, and endless buzz came from the machine monitoring Alfred's heart.
He was gone. Alfred had died.
Arthur's main concern at the moment was just that Alfred got his last wish of him, and that they actually, miraculously see each other once again.