AN: Right off the bat, my Spanish teacher wanted the class to say this city in Mexico. I couldn't spell it... let alone say it. xD It had ten syllables and started with 'para' and ended with 'cauro.' Or something like that. .-. And my World History was telling us what'll we be going over for the semester and she told us that we'll be going over French revolutions. All three or four of them. I was like, 'Oh I love you Francis.' Last update for awhile. :]

Bored, bored, bored, booooredom… "God there's nothing to do." The still bedridden man mumbled to himself as he fiddled around with his hospital gown. The thing was big, hideous, and kind of felt funny against his skin. But hell, it was rather entertaining when his usual source of fun times was gone.

Yeah, gone.

Gilbert was starting to think that Matthew wasn't in the bathroom.

Dammit, I'm alone. His lips pulled into a grimace all on their own, but he couldn't really blame his body. Being alone was the reason he was in the hospital in the first place. "God, I really hate being alone." He snapped as his finger finally managed to punch a hole through his gown.

"Oh, I'll keep that in mind the next time I leave then?"

Gilbert looked up in surprise, relaxing a bit when he realized that it was Matthew standing there with a dumbstruck look on his face. Then he remembered his past two hours of absolute boredom and the disappointment settled in again. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Kid, what were you doing in there? Drugs, masturbating, gang banging…?"

Matthew frowned, crossing his arms over his chest in response. "Well I'm insulted. After I went to all the trouble of getting these for you." He pulled out a prescription container and tossed it over to Gil. The man caught it with ease and looked up at Matt for explanation.

"I overheard my dad talking about how you weren't taking your medicine." Matt said as he went over to where he usually sat. "They think that you can take care of yourself now, but now they're thinking about using an IV if you don't start taking it."

"An IV?"

"Or something like that. I just remember you have to take your medicine."

"Oh." Gilbert looked down at the translucent bottle with distress in his eyes. He looked back up at Matthew, violet eyes meeting red for a brief moment. He passed the bottle over to his other hand. "I'll take it later."

"Now. Please?"

"I don't really want to…"

"Fine, if not for you… than for me?" Matthew asked, clasping his hands together.

Gilbert warily eyed him, some guilt starting to settle down into his gut. "Well I don't know—"

"For your brother tha—"

That pleasantly embarrassed expression disappeared in a heartbeat, the look on his face now unusually stony. He grimaces before tossing the container back to Matthew who fumbles with it (after it hit him square in the forehead). "No is no, kid."

"Hey… what happened between you and your brother?"

"A lot of stuff happened."

Matt scoffed. "Obviously." He watches Gilbert for a few more seconds, the man looking more depressed than upset. He quickly decided that he preferred an upset Gilbert to a depressed one. That look just doesn't suit him.

He tosses the container back, it hitting the man right above the ears. "Just open it, it'll make you a lot happier."

"Really." The surly man replies, rolling his eyes as he cups it in his hands.

The sarcasm is undetected by Matt. "Really, it'll make you happier. I swear on my mother's grave." Gilbert takes his eyes off what's in his hands and watches as the other holds up his right hand and marks an 'x' over his heart.

For some reason, he didn't really trust that determined look on the blonde's face. Though it makes him look a bit more manly. He noticed as Matthew continued daring him to open it with his eyes. Gilbert simply tipped his head to the side. Oh… he kind of looks like a girl from this angle, really pretty—Okay. That's enough thinking.

He opened it, aiming it away from his face just in case Matthew decided to go bad comedian on him and stuffed those fake snakes in there.

A small smile was on his face when he saw what was inside the container.

"You stuffed a cornflower into a prescription bottle?"

"… It's a nice surprise right?"

"Nice, but kind of creepy." Gilbert confessed as he fished the pretty blue flower out. He ignored his friend's questions of why it's creepy, choosing to focus on the flower instead. Such a pretty thing, so complicated and detailed on the outside, but once you get to the center it was so very simple. No wonder people pair it with poppies. They match.

"You know, poppies and cornflowers look really good together. They match. Conflict, but match."

"Like the variables to an equation."

That killed it. "What?"

"Bad simile? Did it make sense? I-I'm not very good at making my own—"

"Just… just don't talk about math and you'll do fine, kid."

"O-Okay..."

They fell into their routine silence. Now, Matthew wasn't the type to go against 'routine' but he could make an exception, just this once. He wasn't going to let Gilbert be the one to break the silence again. He didn't want the man to think that… he didn't like hanging out with him or something. He really didn't want him to think that.

"So um… how do you like them?"

He wanted to slap himself for that grand conversation starter.

"I like them." He motioned the younger man towards him, easily slipping the flower behind Matthew's ear. He leaned back to admire his work, a goofy smile threatening to break out. "You look like such a girl."

"Oh wow, thanks."

"It was a compliment."

"Really. Really?"

"Yeah, it was." Gilbert replied with a laugh. "Why, do you not trust the awesomeness that is me or something?" His right hand rose up and he placed his left hand over his heart. "I swear, that was a compliment. Really."

The other just shook his head in mock disbelief before gently shifting Gilbert to the side. Gil leaned against Matthew's side as the blonde sat down next to him.

"You know, I really thought you were going to ask me why I got you cornflowers this time."

"Well I already know. I'm a survivor… of life." He pointed into the distance for dramatic effect, but honestly… Matthew thought he looked rather funny.

"Well you're obviously alive—but not for long if you don't start taking your pills." He stifled a chuckle at the look on Gilbert's face. It was like he heard this type of conversation one time too many… and knowing him, that was probably true.

"I don't want to take them though."

"Why not?"

"B-Because…" Gilbert was finding it harder and harder to protest with the way Matt was looking at him. Freaking… don't start turning into a pansy now.

"Come on, Gil! Gilly-boy. Gil-poo. Pooh bear… snookums?"

He knew that he was just teasing him, but that didn't stop the heat from rushing to his face. "No is no dammit."

"Pleeeeaaase?"

"No!"

"At least give me a reason all right?"

"No." It's embarrassing.

"Come on, I might be able to help."

Dammit, he was losing this battle. His will was just draining away because of this blonde sitting next to him. Dammit. "You're going to keep bothering me if I don't tell you… aren't you?"

A little red flag went up in Matthew's mind and his playful mood disappeared into his usual worry. "I wouldn't consider it bothering… really." He started out hesitantly, blue-violet eyes suddenly finding his short nails very interesting. "More like uh, a playful form of worry?"

"Yeah… suuuure."

"Okay, so, um… are you going to tell me why you aren't going to take your medicine?"

Now it was German's turn to blush. "Uh, well…" He mentally chided himself for sounding a lot like a love-struck teenager. He passed that phase, no more awkward boners, no more awkward growth spurts, no more awkward anything really. "Don't laugh, it's embarrassing."

"I won't laugh."

"Promise?"

"Gil, you're acting like a kid."

"Nothing wrong with acting carefree—"

"Gil, now? You know, before one of us dies from cardiac arrest?"

"That's not funny! We're in a fucking hospital—"

"Okay, okay!" He held up a hand to stop the man's ramblings and much to his surprise, it worked. "No more hospital jokes if you tell me why you won't take the pills. I-I… I really am worried for you, Gil."

I know. He swallowed thickly, fingers moving to remove the cornflower from Matthew's hair. He toyed around with it in silence for a few minutes, red eyes avoiding his worried gaze. "They're for my neurological problems, right?"

He didn't wait for Matt to answer, he knew it was because part of his brain wasn't functioning as well as it originally did. Fucking coma. "If you're some sort of hallucination that I'm having…" His face was burning now. Ears were burning more badly though. "I don't really want to… I don't want you to… you know."

Gilbert let out a weak protest as Matthew pulled him into a hug. "I'm not going to disappear because you start taking your medicine." He mumbled, but Gilbert heard him perfectly. "The nurses saw me so that means I'm actually here… right?"

"Yeah…" He mumbled, resisting the urge to bury his face into Matthew's shoulder. This moment was already so… wussy, no need to bring his manly pride down any more. "But! I swear you're like a drug or something!"

And I can't believe I just said that.

That gentle smile on Matthew's face faltered and Gilbert could have sworn he saw something like misery in his eyes as he pulled away from Matt's embrace. Just my imagination. He told himself as Matt smiled brightly at him again.

"You can't OD on this drug!" Matthew proclaimed confidently, jabbing a finger at his own chest. His hands disappeared into his hoddie and he pulled out a second prescription bottle. He handed it over.

Gilbert gave him a weak smile as he finally surrendered (Matthew obviously was going to keep pestering him if he didn't) and swallowed the pills dry.

He wasn't sure what it was that he said, hell, he didn't even know when he said it… but he noticed that Matthew seemed a bit sluggish. More depressed, frail, and sickly. Kind of like when he first saw him sleeping.

It made him feel weak.

He would kill for some of his antidepressants right now.