Pale skin glowed in the moonlight. There was something moving in the corner of the room. Something that shouldn't be here, in this place of darkness.

He stepped closer, his movements slow because of lack of nutrients. As he moved closer to figure, he got a glimpse of blonde hair, a curl laying limp in front of dull violet eyes. Fingers working on untying the rope around the figure's wrist.

"Who?"

"…"

As he moved closer, he was stunned. He was staring at a young blonde man, looking fragile and broken, blonde hair matted to his forehead. Here sitting in a corner of his new room is Matthew Williams, who shouldn't be here. He should be in a nicer hospital, one that didn't have nurses who kicked and pulled hair, one that didn't have dark hallways and even darker rooms. Matthew doesn't belong to here, with him of all people.

"Mattie?"

The blonde head slowly went up and he was faced with how different he looked like. Matthew was not Matthew but someone else entirely.

"My mind is playing tricks again."

"What? No, it's me, Gilbert."

Matthew lifted his tied hands to his face and started scratching. He started screaming at the top of his lungs, for Alfred, for Arthur, for him, Gilbert.

"Oh, Mattie," Gilbert said, racing over as fast as he could. Kneeling in front of the distressed blonde, he pulled the hands away from the bleeding face. "Please believe me when I say that I'm Gilbert."

Matthew cried to sleep, Gilbert holding him down, protecting his face from more self harm.

Sound, color, light, warmth. It felt wrong in some way. I don't have any of these things. I should have silence, darkness, cold. Why do I feel like someone is with me, holding me, singing a lullaby?

I tried to lift my head from the somehow warm pillow, hoping to see if there is someone there, or if it's just my hopeful, fragile heart.

Opening my eyes, I was faced with a sudden urge to cry. Because, laying with his head on the pillow, closed eyes that I know are blood red, is Gilbert. I want to hope this isn't a dream conjured up by my lack of brain power. I pray everything I know that this isn't a dream. And as I lay my hand over his heart, feeling the even rhythm of his heart, I know that everything I wished for came true.

A/N: One more chapter to go and we are done here. Again review and I will update sooner.