Hey guys Kitty29 here with another short chapter of colours! Why short? Because I don't know what else to contribute and writing any more would just be confusing that's why.

Yeah. Don't be hating. (Is in weird mood right now)
Pst, I just finish up with the hospital in To Follow the Music and now I start the hospital saga in this story. Why do I enjoy putting Matt in there so much? .-.

Can't think of anything else to say mmmmmmmm
Enjoy!

Matthew was ashamed to admit that the first thing he thought of when he awoke was that his bedroom was definitely whiter than it was when he left it just this morning. The second was wondering how he managed to fall asleep on his back, a fret that he had never been able to accomplish in his short life.

Then the pain hit, and his cry was probably what ticked off the nurses that he was awake. Of course, that was also when the events of the alleyway came flooding back to him, and the nurses where forced to drug him to calm him down. Suddenly not feeling up to trashing about anymore, Matthew could only lay there listen as the nurse explain just why he was in pain.

He had sprained his wrist when he had hit it against the fallen ladder extension. If he wasn't both drugged and majorly concerned for his friends he would have found it funny. He hit his arm against the extension and the only thing he damaged was his wrist? Some of Alfred's dumb luck must be rubbing off on him. He had also apparently fainted and hit his head shortly after help arrived and hearing that was a bit embarrassing. Some help he was in that whole situation. Though honestly, he could care less about himself. What he wanted to know about was Ludwig and Feliciano. How were they fairing? Were they okay? However, every time he would ask about it the nurses would either grow silent or change the subject, which only made Matthew increasing anxious. All that the nurses had told him was that they had informed his parents he was here and that they were on their way.

So that was why, after the nurses left and the drugs have worn off, he removed any machines that were attached to him and sneaked out of his room. If they weren't going to tell him anything than he would go and find out for himself. It would be fine, he would just find out about his friends status and then go back to his room before anyone would find out he was gone. Yes, it would be fine, he just had to mind his left wrist and make sure nothing hit his head. Simple, easy, he could do it. Or at least, that's what he thought.

To avoid the same nurse that had greeted him when he had awoken, he had hidden in a supply closet that had happened to be nearby. And, well... Apparently the closet was in the middle of a very busy hallway, for people were constantly running past it. He had been stuck in there for the last ten minutes, afraid that if he left one of the people would easily recognize him as a patient and force him back into his room.

Opening up the door a crack, he looked out to see if it was save to go. No, it didn't seem like a good time. Biting his bottom lip, he withdrew when he noticed someone walk just a bit too close. Well at least it wasn't a doctor but...Wait a second...wasn't that...

Reaching out his good hand, he grabbed onto the back of the persons shirt and pulled him into the closet with him. The person gave out a yelp of surprise, though seeing who it was he relaxed slightly though he still looked surprised.

"Matt?" Gilbert questioned before he looked over the hospital gown the other was wearing. "What the hell are you doing? I heard what happened, ho—"

"Gil, I need your help," Matthew quickly cut in. "I need to see Ludwig and Feliciano, just to see if their okay! The nurses aren't telling me anything and—"

Gilbert gently placed his hands on the Canadian's shoulders to stop him. "Matt! You have to go back and rest! You have a head injury!"

"No I don't!"

"Then why are there bandages around your head?"

"...Uh..."

"Matt, what's your middle name?"

...Uh...

Suddenly feeling desperate the blond tried to reason with him. "Please! I promise, right after I see them I'll go back willingly!"

"Matt..."

"I promise! I swear on my life, please! I need to know they're okay!"

Gilbert looked away from the teen, a guilty expression on his face. "Matt, stop."

Matthew's vision began to blur slightly as tears gathered in his eyes. "Why won't you help me?"

"'Cause I don't want you near my brother right now!"

Silence filled the small room at the confession. Matthew simply stared at Gilbert, too shocked to say anything. Gilbert released his hold on the Canadian and turned his back on the other, releasing a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Listen I...," Gilbert started, still turned away from Matthew. "A month ago you told me you killed a man, and then...And then my brother gets shot."

Matthew was appalled. What? Gilbert thought that he...But he would never! "I...I, I no—" His vision momentary failed him, and the next thing he knew he was leaning heavily onto Gilbert, his head suddenly throbbing. He felt Gilbert's arms wrap around him, working to keep him on his feet. Matthew clung onto him as well, tears flowing down his cheeks at the pain in his wrist but he didn't care. All he could think about was not wanting the Prussian to leave him. Not wanting him to hate him. He would never hurt his brother! He would never do anything to hurt him!

He would never...

he would never...

...

...

...Pacing about the waiting room was the only thing he could do to keep himself from going nuts. He didn't care that he was making some of the other persons there nervous or that he must have looked crazy mumbling under his breath as he went. Something was wrong with his twin, not just physically, but mentally. He really didn't know how he knew this, but he was sure of it. Matthew was in need of his older twin and these hospital bastards were keeping them apart.

"Alfred..."

The mentioned teen continued as if he didn't hear his name.

"Alfred."

He stopped when he felt someone tugging on his jacket and he turned to see Francis looking at him with a pleading expression.

"Please sit down. You're scaring people."

Though Francis was trying to hide it with his very half arsed smile, Alfred could still see the dread and worry in his face. He tugged his jacket back and stood with his arms crossed. He wasn't sitting, but he wasn't pacing either. Damn nurse, she had said that they would be able to see Matthew in just a few minutes. A few minutes didn't mean two hours six minutes and forty seven seconds. And what the hell! They weren't even telling them anything! They said that Matthew was in some kind of 'accident' but they wouldn't say what the accident was! All they said was that of the three, he was the least unharmed, but who were the other two?

He released a low growl of frustration, not caring if he was scaring that little girl that was staring at him from across the room. He wanted, no, needed to see Matthew! He needed him right. NOW.

"Mr. Bonnefoy-Kirkland?"

The married couple stood at the call and Alfred wasted no time in walking up to the nurse.

"If this isn't about seeing Mattie then you should just leave now."

"Alfred!" Arthur pulled him away from the scared nurse. "I'm terribly sorry. Please, how is Matthew?"

The young looking nurse throw a worried glance over at the frustrated teen before looking down at the clipboard she had in hand. "I-I'm sorry for the wait. Mr. Bonnefoy-Kir—er—Matthew is stable and doing well." Hearing that caused both parents to looked relieved. "He was just sleeping before, that's why you couldn't see him. But he's awake now, if you want to see hi—I mean..." Remembering the American's threat she assumed the answer to the unspoken question. "Please...Follow me."

She turned and walked out of the room, the three males following closely behind her. She wordlessly sped up her pace when she felt the glare she could only assume belonged to the blond teen burning into the back of her head and soon the four had reached the room where the young male was staying. She opened the door for the three males who walked inside without hesitation.

"Matheiu!" Francis stumbled forward and pulled his son into a hug mumbling thanks to God under his breath.

Alfred walked forward and grasped onto one of Matthew's hands. "Mattie! Shit, you had me worried!" He laughed in relief before he wiped the tears that had foamed in his eyes.

Arthur released a breath he didn't even know he was holding before walking to the other side of Matthew's bed. He was greatly relived to see that Matthew was alright. Yes, beforehand he was told that his wrist was sprained and that he had hit his head but he was stable. Still, something wasn't right. Looking over at Matthew, really looking at him Arthur noted that the teen didn't even look like he even noticed that his family had appeared before him. He was transfixed on the television in front of him a blank, almost dead look on his face. Arthur went to touch him to get his attention but figured he had enough people hanging off him and retracted his hand.

"Matthew?" He tried calling but the blond didn't seem to hear it over both Francis' and Alfred's inaudible mumbles of relief. Arthur tried again, this time much louder. "Matthew! What's wrong?"

That caught Francis' and Alfred's attention. They pulled themselves out of their own worlds to really look at the Canadian and see that he didn't look as great as they would have wanted. With the room suddenly so quiet the television program that Matthew was watching could be heard.

"'Makar Brendanus was definitively one of the strangest prisoners I've known,' says Joeri Waldemar, the police warren of the prison Brandanus stayed at. 'Always started fights. Never seemed to regret anything. Four years was too long to put him in the chair in my opinion. Now that he's gone...'"

"He's...Dead?" Alfred marvelled aloud. He should have been happy, he should have been ranting about how much the bastard deserved it, but all he felt was cold. He appreciated when Francis pulled him closer as he continued to watch. Arthur, feeling that Matthew needed all the support he could get, reached down and squeezed onto one of his hands, in which Matthew squeezed back.

Knowing they all had comfort in each other they continued to watch the program, unable to look away.

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"You know it's really too bad you're asleep right now 'cause I'm about to say something you've probably wanted to hear for a long time." The smallest of chuckles escaped him before he went on. "I am probably the biggest idiot on the face of the earth." Gilbert looked up at his slumbering sibling, almost as if expecting him to react in some way. Of course, nothing happened. Ludwig remained still, the faint beeping of the heart monitor filling what would otherwise be a quiet room.

Like everyone but the three that were involved Gilbert also didn't know what had happened. He did, however know about his brothers status. He knew that Ludwig had been shot and that shortly after his arrival to the hospital he was rushed into the ER so that they could remove the bullet. The surgery was successful, lucky the bullet didn't reach anything vital.

Gilbert released a sigh through his nose. He wished that Ludwig was awake so that they could talk but he knew he needed rest. He had apparently lost a lot of blood, so much that he was rendered unconscious.

"It really is a good thing you're a Beilschmidt. It takes a helluva lot to wipe us out, huh?" Again Gilbert released a small, hollow chuckle. "...You know who asked for my help before I came here? Matt." He reached over a pulled one of Ludwig's large hands into his own smaller, leather clad one before he continued. "He tried to sneak out of his room just so he could make sure you and Feli were okay, even with his messed up head. 'Course he didn't last long. Collapsed soon after he ran into me and the Doctors took him back to his room. But you know what I said to him? I told him not to see you because he might have been the one who shot you."

He groaned before thumping his head on the bed. "Well, I didn't actually say that but it was implied. I just...I just wanted him to not worry about you so that he could focus on himself. The first thing that comes to mind? 'Don't come near my brother! You shot him!' God...He's probably more worried now." He sighed before he stopped talking to beat himself up inwardly. God he felt so unawesome right now. He knew he was bad with words but holy shit, some guy with half his vocabulary could have probably come up with a better excuse.

"Shit, I sound like a chick right now." Gilbert decided to say aloud. "Sorry for taking your job."

"East...Shut up."

Gilbert's head snapped up to see Ludwig looking back at him through his glazed, slightly pained stare. Gilbert couldn't help but smile.

"Hey West. How are you feeling?"

Ludwig made a disapproving noise before he reached up with the hand that Gilbert wasn't holding and wiped his face. "Like shit," he answered.

"You look like shit," Gilbert replied, and he was telling the truth. Ludwig's current skin tone was one that could rival his albino brothers, and only made the deep sickly looking bags under his eyes stand out more.

Ludwig tried to adjust himself but stopped when pain shot through his side. "What happened? Where am I?"

"Don't you remember? You were shot. You're at the hospital but look at you now! Only a few hours after surgery and you're back on your feet!"

Ludwig froze. "I was in surgery?"

"Well, yeah. How else could they get this out?" This this point Gilbert reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullet. Ludwig stared at it with wide eyes.

"That..."

"Was inside you, yeah. Thought I would hold onto it for you," Gilbert said with a smirk, looking thoughtfully at the object. "Maybe you can make it into a necklace or something, showcase your bad ass ways."

Ludwig just stared at him incredulously, not sure if he was joking or not. "...I would never wear it."

That just caused the albino to laugh before silence fell upon the two, Gilbert giving his brother time to fully comprehend everything he had just told him. After several minutes, Ludwig finally asked the question that Gilbert was waiting for.

"How are Feliciano and Matthew?"

"Matt's fine," Gilbert quickly answered. "He hit his head and I think something wrong with his arm but other than that he's fine."

Ludwig nodded, allowing a small sigh of relief to pass his lips. "And Feliciano?"

An eerie silence descended upon the brothers and Ludwig looked to Gilbert to find his gaze elsewhere. "Gilbert?" Ludwig said, trying to get his attention. Still the Prussian refused to make eye contact and a bad feeling blossomed in the pit of his stomach.

"Gilbert." This time his tone was much more stern, albeit shaky. "How is Feliciano?"

Gilbert looked to him, his expression hard to read. "...The doctors did all they could."

Ludwig felt as if someone had grabbed into his heart and twisted it. No...Feliciano wasn't...He couldn't be...

"He's here, in the hospital, I saw him a few minutes ago."

Though hearing that was a great relief, the German couldn't help but feel as if the bad news was only yet to come. His instincts were right.

"Feli's in coma, West. I don't know when he's waking up."

SNAP.

I'm sorry if the next couple of chapters are going to be a bit short. A lot of stuff is going to happen in the hospital but I don't want to overwhelm you with everything. So I might just split it into two or three more chapter before it's moves on. Or maybe not, I'm so bad at planning (It was really a stoke of luck that the countdown from before was accurate my god that was my biggest fear.)

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