Hey guys, Kitty29 here with a new chapter of Colours!
Sorry about this chapter. It's certainly not one I'm very proud of but I don't know how else to tweak it .-.

Gahhh...Enjoy.

It took several days before the Doctors allowed Matthew to walk around unsupervised. Apparently when Matthew snuck out of his room the first time they thought that he was trying to escape the hospital. Since than he's had to have someone escort him everywhere. The only thing it accomplished was making him self-conscious about how many times he went to the washroom a day. It was, truthfully, a very boring experience. Yes, he was frequently visited by family and friends but they could only stay for a few hours before they had to go back to their lives—but Alfred. Alfred stayed with him for as long as he could, even going as far as fighting with a Doctor to try and stay over night. Which...Didn't end well. The Doctor had to threaten to ban him from visiting the hospital before he left.

Even though he was visited by people he always had to spend the nights by himself. For once he didn't want to be left alone. When he was alone he thought. Thinking was possible the last thing he wanted to do right now. Thinking always led to the reminder that Feliciano wouldn't have been in a coma if he hadn't touched him. That Gilbert probably hates him for something he didn't do. That Makar Brandanus was...

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts he swung his legs over the bed and stood. He had been laying there for too long and if he was right about the time school was over and Alfred would be here soon. So it didn't surprise him when he heard the door open and close.

What did surprise him however, was seeing Lovino standing there in place of his brother. He looked to him but didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? What do you say to the brother of the guy you put in a coma? Though he didn't have to say anything, for it was Lovino who broke through the tense silence.

"Does it hurt?"

Matthew blinked. "Pardon?"

Lovino vaguely gestured to the cast that was placed on his wrist just a few days prior. Matthew looked to it and made a noise of understanding.

"Oh, um, no it's fine...Well, a little bit but it's...fine..." The room was lapsed into awkward silence, neither teens looking like they really knew what to say. Lovino broke the silence again.

"How long?"

Matthew blinked. "Pardon?"

"How long until they take it off?"

"Oh, um, about two weeks or so I think..."

The Italian nodded, his eyes not meeting with the other. "Can I see it?"

"Um...Okay...?" Hesitantly, the Canadian made his way over to the older male, his unease clearly showing on his face. Upon reaching him he raised his left arm for the other to see his cast. He was surprised when Lovino held onto it with both hands and brought his forehead down to it, his eyes closed. Matthew was just about to question what he was doing when he began to feel the slight pain in his wrist slowly numb. That's right, with everything going on he had completely forgotten about Lovino's ability. Healing. After a few more seconds Lovino straightened up and gave Matthew his hand back.

"I can't fix it but it will take less time to heal." He stated, still not making eye contact. Matthew slowly nodded.

Why was he being so nice to him? He thought that Lovino would be mad at him, want to yell or place the blame on him not help sped up his recovery. Though his question was answered when Lovino spoke next.

"I need your help," Lovino said, his brow furrowed. "It's Feliciano..."

"Okay." Matthew promptly agreed. Lovino was so shocked by his quick response that he looked him straight in the eye.

"What? 'Okay?' You don't even know what I'm going to ask you to do!"

Matthew shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I'll do whatever it takes to help Feliciano because I'm..." The one who hurt him in the first place.

Lovino remained silent and stared at Matthew as if studying him. For the briefest of seconds he looked like he was about to cry but it was quickly replaced by his usual scowl. "Let's go."

Gripping onto Matthew's good hand Lovino began to pull him out of the room. Matthew willingly followed and Lovino lead him down the hallway and into what looked like another patients room. He was shocked to see that he wasn't the only one brought to help Feliciano.

Inside not only were their people from the club but there were also people from the warehouse group he often went too. Standing closest to the door was Elizabeta and Toris and after them were Yao and Bella who were whispering to each other on the other side of the small room. Mathew turned towards the bed, curious to whose room they were in and froze.

Ludwig. This was Ludwig's room and right there sitting next to him on the edge of the bed sat the guy who had told him to stay away from the the German in the first place. Gilbert.

His first instinct was to pardon himself and go back to his own room. But...If he had to ignore his friends for Feliciano then that was just what he had to do. Fully stepping into the room and closing the door behind them everyone looked up and acknowledged the two.

"Good Matthew's here," Bella stated before she looked over to Ludwig. "Now we can start."

Ludwig nodded and Matthew couldn't help but be confused. "What's going on?"

"We're brainstorming." Toris answered, and Matthew just now noticed that he was holding a notebook and pen, ready to start writing. "To see if there is anything we can do to help get Feliciano out of a coma."

Matthew's eyes went wide. "W-We can do that?"

"It's possible, aru," Yao said, crossing his arms in thought. "Lovino might be able to use his ability to wake him up but we need more information before we try. We don't want to make it worse. That's why you're here, aru. We need to know what happened when Ludwig was shot."

Matthew cringed. Although he had told the story several times before for his curious family and the police (though that was a paraphrased version), he didn't like talking about it. "Al...Alright." Matthew agreed. "If it's for Feliciano..."

Ludwig started first, recalling everything he could remember up to the point he had passed out in which Matthew took over. The room was silent as the blond retold the events and only stretched on after he had finished.

"Are you saying that Feli saved the bastard by suddenly gaining an ability?" Lovino explained, effectively breaking the silence. Matthew flinched but stood by his story.

"Yes. Nothing else can explain why Feliciano started bleeding in the same place as Ludwig's wound but an ability."

"It fits." Surprisingly, Gilbert had been rather quiet until now. "Before they let me see West I was trying to get info from some of the Doctors and one thought Feli was some kind of medical marvel. The only thing missing from his bullet wound was the bullet."

The room grew silent again as everyone let the new information sink in.

"So...If Feliciano hadn't did what he did...I would be dead." The air grew depressed at the German's statement and the room lapsed into uncomfortable silence. No one knew what to say to that. No one knew what they could say.

Jaw clutched and brows furrowed Ludwig looked upon the persons in the room. "We need to do something."

"Believe me Ludwig, we all want to do something," Elizabeta said, a bit of helplessness showing on her face. "But if Feliciano has an ability...Then that changes things."

"How?" Ludwig meant for it to be a simple question it came out more like a growl.

"Because Feliciano is a newbie he hasn't had the chance to use his powers and build up his energy," Bella answered, taking over. "Registering people will be a large shock for him that may or may not make his condition worse."

"Most likely worse, aru." Yao added.

Toris, seeing that Matthew looked a bit confused, leaned over and said, "Yao has been studying people like us for years with Bella sometimes helping him. Trying to discover what gives us these abilities," he informed while the room took on silence yet again. "That's why they're here. The rest of us are just too concerned for our own good."

"Has there ever been someone with abilities in a coma before?" Matthew asked and Toris shrugged.

"If there were I'm sure they would have said something about it."

"Gil, can you get some info from the people who brought in Feli? Anything about his condition or if he did anything funny on the way to the hospital."

"Yeah, sure Bell," Gilbert quickly agreed. "But what should we do in the meantime?"

"Wait," Yao said simply. "We should give him a week. If Feliciano's condition doesn't improve then we'll do something."

Everyone reluctantly mumbled sounds of approval back. None of them really wanted to wait that long, but it was the cautious route. The last thing they wanted to do was harm the small Italian.

Matthew looked up at the clock. "I should go. Alfred should be coming to visit soon and..."

"Thanks for your help Matt," Bella said with a smile. "Get better, okay?"

Matthew forced a small smile at her before he left the room. The people continued their conversation, even with the absence of the Canadian but Gilbert wasn't listening. He was staring at the door that Matthew had just exited from, wondering if he should follow him or not. Huh, what would Feliciano tell him if he was here...

'Do it Gil! Go after him! You can't leave him thinking you hate him! He likes you and you like him! It would be sad, ve...'

Imaginary Feliciano was right. He had to go and explain himself! He stood from the bed. "I'm gonna see if I can find the people who brought in Feli," He lied before he too exited the room.

Right, down to business. He had to go and apologize to Matthew...Again. Wow he kind of sucked at this didn't he? His awesomeness needed a tune up to become more...Awesomer-est. Awesomeberest? Awesomester?

Shaking his head of the thoughts he focused on Matthew. He had said he didn't want him near Ludwig because he told him he killed a man, which Gilbert still didn't believe. Though, truthfully, when he had said that a part of him did blame the Canadian for his brothers shooting. Then again, when he had first heard about it he had blamed everyone. He blamed Matthew for his past, himself for not being there and even Feliciano, who he now knew could have done nothing more to help the situation. Gilbert shook the thoughts from his head again with a sigh. He needed to focus on Matthew. Anything else could wait.

Reaching the room Matthew was in, Gilbert entered to find him standing with his back to him. "Matt...Matt listen I—"

"Touch me."

Well that was certainly something Gilbert didn't think he could hear. Flabbergasted, he managed out an intelligent, "huh?"

Matthew turned around to fully face the Prussian, determination in his eyes. "I want you to use your ability on me. Please."

Now this just made Gilbert more confused. No one had ever asked him to use his ability on them before—but Feliciano but that's Feliciano. "Why?"

Matthew looked away from Gilbert, his brow furrowed. "Every time I tell that story, about what happened in the alleyway, I always feel like I'm forgetting something. Something important."

"So you want me to use my ability to get it out of you?"

Matthew nodded and Gilbert frowned.

"You don't have to do this. Why won't you try telling me what happened again. And maybe then it will jog your memory—"

"I've already told this story several times, Gilbert and I can't remember anything!" Matthew turned his eyes to him again and Gilbert was surprised by how intense his gaze was. "Whatever I'm forgetting could be the key to getting Feliciano out of his coma! I need to do whatever I can to help him! Because I'm the one who..." He trailed off and turned his gaze downward. Though Gilbert had heard enough to know what he was going to say next. "Matt, look at me."

His gaze remained downward.

"Matt." He walked up to the Canadian. Putting a finger under his chin and tilting it up Gilbert forced Matthew to looked at him. "This isn't your fault. If you want to blame anyone blame the idiots who thought that shooting at each other was a good idea!"

Mathew stared at him, a sadness in his eyes that Gilbert wished he could take away.

"...I know you hate me..."-Gilbert flinched- "But please help me. If not for me then for Feliciano...Please."

Gilbert couldn't help but feel guilty. Dammit, why did he suck with this stuff so much? "Matt...I don't hate you. I never did. The only reason I said that stuff was—"

"I don't care," Matthew interrupted. "If you do this for me, I'll forgive you."

Gilbert couldn't help but blink at him. "Seriously?"

Instead of answering him Matthew just grabbed onto Gilbert's hand. Pulling off the leather glove he entangled their fingers together. "Is this good enough?"

Gilbert pulled his hand back and instead placed it on his neck, allowing his thumb to brush against Matthew's cheek. "My ability works better the closer I am to your head." It was a lie, but any excuse he could give to touch him the way he wanted was certainly good enough for him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on getting the information

...

...

Gilbert removed his hand. "This isn't working. I need to go deeper."

Matthew didn't look like he liked where this was going. "Deeper?"

"Like I said before, you're a hard guy to pull stuff out of. To get the info I have to go deeper."

"What should I do?"

Gilbert stopped to think. He had to make this work, or else Matthew wouldn't forgive him. No pressure or anything. He raised his hand until it was just in front of Matthew's face. "Put my finger in your mouth."

Matthew looked shocked, and his cheeks took on a light pink, a look that Gilbert liked a lot better then his previous serious gaze. "Wh-What?"

Gilbert couldn't help but smile, but quickly forced it down thinking he might make the other mad. "The more intimate I am with someone, the more info I get from them. And being inside you is rather intimate, huh?" He couldn't help but throw in the sexual innuendo, succeeding in his mini mission of making the Canadian's cheeks heat up even more. Matthew looked away from the older male, embarrassment showing on his face.

"F-Fine," Matthew agreed. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he grabbed onto Gilbert's hand, singled out the index finger and popped it into his mouth. Gilbert actually shivered when his finger was suddenly enclosed in such a warm, moist place. "Is it working?" Matthew asked, his words slightly slurred due to the digit in his mouth.

Gilbert remained silent, his eyes closed. Then, smirking, he plodded a second finger against his lips. "One more should do it."

Matthew flashed him a annoyed look, the flush on his face making it cuter than he intended it to be. He opened his mouth to allow the other finger into his mouth and Gilbert couldn't help but shiver again at the sudden—

"M've."

He felt himself being pushed back before a larger blond man appeared before him and bent down over the two unconscious males. That man...Wasn't he the same guy from the movie theatre? The anxious one? Why was he here? Was he...Following him?

His thoughts in a whirlpool, Matthew could only watch as the adult pulled on gloves and moved Feliciano off of Ludwig.
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"Are you alright?"

Matthew just nodded dumbly as he pulled the jacket tighter around his body, suddenly feeling rather cold. The person nodded before she went off to go help pull the larger German onto the stretcher, which was a bit more difficult now that he had woken up and was constantly wiggling around.

"Strange, very similar wounds and yet, the other one didn't wake up when we moved him."

"I hear being shot could be rather tiring."
/

Matthew couldn't help but stare at the larger blond man who had noticed his shivering and had pulled him closer to his body. He felt familiarity before with the scary looking male but now that he was so close the feeling was practically screaming at him.

"I know you," He finally said, causing the adult to look at him. He smiled, making his face seem less intimating.

"Ev'rything's g'in' ta be 'kay."

/ /hav, mi/ ...Alfred\where was\ \

What the hell, What was going on? Emotions were flooding through him and he knew none of them belonged to him. He didn't know what to do. The colours before him were rapidly disappearing and Makar was—

Gilbert was literally shoved out of the memory. He stumbled backwards, the sudden push into reality leaving him momentary dazed. He managed to keep himself upright and look at the extremely red Canadian.

"I really hope that worked!" Matthew exclaimed, his red cheeks undermining his angry look. "Or you would have almost chocked me for nothing!"

Gilbert was about to question what he was talking about until he looked down at the hand the Canadian was previously sucking on. Instead of the original two digits that were in Matthew's mouth his whole hand was wet with saliva. Oh...It would seem as though when he was stuck in the memories he had tried to, well, go deeper than was allowed. "Sorry about that, Matt, but I think I got it."

He retold what he saw, well, everything but the end part, not seeing what that had to do with the events at the alleyway. Matthew seemed a bit disappointed. "Is that all? I don't know if that will help...but I should tell Yao anyway." He rubbed his sore jaw and turned to leave the room. Well, before Gilbert grabbed onto his arm that is.

"Hold on, hold on. Those things I said before...You know I never meant it, right?"

Matthew just stared at him for a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. "Yeah, it's okay. I forgive you"

Gilbert returned the smile with a larger one of his own before he allowed the Canadian to head for the door again. "Actually, hold on. Let me ask you something."

Matthew stopped and turned back to the albino once more. "Yes?"

Gilbert wiped his hand on his shirt as he asked his question. "Who's this Makar guy? His name kept on..." He trailed off when he noticed Matthew's somewhat happy expression turn into a blank stare.

"You went too far." Was all the blond said before he left the room, leaving the puzzled Prussian to his thoughts.

The next chapters are going yo be a bit random cause I'm not to sure what order things should go in. Have everything planned but just don't know the order...ggaahhh...This is why I'm terrible with multi chapters.

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