Alfred opened his eyes slowly, confused by the pounding in his head. He was momentarily blinded by a bright white light, and absentmindedly mumbled to himself. " Am I dead?" He mumbled, speaking to noone in particular.
It surprised him when he heard a small gasp, and felt something wrap around his right hand. " A-Alfred? no... No you not dead..." A familiar, heavily accented, voice spoke from that side of him. It sounded disbelieving, but incredibly happy. "Alfred... your not dead.." he voice whispered.
Alfred furrowed his eye bows in confusion, and turned his head slightly to look to that side of him. Pain shot up his spine, settling in the back of his neck, but he pushed it to the back of his mind, focusing his attention on the disheveled figure siting next to the bed.
Arthur's blonde hair was far messier than it usually was, which really said something, and he had slight bags under his eyes. Alfred's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed. " dude... you look horrible..." He mumbled, his throat burning from the use.
Arthur let out a dry laugh. " I'm in better shape then you are, Al. You've been in the hospital for the last week or so." The British man sighed, pulling his hand back from Alfred's.
"That man.. who came into the shop, he aimed to kill... and he would have.. If I... If someone hadn't knocked the gun off target. As it was, the bullet just got your temple. The doctors say you can't leave until their sure your alright..." He seemed to come out of a slight daze, and looked closely at Alfred's face." Are you alright? Your not in pain or anything are you?"
Alfred hesitated to answer the question, seeing as the Brit seemed to be acting rather overprotective now. Arthur seemed to note his hesitation, and growled slightly. " Alfred..." he warned threateningly. Alfred shook his head slightly, just a little bit, so as not to case that slight pain in his neck. " no Arthur... Calm down I feel fine."
Arthur seemed more at ease after that, relaxing in the chair. He looked almost asleep on his feet, er, arse. Alfred sighed, resting his hand on Arthur's cheek with little difficulty, despite the Americans condition. "Arthur... why are you here still? Just go home, and rest. Go eat some food. Dude you look like crap."
Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly. " I look like crap?" He shook his head. " I'm fine. I'm not leaving until I can be sure you're not going to fall into another coma or something."
Alfred chuckled, then winced at the pain that radiated from his head at the action. he groaned slightly, closing his eyes. Arthur jumped up, looking extremely worried, especially for the British man. "Al? Are you okay?" he questioned. Alfred shook his head again, managing to mumble. " I'm... fine Artie.. Just a small headache."
"That's complete Bollocks and you know it." Arthur growled, leaving the room, but only momentarily. A nurse came in after him, and quickly looked over his chart, and well as all of the machines around him. Basic Hospital stuff. After that she came around to the other side of Alfred. "What hurts?" She asked, in a warm, soothing voice Alfred believed all hospital staff should have.
He sighed. " Just my head, and when I move my neck, my spine..." She nodded. "We'll have to give you more painkillers. I'm afraid they will knock you out, only for a short time though..." She looked over at Arthur. " So I wold say whatever it is you want to say before he goes out." She spoke more to Arthur than Alfred, as if she knew something about the Brit that Alfred didn't.
Arthur sighed, nodding slightly. " Thank you." The nurse nodded, then did something to he IV drip, although Alfred couldn't quite see what it was. She left the room, just as Alfred was beginning to feel tired, as if he hadn't slept in hours. Arthur leaned forward. " look... Alfred... it wasn't just any other person that saved you.." He began, but Alfred cut him off. "Arthur... you look so pretty... like an angel.." He mumbled, giggling slightly. Arthur facepalmed.
"look I'm trying to tell you something important." He growled slightly, not amused by the American's woozy state.
"Awww... bt Come on Artie, it's true... ya got wings an' a halo 'n everythin'" He chuckled. Arthur's eyes widened slightly. " You... You can see them?" He questioned. Alfred made a funny face at Arthur. " Uhh.. yeah... Didn't I just.. d-describe it to ya in god detail?" Arthur looked down. "I see..Well Alfred. I saved your life."
Alfred turned his head slightly, with the smooth mobility of a drunk man. "Huh?" He felt his eyes starting to close, as he began to fade out.
" I'm an Angel, Alfred. I saved your life."
And then everything went black once again.