Alfred's POV

I haven't seen Mathew since last dinner, and I'm getting worried. Its been two days since I've heard from him. I'll have to go visit him.
I slipped on some jeans and put on a white shirt to cover up a Superman T-shirt I was wearing. As I was headed out the door, Tony stopped me.
"Where are you going this early?" he demanded.
"I gotta go check on my brother. I haven't heard from him. He should've called me by now, or something," I said hastily.
"Aren't you meeting up with Kiku later?" Tony asked.
Shoot. I had forgotten about that. I glanced up at the clock to find that it was only 9:38 in the morning. Our date's at 6:00PM, so I shouldn't be long, right?
"It shouldn't take long, but thanks for the reminder," I said. "Besides, blood is thicker than water. If I have to stay longer, I will. I'll just cancel the date anyway." And with that, I took my jacket and left.
I got in my car and started driving to my brother's house. About halfway, something white moved across the road quickly. I slammed my foot onto the brakes, hoping not to run over the white creature passing by. As soon as I stopped, it ran to the side of my car and started clawing at my door.
I looked out my car window and quickly recognized the creature. It was Kumajiro, Mathew's talking pet polar bear. I opened my car door and let him in without even thinking about it.
"What happened to Mathew?" I asked without even greeting the bear.
"Who? Oh right!" he said, trying to gather his thoughts. "Oh, it was terrible! I've never been so scared in my entire life!"
"What happened?!" I demanded, almost losing control of my car for a moment.
"Okay, so get this; he was going to go propose to ponytail girl, and when he got there, there was that Italian guy with her. He got so mad, he kicked them out and destroyed the house when they left." the bear explained. "I never knew the guy could yell so loud."
"And what are you doing out in the middle of the road?" I asked.
"Oh, he passed out after he finished his tantrum. His hands were all messed up, and I tried to bandage them, but I don't have thumbs, so it was difficult. They need attention. I couldn't wake him up at all. I tried everything, but nothing would work. I figured I should call for help, but I forgot the number for 911. So I left outside and tried to go to your house, but I got lost. Everyone who saw me freaked out, especially when I tried talking to them. And then you almost ran me over just now, so there. That's the story."
I wiped some sweat from my forehead and began to speed up. "So, he's been out for two days?" I asked, nervously.
"Well, I don't know, since I was lost in the neighbor hood," he replied.
I pulled over into Mathew's driveway and ran up to his front door. I began knocking furiously.
"Mathew! Are you in there! Open the door!" I shouted, realizing how stupid that was. Of course he was in there! I just wanted a response. I tried the door handle, and it was locked. I turned to look at Kumajiro.
"You locked the door?!" I asked angrily.
"Well, I was told I should always lock the door when leaving so-"
"How are we going to get in there?!" I yelled.
I began kicking the door, trying to smash it in or something.
"Over here!" Kumajiro called out, pointing at a broken window. I picked him up and put him through the window, careful not to let his limbs touch the edges of the broken glass.
"Okay, now open the window so I can get in without cutting myself," I said.
He opened the window and I climbed in, realizing that this must look like a break in to anyone watching. It took me a moment to take in what I was seeing. Kumajiro wasn't exaggerating when he said the place was a mess. It was like there was a tornado that had just passed through.
"Where is he?" I asked, finally.
"Over there," he said, pointing to a large pile of mess.
I ran over to the area, finding my brother in a condition that was just so heartbreaking. His face was dirty, and you could see the tracks of his tears. And like Kumajiro said, his hands were pretty messed up. They had dried out blood. He was still wearing the shirt stained from our food fight. He didn't look too messed up, but he certainly wasn't fine.
"He's in the same position he was when I left!" the bear exclaimed.
"You mean he hasn't moved?!" I was freaking out now.
"Mathew! Mattie, wake up!" I yelled. "Please, wake up!"
I tried to see if there was anything I could do to help him. I felt so helpless, just seeing him there, destroyed.
"Go outside and call for help. I'll call 911" I said to Kumajiro.
I pressed my fingers up to his neck, checking for a pulse. When I felt his pulse, I exhaled, realizing I had been holding my breath.
I took out my phone and dialed 911.

Everything happened in a blur. There was a large group of people watching as the ambulance arrived. It happened quickly, everyone rushing, the drive to the hospital, all without knowing what was wrong with my brother.
Arthur and Francis rushed over hear as soon as they had heard. There was a bit of questioning to figure out how Mathew ended up the way he is, and it was Kumajiro who revealed almost the entire situation.
After Mathew was situated in the hospital properly, the doctors had told us that it was a stroke induced by stress. They said he'll be okay, but I feel like they only said that to make us feel better, but then again, why would they lie?
All I know is that I could never forgive Michelle, or Lovino.