Antonio sighed as his friends left and leaned back in his bed, closing his eyes and thinking about Lovino. Would his friends actually call him? Would Lovino even want to see him? It was Antonio's fault they had been in a car accident after all... He groaned and opened his eyes again only to find the room dark. How long had his eyes even been closed? He rolled over, wincing a little as pain shot up his side. God he was still sore for some reason... Why wouldn't the pain go away yet? Needless to say, Antonio didn't sleep that much. He hurt every time he moved in bed and he couldn't stop thinking of the Italian. Lovino didn't sleep either, and he didn't want to. He wanted to talk to Antonio. He wanted Antonio to tell him everything would be fine, even though it wasn't. Everytime he'd even think about Antonio and how much he had lost, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from crying. At one point Feliciano had come in at around three in the morning and hugged his older brother as he cried until he finally fell asleep. When Lovino had woken up again at around eight, Feliciano had gotten up and left to make breakfast. The older of the brothers slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes a little. If anyone had looked at the poor man now, the first word that would come to mind was miserable. He slowly stood up and picked up his phone with the newly cracked screen to see he had a new message from Francis. Lovino hesitated a little, wondering if he should open it. He finally did, and was definitely confused by the contents. From: Wine Bastard 'Antonio wants you to visit him today'
Although he was a little pleased that Francis's contact name had stayed unchanged, unlike Gilbert's, he was sure the Frenchman was messing with him, or sending that so Lovino could go and see that Antonio was dead. To: Wine bastard 'I know he's dead, asshole.'
He sent before throwing his phone on the bed again with it hitting the wall this time instead of the floor. Lovino didn't even care as he walked out of the room only to sit on the couch on the living room. He hated life at the moment... He really really did. "Lovi~! I made you breakfast" Feliciano cheered as he came out with a plate piled with eggs, bacon, and a big, red, juicy, tomato. Lovino looked over at the plate and immediately felt like crying like a big baby. This wasn't right... Why was he crying over Antonio so much? Now even the sight of a tomato reminded him of the stupid Spaniard and the days the two would go out to the fields and harvest tomatoes... "I'm not hungry right now Fratello..." he said, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Lovi... You need to eat. I know you didn't eat anything yesterday" Feli said, setting the food in front of him "Y-yes I did" Lovino lied stubbornly, looking away "What did you eat then?" Damn... Caught him there... "Nothing..." Lovino admitted. Feliciano sighed and pushed the plate a little closer to his brother. "Please Lovi?" he begged "See, I even put a tomato, your favorite!" he grinned. Lovino picked up the tomato and hesitantly brought it up to his lips but it only brought up more thoughts and memories of a certain Spaniard. Tears began to surface and he set the tomato down and shook his head again "I don't want it." "Lovi, plea-" "I said I don't fucking want it!" Lovino interrupted. Feliciano frowned but finally nodded "Just promise you'll eat something later" he begged Lovino nodded and just grabbed a strip of bacon and nibbled on it to make his brother feel better. Feli smiled a little then said "Francis called me earlier and he said that he went to go visit Toni, and he looked really really sad because you weren't there" "He's dead" Lovino replied bitterly, still nibbling on his bacon. "But Francis and Gilbert were just there and they saw him and talked to him and he isn't dead. They said he even asked them to text you" "He's dead Feli. I watched him die... They just want me to go and see him because they think I don't fucking know." he replied, finishing his bacon and hugging his knees up to his chest once again. "But Lovi..." Feli pouted. Francis and Gilbert wouldn't do that... Would they? Nah... If they found out Antonio was really dead, they probably wouldn't be in the mood to mess with his brother like that. Feli would just have to find another way to get Lovi to visit Antonio...
-about two or three hours later-
"Lovi!" Feli called happily, running to his brother who was curled up in a ball as he lay on the couch. "Nonno invited us over for lunch. The only response he got was a soft grumble from his brother and he could only assume the older Italian had either just got done crying again or was about to. Of course he didn't blame his brother. He had lost the man he had loved most! If anything, Feli thought Lovino was being strong. If he had lost Ludwig... He didn't know what he'd do... It would be a lot more crying than Lovino had done so far, that's for sure. But we're getting off topic here. "Lovi! Please?" he asked, taking the grumbling as rejection. "Nonno really wants us to come over! He's worried about you" he said, going over to his brother and nudging him a bit. "Feli, don't make me go... Please?" Lovino begged, looking miserable. Feliciano frowned "Per favore?" he begged. It took about an hour to finally coax his brother into getting up and getting ready to go. "C'mon Fratello" he smiled leading Lovino out the door and into the car. Once his big brother was in the passenger seat, Feliciano got in the driver seat and began driving. They had only been driving for about two minutes when Lovino slowly realized where they were going "This isn't the way to Nonno's... Feli, no. No. Take me home, now!" Lovino demanded, looking over at his brother "I hate you, I fucking hate you!" he screamed. How could his brother do this to him?! He had tricked him into going to the hospital! "Why? Why would you do this to me?" Lovino asked. "Mi dispiace, Fratello, please!" Lovino shook his head, feeling betrayed. He stared out the window the rest of the ride over to the hospital. Then he was drug out of the vehicle by his traitorous brother and pulled to Antonio's room. "Don't make me..." he begged weakly. Feliciano almost gave in and almost agreed to letting his brother go back home, he just looked so heart-broken and miserable... But instead the younger brother shook his head stubbornly "No Lovi, you need to see him" "He's dead Feliciano" Lovino said softly, sounding broken. "He's gone." "No Lovi, look" Feli said, opening the door of the dark hospital room, revealing a man sleeping peacefully in a hospital bed with thin white blankets covering him. Lovino's eyes widened and he stepped into the room carefully, wanting to make sure it was Antonio. Once he had confirmed the patient's identity, he ran to the bed and cried. He couldn't help but cry, although, these were tears of joy. Antonio was alive! He wasn't dead! "Antonio..." Lovino said softly in disbelief. He reached down and held the Spaniard's warm hand in his own and looked over the man's face. Something wasn't right though... Before when he had been in the room, Antonio looked pretty peaceful... But now... The Spanish man looked like he was hurting...
Not too long before Lovino and Feliciano had arrived a nurse had come in asking Antonio questions about how he felt and how he slept. The survey ended in her giving Antonio something to make him sleep and help with pain. So when his little Italian finally come in, he was unconscious again, of course this time it was only sleeping, not a coma.
Sorry I took so long! I hope you guys like this... Again, reviews, tips, all of that other stuff is always appreciated! And as always I apologize for all grammar mistakes I didn't catch :)