"Alfred!" Arthur ran after him.

Matthew sunk under the covers. Alfred wasn't supposed to hear that. Matthew thought. Now he'll think it was his fault. It wasn't it was that kid fault.

A voice crept into the back of his mind. But it was his fault. The kid thought he was you and he said that you should switch for the day.

It was not his fault. Matthew pushed those thoughts out of his mind.

Matthew yawned. Now he really was tired. He took his glasses off and pulled the sheets over his head. He fell asleep right away.


Arthur chased after Alfred.

A nurse stepped in front of him. "Excuse you sir no running. This is a hospital."

He stepped past her. "Sorry ma'am but I have to get to my kid."

He ran until he found a janitor's closet. Nothing was special about it other than the loud sobs coming from it.

Arthur stepped in the closet. Strange haven't been here since 8th grade. Arthur thought. Shut it brain.

"Alfred?" he asked cautiously. "What's the matter."

"It's all my fault." Alfred sniffled. "Matthew's in the hospital and it is all my fault."

"Alfred, it's not your fault it was that other kid's fault. Don't beat yourself up over it." Arthur patted Alfred's back.

"But it is my fault. I convinced Mattie to switch today and that's why he got beat up." Alfred said between sobs.

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "You did?"

Alfred nodded.

"Alfred it's okay. Matthew doesn't blame you. The reason he wouldn't say it in front of you is because he didn't want to see you upset. Can you be a hero for him?" Arthur comforted him.

Alfred looked up at him. Tears shining in his eyes and bottom lip trembling. "But I'm not a hero. I'm not good enough. It's because of me he's hurt."

Arthur felt his shatter into a million pieces. Alfred always said he was the hero. Hearing him say that he wasn't one felt plain wrong. He held out his hand for Alfred to grab.

"Come." he said.

Alfred wiped his tears and looked at him confused.

"Let's go to Matthew, that's the best thing you can do right now. Comfort him."

Alfred nodded and together, hand in hand they walked towards Matthew's hospital room.

Before they walked into Matthew's hospital room Alfred wiped his face of tears. He needed to be strong for his brother.

Arthur opened the door for him. Matthew was sound asleep in the nest of white sheets. The stark whiteness of the entire room made Mattew look even paler and more sickly than usual. The room should have more red. Alfred thought. The red in Matthew's bedroom always brings out the blush on his cheeks that makes him look more lively.

The room was too white for Matthew. He always preferred red. It was a cheerful color that reminded him of the maple trees in autumn. Of course he would be in his own room with the maple leaf drawings surrounding him if I didn't tell him to switch with me that day. It should've been me. Alfred thought.

Alfred felt himself sway. He began to feel lightheaded. He staggered to where Arthur was sitting and fell asleep on his lap.

Arthur sighed when Alfred drooled on his lap. He was cute when he was asleep, yes, but it was annoying to have drool stains on his pants.

Arthur looked at both boys and smiled. He wouldn't have this any other way. Besides them being in the hospital and Alfred crying out buckets earlier. He wouldn't trade his two boys for the world. They were his, only his. At first he had doubts about raising Alfred. He didn't think that he would be a good replacement. The boy would never have a mother, because Arthur was gay. But when baby Alfred grabbed his hand and kissed it all those doubts faded away. Alfred was hard to raise, but every moment with Alfred was worth it. Matthew is amazing too. Sweet and gentle Matthew. All Arthur hoped was that nothing would take his two precious boys away.

Arthur felt his eyelids flutter and he yawned. He took one last look at Matthew in the hospital bed and at Alfred sound asleep on his lap then he fell into a deep sleep.


Matthew opened his eyes. A burry white room appeared. Where am I? Matthew thought. Then the memories of the day before came flooding. Matthew clutched his head. He saw Alfred and Arthur asleep in the uncomfortable chairs across the room.

Matthew yawned again. He was thirsty. He shifted and wondered how long he would be stuck here.

Matthew saw Arthur wake up.

"How long have you been awake?" Arthur yawned.

"Only a few moments," Matthew replied. "Could you get me some water please?"

Arthur moved Alfred's head from off his lap. "Of course I can Matthew. Do you want anything to eat?"

"No thank you." Matthew didn't want to trouble Arthur any more than he had to. Matthew's stomach grumbled in contradiction.

"I think your stomach disagrees," Arthur said.

Matthew blushed.

"I'll grab some food for all of us," Arthur said.

Alfred jerked awake, glasses askew on his face. "Did you say food Artie!"

Arthur shook his head and chuckled. "Yes I did I'm going to grab some."

Arthur exited the room.

Once Arthur was gone Alfred lowered his head and uncharacteristically shyed away.

"Alfred," Matthew whispered. "Alfred," he said a little louder. "Alfred!" he almost yelled.

Alfred raised his head but still didn't meet Matthew's eyes.

"Alfred I don't blame you," Matthew said.

"But it's my fault you were hurt, it was my idea to switch and you got hurt," Alfred whispered.

"It is not your fault," Matthew said.

"But it was. I'm the older twin I'm supposed to protect you," Alfred said.

"Hold up eh. Since when were you older than me?" Matthew questioned.

"I think it's obvious that I'm older," Alfred defended.

"No it really." Matthew stopped himself. "Let's ask Arthur later. It is not your fault that I'm hurt."

"But I'm still so so so sorry." Alfred walked to Matthew's bed and climbed in next to him.

"I'm saying that you don't have to be." Matthew hugged Alfred.

Arthur walked in with a tray of food. "What did I miss?" he asked.

"Nothing," Both the twins said.

"Now let's eat!" Alfred yelled.

A nursed stepped in and hushed them harshly.

"Sorry."


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