Lovino woke up to the ear shattering sound of a scream filled with terror and agony. His eyes jolted open and next to him was his roommate, already sitting up, with fear in his emerald eyes. Yanking off the covers, the Italian stumbled to get his clothes on. One leg in, tripping over himself, his shirt wrinkled and rolled up, heart pounding in his chest; he was terrified. A harsh knock at the door caused him to gasp aloud, and Antonio didn't even have time to get to it before it swung wide open. Lukas was standing short of breath on the other side.

"G-Get into the storage room." He said quickly, pointing in the direction, "Now." His voice was gruff and concerned. Lovino had no idea what was going on, but it scared him to no end. Antonio had to grab his wrist and drag him out the door, otherwise he would've been standing there all day in complete shock.

"What's happening?" He asked Toni as they stepped outside their room. All of the others were filing into the storage closet like Lukas had said. Except, someone was missing. Lovino, shaking, stepped into the dimly lit room and looked around. Alfred was standing next to him surprisingly silent. Toris was in the corner, closing his eyes. Natalia was holding herself, muttering. Of course Antonio was still holding onto his wrist so that left... Arthur. Arthur wasn't anywhere around.

Another scream. Shivers racked Lovino's spine as he stood clutching onto Antonio as if his life depended on it. Lukas opened the door and shut it behind him promptly, standing in front of them as if protectively. Lovino found himself talking before he could control himself.

"W-What the hell is happening? Where's Arthur? Why are we-"

"Shut up!" Alfred growled from behind him, Lovino not expecting it. He bit his tongue and did as he was told. But why, he wondered. Why was Alfred getting so defensive? But now was not the time to ask. Instead he waited, his breath hot and heavy, his head pounding in his skull. He was so scared he could hardly breathe.

A buzzing noise above them made all of their heads tilt upwards. It was a speaker. "Doctors we have entered Code Red, please take precautions." Lovino hated the sound of that. He started shaking harder, breathing sporadic, and Antonio wrapped an arm around his shoulder to keep him calm. Well, as calm as possible at the moment. Lukas stared at the door with such intensity that Lovino was convinced he could see right through it. He just wanted to know what was going on.

Alfred, heaving a sigh, leaned against the back wall next to where Toris was sitting. "It's Arthur." He said, almost too calmly, but inside he felt as if he might explode. "He's.. breaking. He kept yelling and screaming and punching - it wouldn't stop. I don't know what they're doing to him." Lovino's heart sank. He felt his head reeling to understand what was going on. And the fact that they might be doing something to him angered him more than anything.

His anger was boiling inside the pit of his stomach, so much so that his face turned a deep shade of red. "Move!" He found himself saying, shoving Lukas out of the way, knocking the door open with his shoulder and running towards the front door where he came in. No way in hell would he let these bastards hurt someone. He needed help, not harm. Alfred was right behind him, laying his hand on his shoulder before brushing past him to find Arthur in the midst of this mess. Lovino could hear Lukas screaming at them from back in the storage room, but honestly he couldn't care less. He was too focused on the screams of pain in a room Alfred was standing numbly in front of. The American's face was pale and sickly.

The screams stopped abruptly and Lovino gulped down his nerves. He could hardly breathe; as if choking on the air. Alfred was just standing there watching. As if something miraculous would happen. And suddenly, he barged into the metal doors, causing them to open and hit the wall with a loud, deafening crash. Lovino ran around and turned the corner to look inside. He regretted it immediately. Arthur was on the floor in a clump, a needle in his arm and his skin was a ghostly white. For a second, Lovino thought he was dead. It was only when he saw his chest heaving up and down that he felt a bit of relief. But only a small amount. Alfred looked like he was about to break down.

"You.. You..!" The blond's fists clenched in rage, the veins showing on his muscular arms. It was like grief and anger had taken control of him. "How dare you! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Sir, get away or we'll call the authorities in."

"Fucking bastards! What did you do to him!?"

"Sir, step away."

Lovino felt sick. Is this what he was dealing with? This... This hell?