My Precious Child 19- An Answer
Ok I am so, so, so, so sorry for how long this has taken. I just had no inspiration. *gets on knees* Please forgive me! I am not worthy!
On a brighter note, IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY! I got a Toshiro plushy, a book from a series I like and a new IPod. My china cosplay, black butler back pack and ring are still coming from overseas. I'm having a cosplay birthday!
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Disclaimer: It's time you all knew the truth. I don't own Hetalia. *sobs* So close…
Toris sat at a table in the cafeteria, leaning his head against the table and staring blankly ahead. Gilbert had dumped him there, moved to sit down himself and had been called away by some random officer. The cafeteria was a complete mess, doctors milling around, mingling with officers and receiving orders from them.
He'd overheard one officer talking about the entire contents of the orphanage (people that is) being transported to the hospital so that Gilbert and his father knew where everyone involved was but that had been ten minutes ago and they were yet to show up. Doctors had brought down the ill kids and Elizabeta, setting them up with portable drips and other stuff. Toris was unsure why they were doing this but like everything else, it was probably just to make protecting everyone and working on the case easier.
He'd started out sitting next to Elizabeta but the he got in the way of the doctors and had moved to the table instead. Tino had slipped back into sleep as they neared the early hours of morning and no one else had stirred. Toris's eyelids kept threatening to close but he forced them open again and again. He could not fall asleep, not now.
He'd asked a few other officers if they knew who had been shot but all the replies had been negative. It seemed only Gilbert and a few doctors knew and those few doctors were obviously fighting to keep the person alive and Gilbert was MIA, caught up in the drama going down at the hospital.
"They're here!" A hassled voice groaned. "Someone get some beds in, the brats will have to share." Toris inwardly bristled but slowly climbed to his feet, staring impatiently at the door and waiting for the familiar people to stream through.
He didn't have to wait long before the doors were pushed open and the kids stumbled in, helping each other. It was obvious they were dead tired and scared. A few of the older children were trying to carry the younger ones and failing. Toris scanned them quickly and breathed a sigh of relief when it looked like no one was missing. Alfred was there with Matthew and Keith was stumbling along beside them. His entire demeanour changed when he spotted Benjamin and he ran to stand near the bed. Lukas brightened when he saw Tino and stumbled over, Emil sagging in his arms, the baby looking like he was ready to cry. Feliciano sped over to Romano and all but fainted at the sight of the thick white bandage around his head. A petite nurse comforted the boy. The other kids were led by a gang of doctors to a small clump of beds and Belle began to assign kids to beds, her voice quiet but firm.
The adults were yet to walk through the door and Toris knew in his heart that either Arthur or Vash had been short. Unless it had been a trick of the light that made the hair look blonde and it was Roderich who had been shot.
"Alfred," Toris said to the boy, his voice stronger than it had been before. "Are you ok? What happened at the orphanage?" The boy jumped and Matthew clung tighter to him.
"Toris," Alfred said strangely. "There was blood everywhere and the room was turning red."
"Alfred are you ok?" Toris repeated, his concern for the boy growing.
"What's going on Toris?" Alfred whispered. "What's going on? Why couldn't I save him?"
"Save who?" Toris quickly ran to stand right in front of Alfred, bending down to stare into the bespectacled boy's eyes.
"Toris I'm scared," Matthew whispered when Alfred refused to answer.
"I need a doctor!" Toris cried as Alfred's eyes rolled upwards and he collapsed forward. "I think it's shock."
Matthew was crying, clutching at Alfred and begging him to wake up. Doctors crowded in on them, gently pulled Matthew away and lifted Alfred up. Toris was struck by how young the blonde boy looked just then. He didn't deserve to be brought into this, it was all too much. If Toris was having trouble handling it then Alfred…
And not just Alfred but all the children, caught in a scandal all because of Toris. It was all his damn fault. He should be arrested for indirect fault for murder attempts, child trauma and whatever else had happened because of him.
"Come this way please," Another doctor sidled up. "Someone is requesting you, Roderich I think he said his name was."
"Roderich," Toris repeated, his heart leaping into his throat. "So Arthur or Vash…"
"This way," The doctor sighed. "Follow me."
Arthur…
Vash…
The names spun in his head.
Arthur…
Vash…
Felicks blinked as light invaded his sleep, flashing ones, probably street lamps. His body shook as whatever he was lying on shook too. He tried to sit up but pain exploded throughout his injured body and he was forced to remain lying down. A gentle hand ran down his back and he snuggled closer in on himself. He felt safe but he also felt like he shouldn't feel safe.
"F'licks," An accented voice said softly. "Are you awake?"
Oh…that's why he shouldn't feel safe. He was crowded into the back of a van with a conscious Berwald and an unconscious Lad. And Fretka was driving, escaping and leaving a giant mess behind.
Leaving Toris behind.
"Yeah," Felicks whispered back, voice sounding weak even to his ears. "How's Lad?" There was a sound, a body being moved.
"He's 'k but he h'sn't woken up." Berwald muttered softly and Felicks had to take a moment to work out what he'd said.
"Where are we?" Felicks finally asked and winced as the van turned abruptly and his broken wrist hit the side of said van.
"Near the docks I th'nk," Berwald said uncertainly. "But 'm not sure."
"How long…" Felicks paused as his voice caught in his throat and he struggled. "How long have we been driving." His voice trailed off and he held back a sob.
Because he had no idea where the docks were spare the part about them being near the ocean. Because his entire world had existed within the orphanage until Toris. Because they could have been driving for a day and he wouldn't have known. Because he was being stolen, taken against his own will by a psychopathic man.
"A little over two h'rs I th'nk," Berwald sighed. "So far we've fl'wn under the radar."
Felicks didn't reply, simply because he didn't know what Berwald meant. He still felt tired but not enough that he could ignore his current situation. Looked like he was staying awake. In a sick and twisted way, he envied Lad, dead to the world (not literally) and not showing any signs of waking. Touch wood of course.
His entire body ached, his injuries still not properly healed and his lack of pain medicine very obvious to him now. He wanted to sleep but he didn't want Berwald to suffer alone. Fretka was yet to say anything and if Felicks didn't know any better, he'd say the driver's seat was empty.
"Can you see Fretka?" Felicks gasped through his pain.
"The back p'rt of the v'n is cut off fr'm the fr'nt." Berwald explained. "He can't see 's."
"And we can't see him." Felicks wheezed. How had he seen the lights then? He stared upwards and dully noted a window in the roof. Oh, that was how.
"Felicks are you ok?" Berwald's voice seemed to frown.
"Hurts," Felicks muttered. "S-sorry Berwald. I didn't want to leave you alone."
"Felicks!"
That was the last thing he heard before the world seemed to tilt alarmingly on itself and the blackness spread.
Toris tried not to run down the hall as he followed the doctor but it was hard not to.
Arthur…
Vash…
Those two names were all he could think of, that and the people who the names belonged to.
The doctor turned a corner and Toris noted the sign on the door they proceeded to pass through. ICU, intensive care unit or something like that. Standing a little way down the corridor were two people, a tall brown haired man and a shorter blonde haired man. Toris's feet begged him to run and he felt his stomach began to ache.
Who was it? Vash or Arthur?
"Toris," Roderich turned, his face deathly pale and eyes red rimmed. The blonde man turned and Toris was greeted with…
Huge eyebrows and messy blonde hair.
Arthur…
So Vash…
Oh god no wonder Roderich looked like death warmed up. After all of this, when they had thought it was over and now Vash…
"Is he…is he ok?" Toris got out, stopping next to them and taking in Arthur's blank look, his eyes empty.
"He's out of surgery." Roderich croaked. "But they won't let me in yet, they're transferring him to his ward, private because Gilbert put his foot down."
"What happened?" Toris asked after a moment's silence.
"The police burst in." Arthur said, his voice as blank as his face. "And this lady, she got scared, she shot out, randomly and Vash was the one who got hit." Roderich let out a choked sob and shoved his fist into his mouth. Toris hadn't ever seen the man this discomposed and it was very unnerving.
"So that's why…Alfred." Toris muttered under his breath.
"Alfred?" Arthur's voice was suddenly alive, angry and worried. "What's wrong with him, what happened?"
"Uh," Toris gaped at the open concern. "Shock, he collapsed. Matthew was hysterical."
"Well why didn't you say so?" Arthur demanded crisply before turning on his heels and marching back the way Toris had come. "Sorry Roderich, the kids do need an adult." Toris stared after him in stunned silence.
"Um Mr Edelstein," A harsh voice broke in. "You are allowed in now, no mobile phones though as it interferes with the equipment."
Roderich and Toris both turned to see a disgusted (what?) face staring at them.
"Are you a relative?" The doctor asked in contempt, referring to Toris.
"A friend," Toris said hesitantly. "Am I allowed in."
"Family and…partners,"- Here he sneered the word- "Only,"
Well that explained it.
"However," Roderich broke in crisply. "Vash has no family. He considers Toris his family and if this man is not allowed in, I shall complain to not only your boss but the deputy police. Toris and him are very close after all."
"Oh go ahead," The doctor hissed though the hands clutching his clip board tightened. "See if I care," He marched away and vanished.
"Was that the truth?" Toris asked as Roderich hesitated at the door, apparently scared to face what was inside.
"I don't know if Vash views you as family." Roderich said slowly. "But part of it is true, Vash has no family. No anymore."
Toris didn't know how to reply especially when it was Vash he should be saying anything to about his lack of family. He instead just waited until Roderich finally steeled himself and pushed open the door.
The room was small, white washed and bleak. There was one bed and a chair but that was it. There was no window.
He entered cautiously and heard footsteps behind him signalling his friend was right behind him.
Felicks made a face as he stared at his current residence. Berwald had tried to let Felicks carry him in but Felicks was stubborn and even though he fainted all but one hour ago, he was determined to seem strong.
It was tough but he was going to do it.
"You should put Lad on the bed." Felicks said weakly, his eyes aimed at the chair but noting with dismay that it was small, broken and offered no comfort.
"We'll p't some of the bl'nk'ts on the floor." Berwald decided as he wrapped Lad in one and spread the others on the slightly padded floor. It made sense since according to Fretka this had been an old mental asylum. Whist this crept Felicks out to no end, he was grateful for the fact that the floor wasn't rock hard and at least provided some comfort unlike the chair.
It was still a creepy place though and Felicks half expected to see long dead lost souls drifting in and out of the room, moaning threats and crying for loved ones before proceeding to shove their ghostly hands through his forehead to play with his brain.
So maybe he'd stayed up late and spied on Yao and the older kids watching horror movies just a few times.
Six times exactly before Elizabeta had caught him
Felicks felt tears prick at his eyes as he burrowed into a blanket, trying to curl in on himself to block out the pain. He missed everyone. This was so unfair.
And when was Toris going to get here?
Just curious, would anyone be interested if I wrote a companion fic to this one about Vash and Roderich and their past?
Please review even if I don't deserve it. *Flies away*