Chapter 7: Operation
The next day, the doctors walked into Gilbert's room and checked his wounds, as usual. But, they had something else planned for today. A certain American told the doctors about Gilbert's inability to talk. They asked him to open his mouth really wide, which he did. They shone a light down his throat, to discover glass shards stuck in his throat.
They quickly knocked him out, much to his protest, and began to pull out the shards once they were sure he was out cold. They had to conduct surgery on the poor Prussian's voice box, where there was also glass. It took them several hours, but they got the job done. It took Gilbert several months to recover, faster than it should've been. When Gilbert woke, the doctors told him he had been in a healing coma, which made the process go a lot quicker. As a matter of fact, almost all his wounds were completely healed and he could talk again. The doctors had him do a couple of voice exercises to make sure everything was alright. In no time, Gilbert was back to his chatty self, though he was still painfully skinny. And it was no surprise to Gilbert when Alfred showed up in his room. The doctors told him that Alfred had checked on him everyday when he was out cold.
Alfred was relieved when he saw Gilbert chatting with the doctors and wide awake. Eyes sparkling, he launched himself at the Prussian and gave a huge bear hug. "Gilbert, you're awake, you're awake, you're awake! Ahahahahaha! That makes me so happy!" He didn't stop hugging him until the other pushed him away. He looked excitedly into Gilbert's red eyes and grinned. Gilbert, for the first time in forever, smiled back. "Dude, guess what? The doctor said you could go home! Let's go! Everyone's waiting for you!" And the two left the hospital, both of their eyes shining.
A/N
I am going to say this now: I have no medical knowledge what-so-ever. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews, favs, and follows are welcomed and appreciated! Feel free to correct any mistakes!