Arthur woke up groggy and didn't remember what happened last night until he realized Alfred wasn't there holding him. Memories flowed into his mind and he got up and got ready to go to the hospital as quick as he possibly could.
Alfred woke up and to his dismay Arthur wasn't in his arms, he sighed to himself and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He sat himself up and looked around the empty room and sighed at the bland whiteness that surrounded him. He hated hospitals with a passion, its why he always did his best to stay healthy and in peak health. There was a knock at the rooms door and a nurse walked in with a tray of food. She dropped it off and left and seconds later he felt my stomach growl loudly. Lifting the lid Alfred saw food that was comparable to Arthur's cooking and grimaced as he picked his fork up.
Arthur got in the white car and drove to the hospital, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, he was yearning to see Alfred again. The drive was a short one and h parked the car in the parking lot and headed towards the hospital entrance.
Alfred scarfed down his shitty morning breakfast and began to look for the remote to the small TV hanging from the ceiling. He eventually found it and began flipping through channels until he found The Andy Griffith Show and began to watch it. As he finished his food he placed everything down onto the table and pushed it away from his bed.
Arthur walked into the hospital and rode the elevator to Alfred's room and once he got there, he knocked on the door softly.
"Come in," Alfred called to the knock on his door. He pushed his table away a bit farther and turned the volume down on his TV. A warm smile spread across his face when he saw Arthur enter through the door. Arthur closed the door behind him quietly and walked over to the chair, that was still positioned by Alfred's bed, and sat down. He smiled softly at Alfred and murmured a quiet, "Good morning."
"Mornin' Artie! Did ya sleep well?" Alfred asked not taking his eyes off of the small Englishman. Remembering waking up without Arthur in his arms caused him to pout, he hated sleeping alone.
"Yes I did," he said. When he saw Alfred pout he scratched the back of his neck and lightly blushed as nervously kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry for leaving you alone last night," he added.
"Its fine," Alfred said with a sigh. "You deserve a good nights sleep." Alfred began to think about everything he had to do when he got home. A alarm system, cameras, security lights, and maybe getting Arthur a car to himself, he was thankful that his job as a CEO for his own company paid so well.
Arthur smiled softly and planted his hand on top of Alfred's and squeezed is softly. He knew that he still looked horrible even after a shower and still looked like he had cried for about three hours.
"I want to go home," Alfred said as he gripped Arthur's hands tightly. He was tired and wanted to spend time with his soon to be husband. He finally proposed and he can't even spend time with him. And Christmas was less than 2 months away.
"I know you do," Arthur said as he rubbed Alfred's knuckles with his thumb reassuringly. He wanted to hold Alfred, yearned to hold him. He gritted his teeth and shook the thoughts from his mind as he felt a small blush creep on to his face, Alfred needs him and he was the one feeling needy.
Alfred looked around the bed and found what he was looking for, he pressed the emergency button calling for a nurse or doctor to come one to his room. Sadly he got the nurse. "Ma'am? Can you get my doc for me? I need to ask him something," he asked as she walked in.
Arthur pulled his hand back from Alfred and leaned back on the chair. He closed his eyes and relaxed, hoping he could catch a few minutes of sleep. He was beat and needed a quick nap.
The nurse left to get the doctor and Alfred realized Arthur had closed his eyes. He pulled the blanket off of his bed and did his best to throw it on Arthur, covering him. As the doctor walked in Alfred placed a finger to his lips and pointing the drowsy man by him. Alfred quietly talked the doctor into letting him leave as long as he promised to take it easy and to not lift heavy objects, to which he agreed and the doctor left to fill out the paper work for Alfred.
Arthur tried to stay awake to listen to the conversation but ended up falling into a light sleep. Nothing too heavy, just a light peaceful little snooze.
After the doctor came back with the papers he signed what he had to and was given his blood stained clothes to put back on. He slowly got up and went to his bathroom and changed quickly. Alfred went over to Arthur and kissed his cheek lightly trying to wake him up. He only stirred so he continued placing light kisses, slowly trailing down his throat until he finally awoke.
Arthur opened his eyes drearily and smiled softly at Alfred who had woken him up. He threw the blanket back on the bed and slapped Alfred lightly on the head then asked, "What are you doing out of bed?"
"We're going home," he said as he held his hand out for Arthur to take. Alfred would have rather carried him but disobeying the doctor right in front of him wouldn't be the best idea. Arthur rolled his eyes, took Alfred's hand and gently pulled himself up.
Alfred slipped his shoes on and walked over to the door holding his hand out for Arthur to hand him his car keys.
Arthur smirked and shook his head as he held on to the car keys. "I'm driving," he said as he opened the door and walked out.
"Come on Artie," Alfred whined with his puppy dog face. "No fair." He didn't walk, he kept his feet planted and don't follow his lover. Alfred crossed his arms and looked at Arthur's back as he walked. Arthur stopped and turned around to face Alfred, he didn't let the puppy eyes get to him. "No. You're not going to be driving for a while. Now come on. Let's go home," he said.
Alfred still didn't listen, he could be just as stubborn as Arthur when he wanted too. And there were only a few things that could make him change his mind. "No," he mumbled, keeping his feet planted firmly.
"Alfred, come on. If you aren't coming then I'll go home by myself," he said simply. Alfred gritted his teeth at how unfair Arthur was being. First he forgot to give him his morning hug and kiss, now he wasn't aloud to drive his own car. He was hurt and Arthur just continued to drive the knife deeper into his heart but he gave up and hung his head down as he followed Arthur.
"Finally you git," Arthur said as he turned around and headed for the elevator. "I just don't want you driving when your still hurt," he explained. He was being cautious of things.
"Mhm," Alfred grumbled as he began to walk ahead of Arthur trying to give him the cold shoulder. He walked to the elevator and pressed the down button waiting for the door to open.
Arthur knew that Alfred was mad at him but it was for his own good. But he didn't like that idea that Alfred was mad at him. "Alfred? I'm sorry for making you mad at me," he said as he looked up at Alfred, with a pout he didn't know he was showing, to see his expression.
Alfred breathed deeply and patted Arthur's head softly. "I know," he mumbled trying not to look at his lover. He gave in a lot to what ever Arthur wanted, he knew that he was wrapped around Arthur's little finger. But Alfred hated feeling weak, he didn't want Arthur having to take care of him because then he gets babied in ways he doesn't like.
Arthur got up on his toes and kissed Alfred's cheek lightly, a blush appearing due to the public show of affection. "Thank you love," he said looking into his eyes seeing if he could break him.
Alfred groaned as he pulled Arthur in for a hug. He can't win and he probably never will. He began to kiss the top of Arthur's head lovingly, waiting for the elevator to show.
Arthur smiled evilly knowing that he had cracked the american. He hugged back and buried his face in Alfred's chest. Just then the empty elevated showed. Without releasing him, Alfred pulled Arthur onto the elevator and pressed the first floors button and leaned against the cool wall. "You owe me," Alfred whispered into Arthur's ear as he kissed it.
Arthur smiled. "Fine," he mumbled back as he leaned against the wall. He wanted to sleep so badly, but he had to drive home.
Alfred looked at Arthur with worried eyes. "You sure do look sleepy dude," Alfred said as he stroked Arthur's face softly. "I can call Mattie and ask him to drive us home. He's probably on his way anyhow."
Arthur shook his head. "I'm fine," he said simply. It would all be worth it once he could go home and sleep with Alfred.
"May I borrow your phone then," he asked as he ran his fingers through Arthur's hair. "So I can tell him to stay home."
Arthur narrowed his eyes then he handed him his phone and watched as to what he was doing really.
Alfred dialed his brothers number and listened to it as it rang. After a few rings he heard a voice answer that he recognized as Gilbert. "Yo dude, it me. Is my bro busy?" There was a pause on the others end and Gilbert said "Ja, he is." Alfred was thankful as he said "Okay, tell him to stay home today and come to my place tomorrow 'kay dude?" Gilbert said a quick okay before hanging up and Alfred handed Arthur his phone back.
Arthur took the phone back and the elevator door opened. He led Alfred out the elevator, out the hospital and to the car.
Alfred followed willingly even if he was still a bit depressed. He squeezed Arthur's hand a bit tighter before letting it go as he went to open the passenger door. Alfred got into the car and closed the door softly and leaned back in the seat, adjusting it so he would have leg room. He let his arms rest in his lap as he looked out the window.
Arthur started the car, pulled out of the car garage and headed home. He let his thoughts wander in a focused state so he was thinking yet paying attention to the road. Multitasking. I know it's amazing.
Alfred watched the scenery as they drove home, his side beginning to hurt. He wasn't going to be able to get his pain killers until tomorrow so he breathed deeply trying to let his mind wander and think of anything else.
"Are you ok?" Arthur asked as he pulled into the driveway. "And please, please be honest with me," he said. He wanted to make sure Alfred was okay, and if he wasn't, he wanted to try and make it better.
Alfred smiled reassuringly at Arthur and said, "Of course I'm okay!" While pumping a fist he continued, "I'm the hero so I'll always be okay!" And with that he got out of the car and started walking towards the house. Arthur sighed and got out of the car and closed the door behind him, locked the the car and started towards the front door behind Alfred. Once they made it to the front door, Arthur opened it, took his shoes and jacket off and then collapsed on the couch. Alfred followed him in and watched as Arthur laid down on the couch. He walked over and lightly kissed him on the head and said, "I'm gonna go change okay Artie."
Arthur nodded and as Alfred went up the stairs, he let sleep pull him under.
Alfred went upstairs and changed his clothes and threw his bloodstained ones into his trashcan. That's when he noticed how messy his room was. Many of his things were taken by the police department as evidence and his room was trashed. He made his bed and quietly went back downstairs to Arthur.
Arthur was fast asleep on the couch.
Finding the sleeping Brit, Alfred scratched the back of his neck wondering what he was going to do. The doctor said not to carry heavy things and, not saying Arthur is fat, but he is rather heavy. Alfred did miss having his lover in his arms though, so he decided to risk it, he snaked his arms under Arthur and lifted him up as gently as he could.
Arthur snuggled close to Alfred in his sleep. He didn't really know what was going in due to the fact that he was fast asleep.
Carefully Alfred made his way up the stairs carrying Arthur, he could feel the strain in his abdomen but ignored it until he got to his room and gently laid the Englishman down and covered him with the comforter. Alfred looked down and could see that there was a small patch of blood on his shirt, stripping his shirt off Alfred saw that he ripped one of his stitches. He took the shirt and put pressure on the wound and noticed that it wasn't too bad so he went to the other side of the bed and laid down beside Arthur.
Arthur was fast asleep. There was nothing else to say on the matter. He had no idea what was going on and he really didn't want to know.
With his free hand Alfred began to play with Arthur's hair and watching him as he slept. A smile appeared on Alfred's face as he watched Arthur's eyebrows furrow together, seeing this caused Alfred to abandon his wound and hug Arthur, sleep beginning to overtake his own body.
Arthur was in a peaceful slumber for a few more minutes before a dream began to appear. It started out as him and Alfred snuggling together on the bench by the lake. Arthur's was nestled in the crook of Alfred's neck. Then he heard a gun shot but nothing happened he placed his hand on Alfred's waist only to feel something wet and sticky. Then all of Alfred's weight was on him until he realized that Alfred wasn't breathing anymore. He shot upward in his bed, screaming with tears in his eyes.
Hearing Arthur's loud scream easily woke him from his sleep. He jolted out of bed and found Arthur sitting up and crying. Alfred wrapped him arms around him and held him tightly trying his best to can him down.
Arthur held onto Alfred as tightly as he could. He didn't want to hurt him though but he was to scared. He just saw his fiancé die in his dream. He didn't want that to happen again. He buried his face in Alfred's shirt and cried.
"Its okay Artie," Alfred whispers softly into his ear. "Everything is okay." He began to rub soothing circles into his lovers back as he rocked him in his arms. Alfred placed soft kisses on Arthur's forehead and head doing everything in his power to let him know that he was okay.
Arthur knew everything was alright. But he was still scared. He held on close to Alfred and cried. He needed to be absolutely sure he was still alive and well.
Seeing that he had still not calmed down Alfred laid back down with Arthur in his arms, pulling him closer and tangling their legs together. He saw that the alarm by his bed read 2:41pm. They had been asleep for a few hours but it seemed Arthur needed more sleep. "Go back to sleep Artie, everything's okay. No one is going to get you." Arthur nodded as he calmed down and snuggled next to Alfred trying to pull him close, wanting to be held. He then smiled softly and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.