A/N: Hello! I can't believe you guys have such a positive feedback on this story, I love you all so much! I was going to include the physical therapy session in this chapter, but it seemed too long so I'm holding back. You get to meet 'Hans' and Feli next chapter!
I'm not sure if I like this chapter very much, I just needed to introduce the lovely Francis and show how little Lovi and Toni are bonding... Djskssnnd I hope I did OK. Does anyone else think its funny when in Social Studies the teacher says that one country 'invades' another? FRANCE JUST INVADED ENGLAND AND CONQUERED ITS VITAL REGIONS. I think that sometimes I should be sent to a mental place for thinking things that I shouldn't... Hehe... Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I never will own hetalia.
Shoulder length, wavy golden blonde hair that looked soft to the touch. Porcelain skin that covered high cheekbones and was covered by a stubble over a graceful looking chin. Long, blonde eyelashes that covered the eyes of a rapist-or rather, as Francis put it, eyes of a lover- and a thick, outrageous French accent. This was Doctor Francis Bonnefoy.
Lovino wasn't really surprised that he had gone into medicine. It would be a good excuse for the guy to grope innocent patients, no doubt. Not that Francis had groped any patients that Lovino had seen, but he had groped nurses, other doctors, the superintendent, and a women who had just broke up with her husband after finding out that he was in the hospital to watch his other wife give birth to his son. Which, to clarify, was definitely not her son. Isn't the world a fantastic place full of surprises? Anyways, Lovino had his reasons to be suspicious, especially since that fucker had greeted him on his first day on the job by sliding his hand down Lovino's back and squeezing his ass while asking in a low voice of they could get to know each other better that night, along with a wink and the most peverted laugh Lovino had ever heard before.
Of course, the Italian had responded any way a normal person would; he kicked that mother fucker in the balls then ran to hide behind the nearest gurney. Lovino had been too afraid to go within ten feet of the Frenchman for the first couple of weeks, but after a while he realized that Francis, as the doctor insisted Lovino called him since calling him 'Doctor Bonnefoy' all the time was too formal, never actually did anything with you unless you wanted to. And surprisingly, a lot of people wanted to. What they saw to be appealing in the Frenchman, Lovino would never know. When Lovino got over his initial fear of being raped by his coworker, the two of them turned out to be a rather exceptional team in the hospital. Sure, there would be setbacks were Lovino would use the patient's oxygen tank to beat the living crap out of Francis for a few seconds since the blonde had tried to feel how plump his ass really was, but other than those times they really did work well together.
Which made Lovino pissed that Francis had suddenly decided to waltz into Antonio's room after two months of Lovino being assigned to him and flashed the auburn haired nurse an ever so charming smile, as if he hadn't been doting over their last patient while neglecting their current one, and announced, "Mon cheri, I am here now! This is our new patient, non?"
It wasn't that the statement was bad, it was just that Francis hadn't even fucking acknowledged that fact that Lovino had been working his ass off to take care of Antonio by himself! Bristling, Lovino stood up from his crouched position over by the food cart where he had been trying to straighten out one of the wheels which was now crooked due to Antonio's wheelchair accidentally running over if, and marched over to Francis. The blonde seemed to get the murderous vibes rolling off of the Italian, because he immediately started backing away slowly, his hands up in front of him in a surrendering position. "N-now...Mon ami...Let's not do anything rash..." he said with a slightly weaker smile as Lovino contined to approach.
"No. No fucking way," Lovino said lowly under his breath. "Two months. Two god damned months you decided to dump all this work onto me!" Lovino growled as he lifted his hand up to reveal the fact that he had grabbed a crappy plastic fork from the food cart that, no matter how crappy it looked, would still probably hurt if it was being shoved down your throat.
Francis paled as he started taking backward steps, away from the angry Italian. "I-I was taking care of Arth-Mr. Kirkland, though!" He protested in a rather high pitched voice as his back hit the wall next to the door. Lovino simply continued his steady approach, fork held out threateningly.
Although, at the words, he paused to give Francis a wry smile that gave the blonde chills. Lovino in general wasn't a scary person, but at times he really could get his point across. Francis was starting to fear that this may be one of those times. "Oh, I see. You were taking care of Mr. Kirkland, who, last I checked, left this fucking hospital pretty god damned healthy!" Lovino said, his voice hushed in the beginning of the sentance but escalating to a louder pitch near the end. "And while you were off screwing with dear Mr. Kirkland, I was stuck here, hauling my ass to get all the tests and bloodwork and theropy done! I haven't had a good nights sleep in weeks, dammit! And guess what? I can't take a damn nap during lunch time cause my lunch break is spent here, taking care of-!" Just as the now red faced nurse was about to finish his 'I'm really pissed off at you, and if you don't do something to calm me down in the next point two seconds I will shove this fork into your eye sockets then run away while laughing' speech, there was some shifting from the bed.
"Lovi...? Wha youuuu doin...?" A garbled sentance made its way from the bed, concern clear in the voice of the owner of it. Lovino calmed down in record timing, something that Francis, who was pretty sure he had wet his pants when Lovino had lifted the fork up threateningly, was immensely greateful for. "Lovi?" The voice called again and Lovino sighed as he dropped the fork and walked over to the bed.
Francis exhaled, ran his fingers through his hair, and tentatively followed the Italian to the bed. Two emerald eyes stared up at him, and a smile broke out over the bedridden man's face. "Who a youuu?" He asked in a childish voice, one hand messily reaching over to take Francis' own hand. Gilbert, who was ahead of Antonio in both physical and speech therapy, had tried to teach a confused Antonio 'the awesome wayssss of hand shakin', which was actually pretty funny to watch. Sure, Antonio had tried his own version of handshaking, but Gilbert had tried to perfect it. Lovino had been so proud when, on the way back from their session which had been held in the cafeteria for that day, Antonio had reached out from his wheelchair and snatched the sausage fingered woman's hand and jerked it up and down vigorously. Sure, the fat ass woman had screamed that Antonio, or rather, 'This mentally unstable monster!' was attacking her and a few security guards had to come, but it was worth it. Even though later the woman tripped Lovino while he was walking to the parking lot.
He was now trying to shake a rather startled Francis' hand, his own tan hand gripping the pale skinned one as he jerked his arm around. Instead of their hands going up and down neatly, as Gilbert had done when he showed Antonio how to do it, they went all over the place, hitting the side of the bed quite a few times before Antonio let go and beamed up at Francis, who dropped the startled expression and instead gave the cheerful looking man a warm smile of his own.
"Ah, you are the new patient, non? I am Doctor Francis Bonnefoy," Francis purred as Lovino stood off to the side with his arms crossed, glowering and muttering about how Antonio wasn't exactly new. Francis ignored him as he looked down at the green eyed man. "Can you say that? Francis?" he asked in a kind of baby voice.
Antonio looked at the blonde, then over at the still rather angry looking Lovino. "Lovi...?" he called while ignoring the Frenchman for the moment. Lovino looked up as Antonio swung his hand in Lovino's general direction and Lovino blushed slightly. He had learned that when Antonio did this, he wanted to hold Lovino's hand. And unless Lovino complied, nothing got done. And he means nothing, cause Antonio had even flat out refused to bathe unless Lovino was holding his hand the whole time. The nurse shuffled closer, ignoring Francis' eyes that were practically burning a fucking hole into the back of his head right now, and took the patient's hand in his own. Antonio's large, soft fingers wrapped around Lovino's rather small looking ones, and he gripped on tightly, a lopsided grin on his face.
Francis raised an eyebrow at the scene. An ecstatic looking patient who was clinging onto a now bright red Lovino's hand. Lovino Vargas, who hated physical affection, who hated touching people in general, who hated hand smiling and hugging and all that stuff, had willingly walked over to a patient, and held his hand. However, as the blonde opened his mouth to say something about this, Antonio beat him to talking. "Fanny," he said as he looked at Francis, tilting his head. Lovino let out a snort and Francis looked slightly appalled.
Antonio looked between the two, confused by their reactions. Francis quickly gave the confused man a charming smile. "Ah, I think you meant to say Francis," he said as he leaned closer to the bedridden man, who looked even more confused now.
"Fancy," he tried again as he squeezed Lovino's hand at the same time that Francis leaned closer. Lovino rolled his eyes but didn't move to stop Francis. He knew from experience that the Frenchman had no concept of personal space whatsoever, and that he would be practically sitting on Antonio's lap before he noticed that he was close to the patient.
Francis let out a half sigh, half annoyed huff as he flipped his hair behind his shoulder and pouted slightly. "I suppose that's better than Fanny," he said. "But how come Lovino here gets the cute nickname of Lovi and I, the all amazing and sexy doctor, get stuck with Fancy?" He questioned as Lovino rolled his eyes yet again. Antonio's only response was a grin at the other and Francis' pout melted away as he chuckled.
"Well, I suppose I can't really get mad at you, mon cher, you are just too cute!" He said as he pinched one of Antonio's cheeks, which caused the tan patient to grin more. Francis turned to the slightly less mad Lovino and smirked when his eyes landed on their still connected hands. "And I see that you've made Lovi-"
"Don't call me that!" Lovino hissed as he glared at Francis, who merely laughed his perverted as fuck laugh and waved of his comment.
"...Lovino, I see you've made Lovino more accustomed to physical affection. Perhaps he will be more open to me now.." Francis had oozed closer to the paling nurse and had nearly slipped an arm around his waist when Lovino quickly used Antonio's arm as a barrier between the two. Antonio was, in fact, squeezing his hand very tightly but he didn't pay any mind to it.
Lovino instead was focusing on giving a glare to the blonde that was filled with all the amazing and wonderful threats Lovino would be saying, if he had been thinking more clearly. "N-not in front of Antonio!" He snapped, holding the patient's arm higher and waving it around like a weapon. Francis had stepped back, laughing slightly.
"I know you will come around one day, mon ami! No one can resist my love! I was not going to try anything, you know, since I have currently obtained a new affection that I will convince to accept my love-"
"Francis, I really don't give a fuck about your sex life," Lovino interrupted flatly, shaking Antonio's hand off of his own with some difficulty and ignoring the whine that his action earned from the bedridden man. "And by the way, what time is it?" He asked, glancing outside. It was summer now, finally, and he made sure to keep the windows open for Antonio so he could at least get a taste of the warm weather. Bella had extended her vacation with her brother to last most of the summer, and Lovino missed her a lot. Not that he'd ever admit it, of course. Bella's patients were given to a sassy nurse that went by the name of Feliks and Lovino had managed to convince him to keep the windows open for them as well. As for the other patients at the hospital, Lovino wasn't so sure if the doctors or nurses allowed them to keep their windows open. He hoped they did.
Francis sighed dramatically. "Love life," he corrected half heartedly as he lifted his wrist up and moved the sleeve back to reveal his rather feminine looking watch. "It is around...twelve fifteen," he said, lowering his sleeve.
Lovino's eyes widened and he swore under his breath, before swearing louder. "Crap! We're late for Antonio's physical therapy!" He said as he frantically pressed the button to raise Antonio's bed as Francis tilted his head.
"He is taking physical therapy already?" He asked as Lovino rushed past him to get Antonio's wheelchair.
"No, dipshit, this is his first meeting and we're late! Matthew, his speech therapist, suggested this guy Ludwig or whatever. Apparently he's Gilbert's older br-oh, fuck!" Lovino swore and clutched his foot, seeing as he ran over it with the wheelchair by accident. He let go of the wheelchair and swore a few more times before putting his foot gingerly down.
Francis sighed and walked over, taking the wheelchair and leading it towards the raised bed. Antonio gave him a questioning look as the blonde started to lift him up, messily depositing his body into the wheelchair. Antonio's arms limply laid out to the side and Francis had to bend down to lift each of his legs up and secure them to the chair with the velcro straps so they wouldn't drag as they rolled the wheelchair. "I suppose I should ask who Gilbert is. And Matthew Williams is an amazing therapist, and quite good in bed as well, especially if he has just came from a hockey game," Francis sighed dreamily as an all too familiar perverted smile crept onto his face. "True, he was completely wasted, but mmmm," he pauses to lick his lips, "Angry sex is hot sex, non?" He asked breezily to a now rather horrified looking Lovino. Matthew, the quiet, polite, sarcastic but sweet therapist had sex with Francis?
The nurse shuddered at the thought and shook his head as started taking off his scrubs, Francis watching with a perverted grin. The grin fell slightly when he saw that Lovino was wearing a white t-shirt underneath his hospital uniform however. "Mon ami, what is the point of a strip tease if you have clothes on underne-" the rest of the Frenchman's sentence was muffled under the now balled up pants of the scrubs that Lovino had thrown at Francis' face.
"You're a fucking pervert, and no, I'm not nude underneath my fucking hospitals scrubs," Lovino growled as he stepped up to Antonio's wheelchair, wearing some loose fitting, light colored denim jeans in place of his now on the floor uniform. He kicked the brake stand up and started rolling the grinning Spaniard out the door in a hurry, an anxious look still on his face.
Francis trailed behind with what e hoped was a sexy and alluring pout on his face, shutting the door behind them as Lovino speed walked down the hallways and ignored. "So, where exactly is this therapist place?" Francis inquired, pushing the button for the ground floor on the elevator. When it started to take too long, the irritated Italian starting jamming the pale orange button multiple times, growling in annoyance.
"I don't fucking know what it's called, it's some therapist place. My brother is actually going there now-finally!" Lovino cried as the elevator opened to release a gaggle of nurses, gossiping no doubt. They took their time coming out of the elevator, ignoring Lovino and Antonio but giggling and flirtily waving at Francis, who was more than happy to return the gestures as he stepped inside the elevator after Lovino had slunk in.
Francis pushed the close door button, sighing dreamily as he watches the nurses walk away, or rather, watches their asses walk away. Not that you could really see their shape through the scrubs, but Francis tried to anyways. "If only mon cheri Arthur had not stolen my heart, I could have so much fun," the blonde purred as Lovino rolled his eyes. Antonio simply grinned up at him.
"Fancy," he said, a hand twitching slightly at his side. Francis sighed and patted the tan patient's head of overly long curls.
"Oui, Antonio, Fancy..." he said in a dejected tone that still indicated that he was still disappointed about his nickname at the moment.
"Get over it," Lovino scoffed as a light ding sounded from the elevator speakers, indicating that the elevator had arrived on the ground floor. "Now hurry the fuck up and sign Antonio out, I have to strap into the car," Lovino commanded as he rolled Antonio to the side parking lot where the hospital had some cars stocked for the handicapped patients if they ever needed transportation, but didn't need to use an ambulance. The Italian hit the handicap button and shifted in annoyance as the door slowly opened. When it was finally wide enough, he pushed Antonio through, heading for a maroon colored car with a backseat built for a wheelchair before Antonio's voice suddenly stopped him.
"C-cloouud," the accented voice said in slight wonderment and Lovino froze in his advances, suddenly feeling guilty. Of course... This was the first time Antonio had been outside in a while. It was only now, with his rapidly improving state, that the hospital was allowing for him to be discharged. Of course, for only small periods of time and of a medical assistant was with him at all times, but still. Lovino watched as the curly haired man lifted a hand up shakily and waved it around slightly, a wide and crooked smile on his face as he closed his emerald eyes and let a soft breeze brush past his face with a sigh of contentment. Lovino continued to stare at him, noticing how the angle of the sun seemed to make his naturally tan skin glow. The light made his lashes seem longer and his chin look chiseled, like the statues of ancient heroes that the Romans made. His curls fell into his closed eyes slightly, and the man's smile seemed to soften into one of pure happiness and appreciation as he reveled in the experience of being outside after so long inside, where air conditioning and heaters didn't let you appreciate the true weather of nature. He looked...
Then suddenly the emerald eyes opened and Antonio looked at the staring nurse. "Toma," he said with his smile widening into a grin. Lovino's whole body jerked suddenly, the nickname bringing him out of his observations and he realized that he probably was blushing, judging by the hot feeling that was making his cheeks prickle unpleasantly.
Lovino shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, because comparing a patient to a statue of a Roman hero, no matter how accurate Lovino deemed the comparison to be, was not appropriate in the least for a nurse to be doing. He took Antonio's wheelchair again and started off towards the maroon vehicle, a frown on his face. What had made him think those thoughts? Sure, he had attractive patients before, or rather patients who he had thought were attractive, but they were all women. He always had a thing for blue eyed ones, they always seemed to look so innocent and joyful. And if not sparkling blue, Lovino had found rich chocolate eyes mesmerizing. Never green though, never the bright emerald color that Antonio had. Yet the patient's eyes seemed to outdo all the other's in beauty by far. And his hair, the unruly curls, just gave Lovino this strange urge to run his fingers through them. And the Italian had always leaned towards blonde haired girls. It just... It didn't make sense. Especially the fact that Antonio was, quite obviously, a boy.
Lovino sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he parked the wheelchair in front of the van and opened the trunk, sliding out a small ramp that was for the chair to be wheeled onto. Antonio seemed to sense that Lovino was thinking and remained quiet, instead tilting his head back so the sun hit his face, occasionally making low rumbling noises of appreciation as a breeze would come along. After Lovino secured the ramp to make sure it didn't collapse, he turned to Antonio.
/I must be having an off day/, the Italian decided. /There's no way I find my male patient...a-attractive.../
Shaking his head again he took the handles and undid the brakes, rolling Antonio in and breaking the chair once again. Around this time Francis was coming out, looking around before spotting the admittedly small Italian struggling to strap the rather bulky wheelchair into the van. Snickering he waltzed over to them, Antonio smiling at him when he caught sight of the Frenchman. "Fancy!" He said in obvious delight and Lovino looked up, two thick Velcro straps in his hands. His curl was slightly crooked as he glared at the blonde, hair messed up. He was crouched on the ground, knees bent awkwardly since there wasn't exactly a lot of space.
"Can't get these damn straps in," he huffed and Francis smirked and slid inside, ducking his head slightly. Lovino shot him a warning glance but he ignored him.
"Mon petite italienne, let big brother Francis take care of this," the Frenchman purred and the auburn haired man rolled his eyes at the old nickname, that had started off as a joke more that anything. Francis had first introduced himself as that. Well, after Lovino had made it quite literally painfully clear that he wasn't interested in a sexual relationship. When that became somewhat clear, Francis had insisted that he would be a big brother figure to Lovino instead. "Besides, they need you to sign your name out," he added as he shooed Lovino out of the cramped back, much to the dismay of Antonio who tried calling him back.
The Italian stalked to the entrance, annoyed at being shooed out of the car so quickly, even though they were late. Lovino puffed his cheeks out in annoyance and pushed open the doors probably more forcefully than he had to. A thin, blonde girl with a hooked nose and too much lipstick was behind the desk, clipboard in front of her. She looked up at the somewhat violent opening of the door, squinting at Lovino as he walked in. A crooked name tag that read 'Amanda' was resting right above her breasts, which were pretty big. The girl wasn't ugly, Lovino decided. But... When he looked at her... He didn't find her very attractive. He frowned slightly as he walked up to her. "I'm supposed to sign out...?" He asked with a questioning tone. "I'm taking my patient to therapy," he clarified when the girl gave him a flat look. She smelled like cinnamon.
She did seem to perk up at Lovino's accent, and she suddenly leaned forwards, a smile on her bright red lips. The lipstick had smudged on the left side, and Lovino wanted to point it out because the bitch looked horrible with it but he didn't want to be too rude so he kept silent. "Oh hi, Mr. Vargas," she said in a low voice. She had blue eyes, Lovino fully noted, but they seemed kind of bland in comparison to green on-
Lovino blinked hard and internally slapped himself as he looked at the girl with surprise over his face. He liked blue eyes though. Didn't he? He wasn't comparing them to green eyes, right? The girl was smiling wider now, her breast pushed out to show full size as she leaned over the desk. Lovino got a full view of her cleavage, and found himself frowning. "You just need to sign out here, right next to Doctor Bonnefoy's name," she said in a honey coated voice, holding a back pen out to Lovino to sign. He reached out to take it, and she let her fingers longer over his hand.
The Italian suddenly quickly took his hand back, scribbling down his name in haste then shoved it back to the girl in one quick motion, feeling his cheeks heat up. It dully occurred to him that she was hitting on him, but it occurred to him with a much more force that he, quite honestly, didn't find her attractive at all. Not ugly, no, but... Lovino couldn't see himself kissing her or holding her or anything. It just seemed... Wrong. The girl looked slightly hurt at his rushed actions and Lovino sent her an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry, we're late for an appointment," he offered as an excuse as he turned and quickly strode out of the door. By the time he had walked out, the van was already running, Francis in the driver's seat.
Seeing this, the Italian bristled and stomped over to the driver's seat, yanking at the handle. Francis seemed to have been prepared, however, because the handle was locked. He shot Lovino a knowing look. "Lovino, I am not getting into a car with you driving ever again. You nearly killed me," he said, dramatically placing a hand on his forehead. "Oh, mon cheri, I feel faint just thinking about it..." he said, fluttering his eyelashes.
The nurse scoffed angrily, but knew that they were fucking late, so he trudged over to the passengers side and got it, slamming the door shut so hard the entire car shook. "Whatever. I call driving on the way back," he muttered lowly. Francis, along with several other people besides Feliciano, seemed to think that Lovino was a reckless driver. Which, of course, was not true. Everybody knew that the rules of the road weren't really 'rules', they were more like guidelines. Obviously.
Grumbling under his breath in Italian, because he knew that Francis couldn't understand him and that it pissed him off, Lovino clicked his buckle in and twisted around in his seat to check on Antonio, as he normally did when a patient was first in a car after sucks a long time of being out of a car. To his surprise, Antonio wasn't smiling and looking out of the windows with wide, childlike eyes while trying to will his mind to remember the words so he could pronounce them again, but he was staring right back at Lovino with his emerald green eyes, a whimper escaping his throat.
"Lovi..." the man murmured as his head lolled to the side slightly when the car went over a bump. The curly haired man's stance tensed in the chair and his eyes bored into Lovino's. "I scahed," he mumbled, eyes widening as Francis turned a corner which caused the van to sway slightly.
Lovino honestly had no idea why Antonio was scared. He was strapped in pretty securely, not only into his wheelchair, but his wheelchair was strapped into the van. The chances of Francis crashing a car were about 0.0000001 percent, since the blonde was an extra careful driver whenever patients were in the car. So he was safe, he even had a nice view of the outside which had to be much more interesting than the view from the hospital window. Another curve brought out another scared "Lovi..." from Antonio, and suddenly it hit the Italian.
When asked for details about how Antonio had gotten his brain damage in the first place-people just don't wake up with it-Francis had discovered that Antonio had been in a car crash on his way home from a small vacation on the southern part of Italy, which Lovino believed to be slightly ironic since that was where he was from himself. He had been on his way to the airport, or at least that's what the G.P.S. recovered from the crash had said. He never made it home. After being sent to several local hospitals, none of which could find a way to get the man to respond, he was sent to Spain, his home country where his real home was, for further treatment. When this, too, failed, a hospital in the good old U.S.A. offered to try and take him in to test out some new therapies that college students were forming on the recovery of brain damaged patients. Unfortunately, that hospital had gotten too full, seeing they had opened their doors to pretty much every country with brain dear citizens in need of healing, so Antonio had been sent to the current hospital that Lovino was working at now.
Of course, all of this complicated moving around had started with a car crash. And Antonio was currently in a car. Well, fuck. Sighing, Lovino unbuckled, causing Francis to look over. "What are you...?" He asked in confusion as Lovino scrambled around the seat in a way that several police officers wouldn't be too happy about, and landed in the back of the van with a thump.
"Lovino?" Francis called back in confusion, refusing to take his eyes off the road but wanting to know what exactly the small Italian was doing in the back of the van when he was pretty sure he was just fine sitting in the passengers seat, if not a little pissed because he couldn't drive.
"Focus on the road, fuckface!" Lovino shouted back which causes the blonde to roll his eyes slightly. Ironic, since Lovino never focused on the road himself. He certainly wasn't focusing on the road now, since he was pulling himself up from the awkward and uncomfortable as hell position he had landed in when he had crawled over the seat. Balancing on his knees, Lovino shuffled closer to the rather scared looking Spaniard, whose emerald eyes were watching him.
Sighing, Lovino came closer until he was level with Antonio. "Don't be scared, idiota", he said flatly. Yes, Lovino Vargas was not exactly known for his words of comfort, but he was trying. Antonio tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth to say something before suddenly the van jerked up and down, rolling over a large bump. Antonio clamped his mouth shut, eyes wide in fear as he looked pleadingly at Lovino, who sighed.
"Come on, Antonio..." he said as he blushed at what his next actions would be. But they were for the comfort of his fucking needy patient, so it had to be done. He slowly reached out, and grabbed one of Antonio's limp hands and cradled it to his chest, squeezing it reassuringly. "I'm right here, we're not going to crash," he murmured softly.
Antonio's eyes flickered in what Lovino thought was surprise as he looked at the auburn haired nurse with parted lips and dilated eyes. Then suddenly a small, lopsided smile came over the man's face and he jerked his hand towards himself-not to get it away from Lovino but to bring the nurse closer. Lovino seemed to understand and he shuffled closer, or at least as close as he could get with the giant fucking wheelchair in the way.
Antonio leaned his head, or rather, let his head roll against Lovino's with a content sigh escaping his lips, his had only tightening when Francis rolled over a bump or went around a shape corner. They sat like this, patient against nurse, friend against friend, until they reached the physical therapy building.
Half an hour late.