Flowershop

Chapter Eleven

Kiku shook his head in his sleep, not wanting to wake up just yet. His eyes slowly opened to his phone going off, and after carefully checking the caller ID this time, he saw that it was Alfred. He looked over at his clock to see it was two minutes to the time his alarm would go off. He rolled his eyes, wanting those last two minutes of sleep.
Oh well.
"Yes, Alfred?" He asked, trying not to seem too tired. "Oh, dude, you're up! Okay, so I won't be able to come to the Flowershop today, I'm gonna be with my parents at the hospital, they have to run a few tests I guess," said Alfred tersely. "But, if you want to hang out later, you can take me to the optometrist, to you know, get new glasses," Alfred said, his voice pumper with excitement although, having talked about his sick father moments before. Kiku remembered how he accidentally broke his glasses, and held back a laugh. "Okay, I'll be there."

His day at the Flowershop seemed very dull, with no Alfred there to brighten things up. Though, his day went by a bit faster than usual with the knowledge that he was seeing this very man after his shift. With a bouquet of forget-me-nots in hand, he locked up and set out to the hospital, almost getting lost a few times. He drove insistently, and terse with the fact that today was the day he had tell Alfred how he was feeling. He arrived a little later than anticipated, though, for none of the lights seemed to be in his favor that day. Kiku was struck with the sudden realization that he had no idea when visiting hours would end, and hurried up a little.

"Uh.. Arthur Kirkland?" Kiku said, not exactly sure if he got the man's last name right; he didn't quite remember what it was. The scanned her chart for a few seconds, before finding it and showing it to him. "Ah, Mr. Arthur Kirkland, second floor, room 21B." She replied with a falsely cheery smile. "Thank you, ma'am," Kiku said, trying to locate the elevators. After a couple of minutes however, he had found them and was being forced to listen to horrible elevator music, hoping to get off so he didn't have to hear it anymore.

He knocked tentively, peering into the room. "Excuse me..." He said quietly, getting the attention of the American and the Frenchman. "Oh, there you are Kiku, I didn't know where you were!" Said Alfred, bouncing over to meet him. "Ah, yes, I apologize, I got a little stuck in traffic," Kiku nervously laughed. He walked over to Arthur slowly, not wanting to trip over anything. "Uh, Mr. Kirkland? These are for you," He said, gesturing to the bouquet of flowers on his hands. Arthur smiled at them, looking at them fondly. "Why, thank you Kiku, I don't know what I'd do without these," Arthur said, waving his hand over. "Francis, can you find a place to put these?" He called. Francis came striding over, taking them off his husband's hands. Alfred looked down at his phone, startled. "Oh, Kiku we have to go now! We're going to be late, oh my gosh!" He said, blundering over to the other side of the room "Papa, I'll be back! Sorry," He said hurriedly. Kiku restrained himself from rolling his eyes. How did this happen literally everytime they had to go somewhere?!

As he was pulled out of the dry hospital room, he raised his hand in farewell and tried to say goodbye to Alfred's parents. "Alfred, how is it we're always late to something?" He questioned, still being dragged by the other. They were gaining strange looks from the the other people in the hospital, something the blond seemed incredibly oblivious to, just stuck in his own little world, ignorant to everything around them.

"Uh, Kiku, can I drive?" Alfred asked, not really wanting to endure Kiku's jerky driving. It's not that it made Alfred nervous, he just thought it would be a little more comfortable with a smoother driver. And, he knew how to actually get to the place. "Sure...?" Kiku said questioningly, suspicious of the American's intentions. He better not end up surprising me again, Kiku thought, remembering what became of all of his other "surprises".
"Oh, but wait, you can't s-" Kiku said, remembering his broken glasses.
"No, it's ok, I'll do it!"