My Everything

Chapter 4

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.