The searing pain in your arm caused you to jerk upright in your bed. That and the doorbell ringing. Your notebook was still pressed to your chest so you set it down beside your on your nightstand. The doorbell rang again and you groaned. You needed to take care of your arm but you couldn't be rude. So, you pushed yourself out from under the covers with your good arm.
When your bare feet touches the floor of your bedroom, the sound of crinkling paper caught your attention. You looked down at your injured arm and fitted loosely between your numb fingers was the paper you had foolishly dove after. Why had it been so important that you get it? With your good hand, you spread the crumpled paper out against the surface of your notebook. It was the dark door you had drawn.
The doorbell rings again. With a frown, you leave the drawing and rush to the front door, cradling your injured arm. With a fair amount of difficulty, you mange to unlock and open the door. Ethan stands at your threshold with a wide grin... until he sees the pain in your eyes the oddly bent arm.
"Holy crap!" He reaches out to touch you but thinks better of it and pulls his hands away. "What happened?" He seems as if he is trying not to sound panicked for your sake.
Well you couldn't just tell him that two fighting immortal countries had been the ones to injure you as they were fighting, now could you? "I feel out of bed." You lie quickly. At least that could give you and excuse for the fast-forming bump on the back of your skull. "I tried to break my fall but it didn't really work out." You give a sheepish laugh but cringe again as you see his serious face. "Could you drive me to the hospital?"
"Of course!" Ethan jumps into actions. "Where are your shoes and keys?" You scan quickly for your boots but remember you'd left them by the river.
"Shoes are in the closet, grab me any pair, and my keys are in my jacket pocket." Ethan is quick at preparing everything, helping you slip your feet into a pair of runners and draping your coat around your shoulders. He locks the door behind you and leads you to your car, opening the passenger side door for you and buckling you in. "Thanks." You say as he installs himself in the driver's seat and starts the car.
"No problem." He smiles and backs out of your driveway. The drive to the hospital was quiet. Ethan seemed unsure if he should talk to you about your arm or ignore the issue completely.
He pulls up to the hospital and parks the car. "Do you want me to come with you?" He asks.
"Um..." You look out your window. "Yes please."
Ethan helps you unbuckle your seat and leads you into the emergency room. As you make your way across the pavement, a searing pain races trough your arm and you let out a pained scream. "what happened?" Ethan asks, trying not to seem panicked. "Did I do something?"
It wasn't him. It had to be your friends back in the other world, trying to help fix your arm. You shake your head. "No. It's not your. I must have twisted it weird or something." You pretend to adjust your arm into a more comfortable position. "I'll be more careful."
***
"That's quite the flamboyant cast." Ethan teases.
You look down at the cast you picked. It was (f/c). You wanted it to stand out an make the country who broke it feel guilty and hopefully remember never to fight while you were in the same room ever again. Sure, it was a little mean of you to want to make them feel bad... but it was for your own safety. You guess you'll also always have to stay behind the country tat is trying to protect you...
"I'll have to apologize to Francis." You mutter.
"Who's Francis?" Ethan asks. His green eyes look a little bit angry at the fact you seem o be spending time with another guy.
Crap. You'll have to lie to him again. "He's my... boss." You say after a moment of hesitation. "I had to miss work today because of this." You hold up your cast.
Ethan nods. "He'll understand." He opens your car door for you then moves around it to get into the driver's side. "Where do you work, anyway?" He asks, pulling out of the parking lot.
Shit. "The art center." Is the first thing to pop into your mind. "I paint the stars." You add quickly. That wasn't a lie and at least you had proof that you paint the stars. Arthur had given you your notebook back. How he'd gotten it, you had no idea. You'll have to ask him when you went to sleep.
"Are you up for something to eat?" Ethan asks.
You just wanted to get back to Arthur and Gilbert. You have unanswered questions. "I just want to get to bed... sorry." You feel bad about shooting him down.
Ethan takes the rejection in stride. "Of course. I understand." He smiles and turns onto your road.
"You can borrow my car to get home, if you want." You offer, noticing the fluffy snowflakes that had started to drift down silently.
"Thank you." Ethan smiles even wider. "I'll make sure to get it back to you in one piece."
"I trust you." You laugh as Ethan pulls into your driveway. He helps you up to your door and unlocks it for you. "Thanks for bringing me to the hospital." You turn and smile at him.
"Anything for a friend. And thanks for letting me use your car." He says before leaning down and giving you a one-armed hug. "See you later."
You wave after him as he pulls out of the driveway and heads down the street back towards the main road. It's only when you car is out of view that you go back to your bedroom, change into a clean pair of clothes (with some difficulty) and climb into bed. Before settling down, you fold the drawing of the dark door and tuck it into the pages of your notebook.
With that, you tuck the leather bound book under your shirt so you don't drop it if you roll over and close your eyes, praying for sleep to take you as quickly as possible.
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Fanfiction(Prussia X Reader) Painting the constellations has always been your passion... and you wanted that passion to be shared with the world. After that dream is brutally crushed, you discard your artwork and think nothing of it... until appears once aga...
