Snapped In The City of Love

2

Sirens roared, screaming around them as an ambulance sped onto the scene. It was followed shortly by multiple district police cars and some federal SWAT units. This also brought the news journalists and photographers.

Feliciano tried keeping as much pressure on Gilbert's wounds as he could, no matter how much he wanted to pull his hands away from the stomach churning sight. The sticky, gross feeling of blood seeping through his fingers didn't help him fight the urge either. He gave a dissatisfied whimper at the odd feeling such red liquid created as it continually seeped through his digits.

Arthur held tight to Alfred, his attempts to keep calm failing, as he waited for the drivers of the ambulance to get out of the automobile. He waited for them impatiently to help his lover, whom coughed a bit of blood through his parted lips and wheezing lightly around yelling muscles. Alfred's eyes burned with tears, pain ripped through his body and in every fiber of his being. He opened his mouth to give a scream, but all that came out was a whimper mingled with the sounds of a groan.

He'd never been so scared in his life, not even when he fought in the war. Is this the fear that people said I'd experience before I'd die? Alfred thought, his body unintentionally starting to shake as his memory recalled the dozens of conversations he had with wounded soldiers.

At some point in his reminisces, he felt himself being lifted onto a stiff stretcher. Alfred barely turned his head and saw two men, whom looking down at him with worried faces as they exchanged French to each other quietly.

That's when it finally went black for Al, his vision slowly fading into a pitless oblivion...

Hours later found Arthur sitting in the local hospital emergency room with Feliciano, whom just sat there with a stupid grin on his face. At some point Arthur began to wonder if he was high or something. Either way he was seemingly unaffected by the events that had just recently occurred a few hours before, and he'd let out the occasional 'Ve~' while in thought.

Arthur had sat beside him while worrying about Alfred, who had yet to be placed in a recovery room because of the invasive surgery he was in. His back and hip were decked in small knicks in the skin that caused he winced as he moved to lean back.

Feliciano looked over to Arthur, unworried, and asked quietly, "Ve~ Weren't you on the investigation in Japan?"

"Ah- oh, yes. I was." Arthur answered, blindsided by the question that appeared out of the blue.

"I-a heard that the killers were Italian?" Feliciano inquired, resting his chin in his palms while his elbows leaned on his knees.

"I-I'm not allowed to speak of it. "He looked a bit sorry, biting his lip as he turned his head forward again.

"Ah, I-a see.." Feliciano looked deflated at the response Arthur had given him. His thoughts began to float back to his partner in his own surgery.

"But I can agree with your statement." Arthur piped up after a moment that had stretched into an infinity.

Feliciano gave a nod, smiling and uttering a small "Si..." under his breath.

A string of German swear words arises in the air, and Ludwig walks -more like limps- through a set of double doors with a hip to foot brace on. His face had been contorted into a quite terrifying mix of annoyance and pain as he listen to two old friend chastise him.

"Hey man! Sit your ass down, you're gonna A.) Hurt yourself, more than you are, or B) Get infected!" A raven haired girl in loose, baggy, black Skeleton Jack scrubs exclaimed, sounding like she had come from the northeast. Possibly somewhere close to Boston, to be a bit more specific.