Teacher, Teacher《UsUk》

Deal

Arthur spent the next few days in the hospital. He hated it but he knes the scrapes and gashed wouldn't heal themselves.
"Another bruised rib." He muttered for the third time today.
He traced a hand over the bandage they tied around his chest, and his other hand to the large plaster on his cheek.
"Arthur, you have a guest." He glanced up, his movements slowed by whatever they were pumping into his right arm. Alfred was standing in the doorway, holding a bouquet of beautiful blue flowers and a box of something.
"Hey Alfred." Arthur smiled and watched his boyfriend walk towards him. Alfred handed him the flowers and kissed his forehead, presenting the box with a flourish.
"Hello Artie," Arthur giggled and stared at the flowers. Bluebells and a little white flower Arthur didn't recognise. Alfred pulled a chair to the edge of the bed, not wanting to make Arthur uncomfortable.
"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly.
"Alfred I'm fine, really. I just wish they'd let me out of here. It's boring." Arthur was still admiring the flowers.
"Does it hurt Artie?" Arthur slid one of the flowers out and held it closer to his face.
"If I breathe heavily yes." He span the flower inbetween his fingers. Alfred suddenly smiled sweetly and took the box off of Arthur's lap, opening it and taking a chocolate truffle from inside.
"Here you go!" Alfred held the chocolate in front of Arthur's mouth and, with a little hesitation, Arthur ate it.
"You shouldn't spend your money on me, Alfie." Arthur felt suddenly queasy. It always happened after eating anything. Alfred's phone beeped and he stood, giving Arthur a kiss on the lips before walking to the other side of the room.
"Goodbye Arthur! I'll visit you again tomorrow!" A nurse came into the room to check whether the chocolates had anything that would mess with Arthur's health in and left again.
Arthur stared at the ceiling for twenty minuites.
"Woah," he whispered, astonished that life could be this boring. Surely he could at least watch something? The door slammed open, making Arthur jump.
"Arthur! My dear friend how are you?" He froze at that voice. No one warned him. Arthur's voice refused to answer to the person in front of him.
"What? You lost your voice, little Artie?" Arthur coughed.
"Francis." Was all he said before locking his eyes onto Francis'.
"Oh, it's been ever so boring without you around," Francis exagerated each word, leaning backwards onto the bed and smirking at the brit.
"You mean you don't have me to kick around all the time." Francis rolled onto his front and poked Arthur right in the ribs.
"Listen to me. I'll make you a deal. I want you to go along with it in exchange for me leaving you be, oui?" Francis stopped playing and became serious. Arthur shuddered.
"What kind of deal?" He had to admit, the sound of being left alone sounded nice but his thoughts on helping Francis with anything was horrifying. The frenchman's face lit up, and he slid closer to Arthur.
"How about... you get me things I want, and I give you things you want."
"How about no?" Francis frowned.
"Shut it, eyebrows. I could easily steal your Alfie from you if I wanted-."
A nurse cut Francis off and shooed him out of the room. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr.Kirkland? Are you okay?" Arthur held up his hand and saw he was shaking.
"N-nnm." He murmered before pulling the covers over his head.

Arthur awoke to the sound of movement, and a loud beeping, quicker than his usual heartbeat. He gulped for air and sat upright, clutching at the bedsheets.
"Arthur! It's okay!" Alfred's voice echoed around his head but didn't calm him in any way. Alfred waved a hand in front of Arthur's face, as he was sitting there, breathing heavily, heartbeat fast and clutching the bed. He cupped his terrified lover's face in his hands, forcing him to look him in the eye. It was when the brit's perfect green eyes didn't focus on his that he was scared.
"Alfred?" Arthur's bottom lip shook and just like a child, he burst into tears. Loud wails that called a nurse to the room.
"Arthur what's wrong? Tell me Artie!" Arthur clutched Alfred's hands in his own and continued sobbing.
"Alfred where are you?" He screamed.
"I'm right in front of you!" Alfred was scared and confused, what's happening to his precious Artie?
"Arthur can't you see me!?" Arthur's sobbing stopped for a moment and he shook his head wildly, hands searching for his lover's face. Alfred was too shocked to speak and just moved his face into Arthurs pale, fragile hands.
"I can't see anything..." Arthur had stopped crying and was just trying to see past the darkness.
"Why?" He whispered before the chemicals kicked in, forcing him to fall asleep. Alfred couldn't move as a nurse led him out of the room. Alice was standing there, cleaning her glasses on the sleeve of her jumper. As soon as she saw Alfred's face, horrified and tear stained she rushed over.
"Alfred, what's going on with Artie?!" At that moment Alfred couldn't stay strong and burst into tears. What was happening to his precious Arthur? Alice comforted Alfred before walking into Arthur's room. Her heart stopped when she saw him motionless, and had to listen for his heartbeat.
"What's wrong with him?" She asked shyly to a nurse who was taking a blood sample from Arthur's arm.
"When he woke, he couldn't see a thing. Poor boy, he's been beaten to the point he could hardly stand and if it wasn't for his boyfriend holding his hands he would have clawed his eyes out himself. He's been tearing the skin on his face apart and we have no idea why." Alice had to hold back tears as she sat next to her sleeping brother. The nurse was cleaning Arthur's arm now, but Alice had to tell them one last thing.
"If Arthur lashes out at anyone, please don't strap him down. He has... hallucinations and his childhood has been haunted to the point where he didn't want to live. He was eight when we found him with a bleeding face, he tried to make himself blind so nothing could hurt him."
The nurse gave a sad smile and left the room. Alice had been through hell itself, living in some stranger's home and several hotels until she brought up the courage to leave her current life and go back to her first one. She was worried for Arthur's sake, seeing her closest friend and twin brother holding a knife to his chest, screaming 'I won't do it' into his reflection made her want to risk her life to save Arthur's. She traced a hand over his arm, remembering the time he cut his hand on a bike chain, and recognising the small scar it left. There were new ones, probably from anywhere or anything. Alice wrote a note, tears now pouring silently off her face.

Dear nurse, (or the next person who reads this)
Please read the following out to Arthur James Kirkland:
Hello Artie, it's Alice.
I want you to know I love you and you can stay strong.
FMB can't hurt you, now you have me, your brothers and Alfred.
I'm sorry for leaving you,
Sorry a million times over.
I love you, little angel.

Alice placed the note on the bedside table and left. Seeing Alfred sat outside, still crying a little made her realise how close they really were. Alfred had to hold a hand to his mouth as he walked away, while Alice just kept her head down and let her tears fall silently. She heard Alfred whisper something under his breath.
"...my Artie... why..." Alice could tell hat this was serious, being blind wasn't just an oh I can't see okay I'll just get a dog to help me or something. It's traumatising. Especially if you suffer like Arthur. Alfred took a deep breath and Alice chose this time to ask about their relationship.
"How long have you been together?" She asked, her tears finally stopping and leaving her eyes red.
"Hm?" Alfred was a mess still, his boyfriend's sobbing stuck in his brain "oh, we've been together for..." he thought this over "over a month I think." Alfred smiled a little "I haven't really kept track, I just got lost in the time we spent together." Alice wiped her tears away.
"Well, you two look cute together. I like you, Jones." Alfred smiled even more.
"Thanks Alice." They both walked their seperate ways. Alfred stopped half way home and wiped a singular tear away. He was scared. Something more than just Francis was going on and he wanted to help him. He was afraid Arthur would find a way to stop it all, but taking his own life with it. Everything was happening too fast. He just wanted Arthur to be safe, happy and just his.

Aaaaaaaa I am so sorry for the wait.
I experienced writers block a lot recently and wrote most of this on a shaky car journey in a mountain that got split in two (it looks as interesting as it sounds) so there might be a few typos.
Also, my brother helped me plot what's going to happen next and I've never seen such a brutal side to him.
Good luck and goodbye.
Ily all~