Fidd and Ford.

Chapter 5

Fiddleford awoke to the sound of the fire alarm ringing throughout the house. There was a loud crash it sounded like metal and China hitting the floor "AHHH! MOTHER FU- ARGGGG!!!" Ford screamed in pain. Fiddleford jumped up at the sound of his lovers painful cry. Fidd ran down the hall way to the kitchen to find Ford lying on the floor in pain. There were splatters of blood all over the floor and boiling water all around him. Ford was clutching on to his right arm. "STANFORD" Fiddleford gasped and ran to ford's aid "What happened? Are you hurt? Where's the pain? Come on ford speak to me " Fiddleford question out of confusion. " my arm. I think it's scalded." Ford moaned in pain. "Come on we gotta get you to a hospital" Fidd demanded as he picked up ford from the floor. "careful now, easy does it" Fiddleford said softly, he didn't want to cause ford any more pain.

Fiddleford carried ford all the way to the car and buckled him into the passenger seat. "sit tight, I'm going to try and get you to the hospital as fast as I can" Fidd said whilst leaning in to kiss ford on his cheek for reassurance.

Fidd ran around the car to the drivers seat. He put the key in the ignition and they set off to the hospital.
Ford groaned in pain the entire trip to the hospital. "we are almost there. Just hang on a little longer" Fidd said trying to make things better. "Thanks fidd's. Argg" ford cried. "What we're you even doing ?" Fiddleford questioned. "I-i was trying to make you breakfast in bed....arggg. To make up for my-my absence yesterday...I was pouring you a cup of tea when i-i slipped. The boiling water went everywhere and the cup broke.. Grr" Ford explained whilst clinging onto his scolded arm. "You were doing that all for me. You softy. How could I stay mad at you?" Fiddleford smiled. " just hang on for five minutes, okay darling".

At the hospital Fidd helped Ford walk up to the accident and emergency ward reception desk. "please help my friend, he is badly scolded his right arm and cut himself on some broken china" Fiddleford explained. The receptionist immediately called for a wheel chair for ford. "I will need you to fill out this form" the receptionist stated whilst handing Fidd a sheet of paper and a pen.

Two men came walking through the door next the the reception area pushing a wheel chair. " this one" the receptionist said pointing her finger at the suffering Stanford. The two men helped Ford into the wheelchair and began to push him away. Fiddleford tried to follow after them but was stopped "sorry family members allowed in the ward " one of the men said. Fiddleford looked down at ford "um, I will just go home and tidy up the house, okay?" Fiddleford said. Fidd refrained from saying 'I love you' out loud. Fidd was always timid about showing his affection for Ford in public. He was scared about how people would react to it. He had herd tales of people's violent reactions, that made him terrified about showing his affection around strangers. So ford and Fidd decided that they would use a special signal that meant ' I love you' but other people wouldn't know. The signal was a simple wipe from the top of the forehead and down the face to the chin. It wasn't much but to fidd and ford it meant everything.

Fidd did their secret signal and ford copied the action in return. Then ford was wheeled away through the doors out of fidd's sight. He then stood at the reception desk and filled out the form."Call me if he needs anything or he needs picking up. Oh and please take good care of him, he's a good friend of mine" Fiddleford smiled as he walked out of the hospital.

As soon as he reached the car however his smile was gone, his eyes were tearful and he was letting out small whimpers every now and again. As he sat in the drivers seat he cupped his face in his hands and cried. Thoughts began to cloud fidd's mind; what if he's not okay, what If the broken china did unfixable damage, what if they can't save his arm, what if they take away his extra fingers, what if he needs me in there or what if he doesn't make it.

Fidd couldn't cope, he needed to relive his stress. He looked at the glove compartment. Fidd kept a stash of cigarettes in there. " no, ford wouldn't want you to do that" Fidd told himself. Ford didn't like it when Fiddleford smoked, he didn't like the fact the his partner was literally killing himself. Ford was the one that made him quit because he cared about fidd's health. "no, I just need to get home and not think about it, that's all" Fidd said to himself before driving out of the hospital's car park.

As he pulled up to the house, he gave a long sigh and stepped out of the car. He walked down the path and unlocked the door. As he entered the house he shut the door then slid his back down the wall. He gave out a long sigh as the thoughts of ford came flooding back into his mind "no!" He exclaimed "I won't think about it, I just need to keep occupied". He picked himself off of the floor and began to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

He saw the meal ford was preparing for him on the table. It consisted of a pile of pancakes topped with butter and syrup (fidd's favourite breakfast meal) with a side of bacon, however fidd smelt something in the air, like burnt toast. The looked over his shoulder to the toaster to low and behold charcoal coloured toast sitting in the toaster "that's probably what set the fire alarm off" Fidd chuckled to himself. Something else caught his eye however, it was a small card. Written on it was :

Dearest Fiddleford,
I am terribly sorry for missing our dinner and night together. To make it up to you I will be your slave for the rest of the day, doting on your every need and fulfilling your every request.
Faithfully yours, Ford

Fiddleford smiled at the card and all the trouble he had gone too just to make him happy. Then he grew sad. Fidd blamed himself for what had happened to ford. If Fidd wasn't mad at him none of this would have happened. His stomach twisted and turned. He couldn't deal with it anymore he frantically searched the house for a bottle of wine. Wine was one of fidd's ways of reliving stress, even though ford disapproved of his sometimes abusive use of it. Ford said Fidd changes when he gets drunk. He turns angry and cold. Ford Even said that Fiddleford would act like he forgets their relationship (even the fact that he's gay) and would throw verbal abuse at Ford, mainly about his sexuality.

Fidd finally found a bottle hidden at the back of the fridge."Just one glass, control yourself Fiddleford, we need to be able to drive to pick up ford" Fidd said sternly to himself as he poured him self a glass.

Hours passed, Fidd Was sitting alone at the table, waiting in the dark kitchen. He had kept to his word about just drinking one glass. Every now and then he would take small sips, to try and keep himself sober but relive his pain.
Fidd was about to take another sip of the alcohol but he was stopped when the phone rang. Fiddleford rushed to the phone, in hope that it was the hospital saying that ford was okay.
He picked up the phone.
"Hello"
"Hello this is the Gravity falls accident and emergency ward. Is this Fiddleford hadron McGucket?" The woman's voice asked.
"Yes. Yes it is. How is he? Is he okay?" Fiddleford asked frantically.
"I can assure you he is fine, but doctors would like to keep him in over night to keep an eye on him" the receptionist responded.
"Really? Can I come and see him? When can I pick him up?" Fiddleford asked excitedly.
"I'm sorry but we don't allow visitors after nine o'clock, but if doctors are happy with his health you can collect him at mid day tomorrow" the receptionist answered.
"Thank you for letting me know" Fiddleford then set down the phone and let out a little Yelp of excitement. "mid day" he whispered to himself.
'It's getting late' Fidd thought. He walked across the kitchen to fords bedroom 'I'll just keep his bed warm for him' Fiddleford told himself as he entered fords room and closed the door behind him.