Hetalia self-harm and depression (Canada) (PruCan)

Chpater 9

Matthews POV:
"Matthew."

The voice of Gilbert said, drawing me from my sleep. I slowly open my eyes, the light burning them, looking to Gilbert who was once again sitting in the chair next to the bed. He gives me a smile, then points to the doctor, who was standing at the end of the bed.

She gave me a smile.

"Good morning Matthew."

She said, handing me a paper. I look over it.

'Keystone Heights Psychiatric Hospital'

'This must be where I'm going.'

I conclude, reading farther down.

My eyes widen at the address. I look up at the doctor.

"This is a hour and a half away."

I point out, and she nods.

"It's the closest one that we believed would be the best for you."

She explained, and I understood, going back to reading over the paper.

'Keystone Heights Psychiatric Hospital is located at the address of 1384 Valley View Road in Keystone Heights, WA, and it houses all ages.'

"What do you think birdie?"

Gilbert asked, and I thought for a moment.

'What do I think of this?'

"It's...ok."

I say, continuing to read down the paper.

"We called your family, they said they were fine with paying for the hospital stay and your papa and dad are going to bring up clothes for you."

The doctor explained to me, handing Gilbert what looked to be a menu.

"Matthew needs to eat something so here is the hospital menu, you can order something as well if you would like."

She told him, but he just handed it back.

"Thank you, but I'm planning on bringing back food for him, I need to go home and change clothes so I decided I would just pick up food on my way back."

She smiled, taking back the menu.

"Matthew is lucky to have a friend like you."

I looked up at him.

"I guess I am huh?"

Alfred's POV:
"Ve~ Alfred are you ok?"

Feliciano asked, but I didn't look up from my paper.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"No you're not amigo, tell us what's wrong."

I sigh.

"My brother Matthew is in the hospital and we aren't allowed to see him."

Lovino spun a pencil around his fingers.

"Why not?"

He questioned.

"Because he attempted suicide, and apparently it was our fault."

I explained, and silence took over the little group I was sitting with.

Feliciano was the one to break it.

"Is anyone with him? Or is he all alone in the hospital?"

He asked, sounding sad. A small amount of anger filled my system.