Informing You

Chapter Seven: Arthur's Collection

Arthur yelled for a doctor the second he exited his vehicle. He enter the emergency room and frantically asked for help, still shirtless, mind you. The nurses exchanged looks before hurrying to get a gurney. They pulled Anna out of the small car and checked her vitals and started an IV as they rolled her in. Arthur was stopped at some double doors, and asked to sit down and fill out paperwork.

Once he was done, he decided to call Sam, Anna's friend. Maybe she knows what was happening?

"Hello? Artie, ya never call, so what's up?" she answered.

He gulped, "Anna is in the hospital, she started hyperventilating and stuff...heck, I don't know what to do right now..."

Sam took in this information, "What was she doing?" she asked.

Arthur's face went red, "Ahem...um...uh...looking at me." he didn't want to mention what they were doing before, but Sam asked to know. Maybe it would help him understand. "We were kissing." he said.

"Oh, la-la." Sam laughed, "I wasn't told you were that good."

"Shut up you bloody wanker! This is serious! She's in hospital!" he yelled into the phone, not understanding how any friend could not be worried at a time such as this.

She sighed on the other end, "Has she told you about those scars on her stomach?"

"No."

"Well, ask her when she wakes up."

"Why?"

"I'm willing to bet Alfred's whole stash of hamburgers that this is related to what happened a few years back....go easy on her, Art." Arthur could hear Alfred saying something angry about her betting his hamburgers. "It was fairly traumatic. I've got goosebumps thinking back on it myself.".

"Okay. I will." he answered after a moment. "Could you by chance come over? I think she'd like to talk to you." England leaned back in his seat and rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes.

"Sure. I'll catch a flight...I think I can hit the one after dinner...." the American woman replied. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Sam."

"Don't mention it."

Arthur locked his phone and placed it on his thigh, not opening his eyes. Just as he was beginning to drift off, an elderly woman smacked him with her rather hefty purse. "Put on a shirt young man!" she angrily ordered, "It's horribly ungentlemanly to go around half-naked!"

He knew Anna hated when he lost his cool, so instead this old woman got a bullet of good old facts. "I'm terribly sorry, madam, but although I appreciate your opinion, I have just saved someone's life."

"Who was it then?" She ordered. "It must be important if you went outside looking like that!"

"It was my g-fiancé, madam. She passed out on me and..." He gulped, trying to stay composed. "Gosh, I don't know what to do."

"I'm sorry, my boy," Well, she changed her tune fast. He needed a staples button, because darn that was easy. "You've done all you can..."

Anna's eyes slowly began to open, she saw lights...like in a hospital. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, but she knew she wasn't at Arthur's, or her place. "Wh-" she tried speaking, yet found her throat was dry. "Where am I?" she managed, opening her eyes all the way. No one was in the room, it was quiet; eerily so. She blinked a few times to steady her vision, raising her hands to rub her eyes. She paused for a moment to look at the tubes and wires connected to her. "Why..."

"Took you long enough to wake up." Sam snorted, "Here I thought I flew all the way over just to watch you sleep."

Anna turned her head to the doorway where her friend stood, cross armed and leaning against the beige wall. "Sam?"