Lost Souls

Chapter Fourteen

A month passed and soon it was Arthur's birthday. During that time Alfred had become more reclusive, choosing not to talk to Matthew unless he absolutely had to.
Kiku didn't even stop by as much anymore, which worried Arthur. What if he died again because Alfred was being a little bitch?
On the day of Arthur's birthday, Matthew curled up in Alfred's bed. He had sent Gilbert home the night before so the two boys were alone.
Francis had followed his sibling in as well. Even though the younger two didn't know it, this was like a little family event.
"So..." Francis and Arthur hadn't spoken much over the time since that sleepover. The tension between them was thick.
"So..." Arthur repeated back.
Francis shifted uncomfortably.
"Alfred...it's okay to cry around me. You know that right?"
"Mhm." Alfred groaned from the bulk of the blanket.
"Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
"Mmm...."
"Alfred, please talk to me..." Matthew begged softly.
"FUCK OFF, MATTHEW!" Alfred shoved his friend off of him, causing the blond to topple off the bed, his head hitting the nightstand. He cried out in pain, writhing on the floor as blood squirted everywhere and the lamp, which had been balanced on the stand only moments before, wobbled and fell onto the teen's head, knocking him unconscious.
"Matthew!" Francis yelled, eyes watering as he rushed toward his younger brother.
"Shit!" Alfred cursed, looking around in panic. He located his cell phone and dialled a number. Arthur thought it was emergency services until the tiny beeps exceeded three.
"Kiku...I need your help...Matthew hit his head and I don't know what to do..."
He was calling his boyfriend at a time like this?
The blond nodded a few times as the Japanese boy spoke. Then, he thanked Kiku and hung up.
Francis was crying at that point and it was making the lights flicker. But Alfred didn't notice he was too busy scooping the bleeding male into his arms and running toward the staircase.
He almost tripped going down, causing Francis to shriek and the lights to flicker even more. What the hell was this guy doing?
And how?
The two ghosts followed Alfred as he made his way to Arthur's car, placing Matthew in the back seat carefully and preparing to drive.
He only had his beginners so he wasn't really supposed to drive without somebody with their full license. But this was an emergency. The American sped off to the hospital, two ghosts in tow.

I was making a Russia pillow for my wife and I had sewn everything but the bottom and my mom came by like "wow is that a hat?" And I was like "it's gonna be a pillow." Then she put it on my head and I was like "wow! This could be a hat." So I hemmed the bottom and I guess I have a hat now....

ps: enjoy my kitchen muchachas.