Where Thou Art, That Is Home (Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter 99~!

Sooo... Are you still with me?

Yeah? We cool? Cool.

Thanks, guys. You've been absolutely wonderful.

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"Wow, that's healed up super well," Dr. Jones commented as he peeled away the last of the bandage encasing part of my arm.

I still had no idea how I got that injury, or the one on my cheek for that matter.

"Alright, and now for this one," the doctor said as he gently pulled the tape off and let the cotton pad fall into his hand.

"How is it?" I asked, worrying that my face was going to be marked forever by a scar.

"I don't think you'll be able to see that scar for very long, to be honest," was his reply as he held up a small handheld mirror and let me take it from him. I looked hard at my reflection and gently bit my lower lip.

The stitches, which had been removed yesterday, had barely left any indications that they had once existed in my skin. Said skin was closing, practically closed already, and losing its red color. If anything, the scar would be thin, faint, and pale.

I was one lucky son of a gun.

"So, when will I get released from here?" I asked while handing him back his mirror. It slipped neatly into the front pocket of his pristinely white coat.

"Probably later today. I can't see any reason why you wouldn't be made to stay another night," Dr. Jones answered. "You've got somewhere to stay, right?"

I nodded. "Gilbert said he would let me stay with him and his little brother for a while. As long as I needed to, anyway."

"Cool!" He stood and made for the door, then remembered something and turned. "We're not really sure what's making your amnesia possible since the scans we got of your brain look totally normal, but we'll get it all sorted out. M'kay?"

My head bobbed in a nod again. "Okay. I hope whatever it is, it's not too serious."

"Same here. Gotta go, you get some rest or something," he told me oh-so-professionally as he disappeared around the door frame.

I sat back against my pillows and crossed my legs boredly. What was there to do? My television wasn't very inviting, I mean all they had were shows I had already seen during my stay in the hospital. No books, no games, no people to talk to... Lame.

My salvation arrived in the form of Gilbert and my discharge papers. He hugged me excitedly and lifted my feet off the ground for a second before smiling up at me and putting me back on earth.

"Ready to go?" he asked me cheerfully.

"Yes," I said with conviction. "And boy, you sure seem excited."

"Of course I am!" He grinned and took my hand, leading me out the door of my room. I had already changed into street clothes in anticipation of leaving.

"So, we'll stop by your apartment and get some of your stuff," Gil said, "before going to my place. Luddy should be home from school by the time we get there."

"Sounds good," I replied, signing my name as best I could in some log I didn't really take the time to read. A quick glance, a scan or a skim if you will. Whatever. I just wanted to get away from all the plain white walls and squeaky scrubs.

Then we were out of there, and I was so happy to be under the sky again! The busy sounds of a thousand cars and hundreds of pedestrians hammered into me unexpectedly, but, almost like muscle memory, they didn't bother me after a minute. I climbed into Gilbert's car, a new-ish silver Honda Civic, and buckled in.