Matthew checked in at the front desk as Alfred's brother but I was a different story. Apparently I had foreigner written all over my face.
"Due to the influenza going around we can't let anyone who isn't family see any of the patients." The lady said making me bite the inside of my cheek.
"He is family, he's the soon to be husband. That should count for something right?" I whipped my head to the side and he just smiled. The nurse on the other hand looked back and forth between us in a confused state before talking again.
"Um yes, that is fine I suppose. He is on the second floor. Room 267." He laughed at my flustered face all the way up the elevator until we got to Alfred's room when he suddenly stopped.
" I know it's likely that he hasn't waken up yet but I can't help but think that maybe there is a small chance that I'm going to walk in there and my brother is going to be ok." His voice became softer towards the end of his statement, I hadn't the slightest idea of what to say so I pat his back and opened the door. We were greeted yet again with the steady beat of a monitor and Alfred laying almost lifeless in bed, oxygen mask strapped tightly to his face.
After a couple minutes of getting situated in the uncomfortable hospital chairs Matthew turned the tv on and started flipping through channels. There was an awkward peacefulness to my being here. I barely knew this kid but I didn't want to leave his side. I wouldn't leave until every tissue in his body somehow put itself back together. That and I couldn't leave Matthew here alone, he flew all the way out here to find his brother broken and in the hospital for his entire visit. He told me he was needed back home in a week or so due to games, he was worried that his brother wouldn't wake up before he had to leave and he was heartbroken.
