AN: Hey all ^^ Here is the bonus chapter told in Alfred's point of view (mainly for chapter 11 and 13). It should clear up any confusion any one has on what happened~

And here's another bonus, I'm writing a sequal to this story ^^ It will be told in Alfred's point of view and if all goes well the first chapter should be posted this upcoming weekend!

Enjoy!

I could see the truck coming out of the corner of my eye long before my brain registered its approach. I could feel my body start to freeze up and shut down as the blinding lights of the truck filled my vision. It was in that moment that I realized I was going to die in which I felt two hands slam into my back and send me flying forward into the sidewalk. My head was ringing and spinning as it collided with the cement and the world was a blur.

I heard tires screech as well as several screams, my brain barely registering what was going on as I watched snowflakes fall to the ground. Though my head was throbbing I sat up. I blinked; the world was fuzzy and cold. I lifted a hand to my face and felt no glasses resting on my nose. I would have looked for them if I hadn't seen the blurry figure of a man collapsed in front of the truck. I stood on shaky legs and I stumbled forward.

He was just lying there, on his side, splayed out as if he was sleeping. His eyes were half closed and each breath he drew rattled in his chest. I felt my knees connect with the pavement and my hands touched him lightly, drawing back at the warm sticky liquid. "Arthur." I whispered my voice dry and cracking with tears. My hands found his shoulders and I gave him a very gentle shake, "Arthur." I said my voice raising an octave, "Arthur wake up!" I could feel the eyes of the people around me settle on us, surrounding us. I felt like I was suffocating. No, no, no! He was okay; he was just sleeping, just sleeping, yea that's what he was. Just sleeping.

Hands gripped my jacket and I was pulled back and away from Arthur and my hands flew out, fingers trying to grasp him and I was on my back. Faces drifted in my view and I hear them asking questions, but they weren't important. "Arthur!" I screamed, fighting the hands. "Arthur!" More hands fell on my shoulders and they were comforting, a voice whispering things like 'it's all right' and 'just relax'. The tears that I didn't know were in my eyes flowed freely as I looked at the snow falling. It was so pretty, so beautiful. I turn my head and watched as they moved Arthur oh so carefully, lifting his sleeping body onto the gurney and into an ambulance. My eyes followed them until I was inside my own ambulance.

"I'm sorry."

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My hospital stay was short in terms of me being a patient. In terms of me being a visitor, it was every day with every hour I could spare. Nothing stopped me from staying past visiting hours and well into the night, because Arthur needed me.

In all this time, I had been the one to need Arthur, in my mind he was my escape from reality, my source of real joy. He was my best friend, but I was no friend to him. I put him in this white unfeeling room, surrounded by machines that beeped and purred as he stayed in his non existing state.

The doctors said he had fallen into a coma. They didn't know how long he would be in it for or if he had brain damage. He could end up being a potato for the rest of his life. After learning all this I shut down, only really awakening when Arthur was involved. I gave up all my things, selling them to help pay for his hospital bills. I sold my apartment as well and moved into his, to care for his things and keep it just the way it was for his return, because he would return. He would come back to me.

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One day as I was sitting in the hospital with him just six months after the accident, talking about useless things as I usually did when I noticed the constant calm beat of the heart monitor was picking up. My mind froze and he began choking on the tube that was helping him breath. I called for help and it came. Doctors and nurses rushed in and pushed me out. I could feel the world around me spinning again. What if he died alone in that room of strangers? I spun around and pushed in, watching as they removed the tube.

Arthur's eyes were wide open and unseeing, but he was struggling to breath, struggling to breathe on his own, no tube shoved down his throat to pump oxygen into his lungs. His body was rejecting it and the second it came out he let a piercing scream and passed out, falling into a restful sleep but breathing on his own. I felt tears begin to flow down my cheeks as I made my way back over to the chair next to his bed. No more tube needed. One less machine attached to him. One more step to him returning.

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It was a warm day, not too long after they had removed the breathing tube. But it was one of my off days. I felt like I couldn't speak or I'd vomit. So I just held his hand, begging him to wake up. "Please Artie, wake up. Please come back, I'm so sorry I didn't mean anything I said. Please just…" My throat closed up, "Just do something, please." I rested my head on the bed and I felt something in my hand move. I looked up and felt the squeeze again. I let out a sob and shot forward, carful of what injuries he still had as my arms laced around him and I cried. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh god Artie, Arthur, thank you. You're amazing, good, thank you!" I just babbled for a while longer before resting my head on his hand and continuing my praise, just at a softer octave.

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It was a beautiful day. The sun was bright and shining, the birds were singing and I don't think I had ever seen a bluer sky. But what made it so beautiful was that Arthur woke up. I sucked in a deep breath and his eyes shot from the window, to me. I could feel them running over every inch of me as if trying to find a fault. Then he began crying and his mouth opened and let loose word after word that was garbled like his mouth was full of stones. Then he screamed and curled away from me.

I felt tears rolling down my face in horror and joy. He was awake, but he feared me.

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The doctors spoke with him privately, but when I was allowed in I spilled everything. I cried and clung to him and apologized for everything I had said, feeling the world mending itself around me as I did so. He called me a fool for all these thoughts and feelings. I just called him a hero

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I was the one to bring him home from the hospital. He didn't seem to mind that I had moved in, in fact he seemed happy. I tried to stay awake with him as we sat on the couch like old times, but my eyes were heavy and I felt so relaxed I couldn't help it. I could feel myself falling and my head resting someplace that was defiantly not a shoulder or a pillow, but I could care less as I felt fingers work their way through my hair. I let out a content hum and fell into a deep sleep, knowing that when I woke Arthur would still be there and he would be just fine.