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Wow like nobody's reading this story! But, hey, I figured that much when I started writing it. It's an odd paring and the story is dark.

Thank you to those of you that are reading this. A review would make me super happy. Tell me what you think so far. K?

Anxieties

Chapter three

Arthur rang the doorbell for the fourth time. Something the well-mannered Brit felt under normal circumstances would have been very rude, but no matter what he couldn't shack the feeling that something was off. He'd bumped in to Matthew on his way back from visiting Gilbert not ten minutes ago. Matt had said that Gilbert had seemed really upset with him, but he didn't know why. Arthur did though and as so as he parted with the Canadian he bolted for Gilberts.

He rang the doorbell for the fifth time with no answer. No matter how many times he tried calling Gil's cell he didn't answer witch was not something that happened with the German man. His phone was his lifeline he never let it die and always answered it.

Arthur gave up on the doorbell and tried the nob instead. The door swung open with ease. He called for Gilbert as he slowly ventured in to the house. No one answer. He checked each room as he went. At the top of the stares he saw the light was on in the upstairs bath room and the door was ajar.

"Gilbert" He called nervously. May be the Germen had been in the shower and that's why he didn't answer the door. No response came so Arthur approached the door and pushed it open slowly. When the room came in to full view he could not suppress his panicked scream.

Gilbert lay on the floor where he'd fallen with the pills scattered on the linoleum from the battle that lay only a few inched from his fingertips. Arthur quickly grabbed the man's wrist to check for his pals. To his relief there was one. He proceeded to pull out his cell phone and call for help.

Everything became a chaotic blur for Arthur from the moment the EMT arrived until he found himself standing outside the hospital room when the doctor approached him. The physician greeted him with a kind smile. The expression scared him because he wasn't sure if it was a good sign or not.

"Arthur Kirkland?" The doctor asked.

"Yes, sir"

"Gilbert will be fine and is scheduled for relies tomorrow." The doctor told him.

"Tomorrow? But, shouldn't he stay longer until you know that he won't do it again." Arthur asked vary confused.

"No he's to be released tomorrow." The doctor responded. "Now you may go in and see him. I have other patients to attend to." And with that the doctor walked away.

Gilbert appeared to be quietly sleeping when Arthur entered the room. He pulled up a chair beside his hospital bed and sat down. The Brit watched him for a little while before he dared to touch him. Gilbert was pale, paler then he normally was. His platinum hair was a disheveled mess and he had an oxygen tube in his nose.

The sight made Arthur feel sick. He'd known something had been wrong and he could have done more, but he didn't do enough, now this. The always self-centered, arrogant, egotistical Gilbert was lying in a hospital bed.

Arthur took hold of Gilbert's hand and held it. He found he could no longer hold back the tears. He baled like a scared child, he was scared.

"Arthur!" Arthur jumped up and looked to the door way to see his best friend and Matthew older brother Alfred standing in the door way. Matthew darted into the room from behind Alfred and to the other side of the bed from Arthur. Arthur watched him for a moment letting the anger grow in the pit of his stomach.

"Why did you bring him hear?" Arthur demanded. Mattie jumped from the hate in his voice.

"Um... He wanted to see Gilbert." Alfred told him.

"Get out!" Arthur shouted. Mattie said nothing and took of out the door. Alfred glared at Arthur, but said nothing before flowing after his little brother.

"You don't need to yell." it was Arthur's turn to jump. He looked down to see Gil was awake.

"Sorry," He told him and returned to the chair he'd been sitting in. "There realizing you from the hospital soon. When the let you out come stay with me for a bit, alright?"

"Why?" Gil asked still a little groggy.

"So you don't repeat this over again." Arthur told him. Gilbert turned his head away.

"No." He said.

"Please." Arthur's eyes threaten tears again. "I want to help you."

"Fine," Gilbert told him. "Now let me alone to sleep." Arthur nodded and stayed quit but didn't leave his side.

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