A week passed and Kiku got better. But that did not keep Alfred from thinking and worrying over him on Sunday while he was at work. He was happy when his shift finally ended.
"Bye Arthur!" Alfred called as he left. He bought some food before finally arriving at home. When he walked in, he was greeted by Kiku, who was waiting on the couch.
"Welcome home Alfred," Kiku said as he got up.
"How are you feeling?" Alfred asked as he walked to the table and Kiku followed him.
"I'm feeling better," he replied.
"That's good," Alfred said, smiling. He continued to put food up. Suddenly, Kiku licked his cheek.
"A-Ah!?" Alfred blinked and looked at Kiku, who was blushing furiously. America smiled at him. "You surprised me."
"Oh, sorry."
"That's alright," he said as he finished the food up. Kiku smiled at him and Alfred rubbed his head. Kiku began to feel light-headed.
"What do you want to eat?"
"I'm not really hungry... I feel light headed..."
"Light headed?" Alfred asked, receiving a nod from Kiku. "Are you getting sick again...?"
"I-I don't think so..."
"You should lay down and maybe you will feel better," Alfred said but Kiku could barely hear him. His breathing was heavy and short. He swayed then passed out. Alfred caught him.
"K-Kiku!?" Alfred gasped. Kiku didn't respond, instead his breathing became more irregular.
"Ah...I have to get him to a hospital..." Alfred said as he picked him up and rushed to the car.
...
Alfred waited for what seemed like hours before a doctor finally walked over to him.
"Mr. Jones...?"
"Y-Yes..?" He asked. The doctor gave him a stern look.
"Have you considering giving up on Kiku? His conditions are grim..."
"What..? No! I refuse!" Alfred shouted, eyes watering.
"Oh...? Then why have you abused him?" The doctor's eyes narrowed to a glare.
"A-Abused..? I never abused Kiku! Are you mad!?"
"I just assumed you did since he had bruises all over his body," the doctor pointed out. Alfred looked at the ground sadly.
"I know he does... It saddens me when I see them," he said, clenching his fist, "After all he has been through, I do not deserve the happiness he brings me... If I can't protect him then..." Alfred broke off, covering his face so the doctor couldn't see his tears.
"You might want to consider giving him up. I will not give you false hope. His body is shutting down slowly."
"T-Then what is there to do...? I would gladly give him any organ, bone, blood, and anything from my body just to save him..." Alfred said, looking at the doctor desperately.
"There's nothing you can do sir. I'm sorry."
"Kiku..." he began to cry harder.
"If you want to see him, you can. He's in room 608."
"A-Alright..." Alfred said as the doctor walked away. He went to the room and walked in. Kiku was laying on the bed, with tubes and needles in his body. He had a breathing mask on, and his breathing was slow. The sound of the heart monitor sounded through the room. He noticed the nurse cleaning up the room.
"Um... Excuse me," he said as he walked over to Kiku. She looked at him.
"Oh sorry... I'm almost done sir."
"Oh it's alright," he said, pulling a chair beside Kiku's bed. The nurse finished up. She smiled at Alfred sadly and left the room. Alfred grabbed Kiku's hand. He looked so weak, so fragile. It broke Alfred's heart to see him like this.
"Kiku..." Alfred noticed his ear twitch. It was a weak twitch, but it meant Kiju was listening. Alfred smiled. That was hopeful, right?
"Don't die on me... I need you. Okay?" Alfred asked, but he received no response.
-3 months later-
Alfred visited him everyday. Each day was the same, but his hope didn't dwindle. Arthur kept telling Alfred to give up on him, that Kiku wasn't worth it, but Alfred ignored him. Kiku meant everything to him, there was no way he'd give up on him.
Alfred was sleeping by his bed, holding his hand when the heart monitor woke him up. It was beeping quickly and Kiku's breath was coming quick and short. Alfred looked at the heart monitor and began to panic. He ran to the door.
"N-Nurse... Nurse!" he called down the hall. A few nurses rushed in.
"What's wrong?"
"Kiku... Something's..." he couldn't talk. The nurse looked at Kiku then turned to one of the younger nurses.
"Go get one of the doctors!"
"Okay!" one said as she rushed out. The other one grabbed his arm.
"You need to leave sir."
"Ah... But..."
"It'll be fine, we just need space to work in here," she said as the doctor rushed in. Alfred just nodded and left the room.
...
The darkness is uncomfortable. I have an uncomfortable pressure on my chest. I don't feel any pain, yet I didn't want to be here. I looked around. I want to be with Alfred again. I love him, I need to see him. Where is he? I struggled. Let me out. Let me out.
LET ME OUT!
...
He waited outside the room for 20 minutes before the doctor came out. He stood up and the doctor looked at him and smiled.
"Well, I think you have little surprise waiting for you."
"Really...?" Alfred asked, his eyes lighting up in hope. The doctor nodded.
"Go in and see for yourself."
Alfred rushed in and saw Kiku had his eyes opened. "K-Kiku!"
Kiku looked over, "Alfred..."
Alfred couldn't stop the tears. He walked over and gave him a big hug.
"Don't ever do that again you hear me..."
"D-Don't do what again?" Kiku asked. Alfred could hear the confusion in his voice. He pulled away and looked at him seriously.
"Go in a coma... You know how worried I was? I visited you everyday for 3 months..." Alfred said and Kiku's eyes widened.
"T-Three months?"
"But its okay now... You're awake... And I missed you so much... And I never thought I would say this to you but... I love you Kiku. You have brought so many memories, pain, and joy in to my life. I'm grateful for that..." Alfred said.
"I love you too," Kiku said. Alfred smiled and kissed him.
...
It's been six months since then. Kiku hasn't had any health problems since then and he lives happily with Alfred. He does the house work and has learned how to cook with Alfred's help. Alfred is glad to have Kiku in his life.
He couldn't ask for more.
Last chapter. Sorry if it's disappointing, but I lost interest in this series, but I wanted to finish it for you guys.