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My Manipulated Misfortune	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I'm not making any money off of this fanfiction

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***Warnings: Language, slight humor, mention of drug use

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 12

The ambulances had come two hours later to relocate all the patients. Ludwig stayed next to Gilbert as the EMT's wheeled him to an ambulance, lifting him inside. Ludwig hopped in after them and sat on the bench beside Gilbert's head and held his hand. The EMT's went to work on Gilbert, giving him an oxygen mask and a new I.V. drip. Gilbert looked over at his brother and gave a tiny smile through the oxygen mask in Ludwig's direction.

"You will be fine now, Gilbert. Now you are safe." Gilbert closed his eyes and let the EMT's work on him. Ludwig noticed one of them had a thick dull needle while they injected it into the tube. "What is that?"

"Our orders from the hospital was to keep them all asleep. There are quite a few tests the doctors have to do on each of them to narrow down the symptoms. It will be easier and less stressful for all of them this way."

Ludwig nodded in agreement and never let go of Gilbert's hand under they reached the hospital. Gilbert was in a deep sleep and had to be taken away from him for an examination. Ludwig took this moment to observe the others as they all entered in on stretchers, being taken to different departments of the hospital. Antonio was being rushed right into surgery and Francis was taken to be prepped for it. He smiled softly, knowing that he would see a massive change in both of their behaviors. His three companions came up to him.

"We made it so far." Roderich told him.

"Yes, they are all safe." Ludwig smiled at him.

"I just got off the phone with my father and he has sent the police forces over to VOX."

"Good."

"Hey, we never got a chance to ask." Sadiq started. "What happened to that one masked guy?"

"I punched his lights out." Ludwig crossed his arms and turned to the others. "Is that how you say it?"

Heracles shrugged his shoulders. "If you were trying to sound cool then it didn't work."

"Point taken." Ludwig stated flatly for he had learned many years ago that he was 'uncool'.

Roderich wrinkled his nose at his roommate. "Since when do you come off being some sort of Rambo?" Ludwig frowned.

"Wasn't he the guy who punched the camel in that movie?" Heracles asked with a finger raised.

Sadiq rolled his eyes. "That was Arnold Schwarzenegger, you dolt." He said with sarcasm. "And what does that have to do with anything? Did you really just make a connection between Rambo, Conan, and Ludwig? Because if you did, you couldn't be more far off! You're saying that Ludwig beating someone up is like punching a camel!"

Ludwig rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'Why are we talking about this?' He asked himself.

"I would be nowhere NEAR a camel to ever have the attempt or the need to punch it." Roderich stated proudly.

Heracles poked at Sadiq's cheek. "Isn't your camel parked outside?"

Sadiq causally gave him the finger. "I've never ridden a camel! I drive a Toyota!"

Roderich snorted. "Close enough."

"I'd punch a camel." Heracles calmly chimed in. "Just putting that out there for anyone who cares to know."

"Well now my day is complete. I can rest easy." Was the only response from Sadiq.

"How the hell did we go from doctors to camels?" Ludwig asked in minor frustration.

Roderich, of course, had an answer. "Well, you combine anxiety with exhaustion after a long day of abnormality and fear, which can lessen your brains' cognitive logical processing so that it only works to an 75.6% of its daily functioning capability. For us, however, with our I.Q's, we range from anywhere between 90 and 95 percent cognitive functioning in this type of situation." Everyone just looked at him.

"I challenge that." Ludwig said firmly. "After all this is over." He rubbed the back of his neck. "All of you can go. I will stay here."

Roderich agreed to stay with him but Heracles and Sadiq were going to head home. They would be back in the morning. As Ludwig took a seat in the main waiting room, Roderich offered to go and pick them up some takeout. Ludwig sat for an hour anxiously in the room, reading through every magazine from pregnancy to entertainment. Roderich had finally come back with Chinese takeout and the two ate in silence. Once they were done, Ludwig told Roderich to go home and get some sleep for the man was unbearable if he did not get his nine hours of sleep. Roderich had taken him up on the offer and left the hospital, promising to come back in the morning with a proper breakfast prepared.

By the late evening, Ludwig had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with a copy of Marie Claire on his chest. When one was left alone for hours half brain dead they would read anything. He was softly shaken awake by someone and he jerked out of his sleep. Ludwig muttered something that sounded like 'puce' and blinked his eyes sleepily, picturing lipstick. He looked up to see a doctor staring down at him.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt?"

"Yes!" Ludwig stood up, dropping the magazine.

"I am Dr. Vash Zwingli and I will be overlooking most of the VOX patients' recovery. I would like to share a few things I have discovered with you. Especially on your brother, Gilbert."

"Yes. Please, tell me everything you have found."

"Follow me." Vash lead him through the halls. "While running some simple blood tests on all of them, we have discovered a common drug that has been living in their bloodstreams. That is confidential, but I will say that we gave them all the counter drug, and your brother has responded greatly to it."

Ludwig looked at him. "So you are saying that they were all kept drugged?"

"Not just drugged. It was more or less used to keep them sick. And your brother with his weak immune system, albinism, and nerve damage suffers greatly from it. My guess would be that he was very troublesome so they had to improvise. He had much higher traces of it in his bloodstream than the others. Those I.V.'s you said that were always attached? I am certain one was that drug and the other was medicine."

Ludwig frowned as he was brought to Gilbert's room and froze in the doorway when he saw his brother. Gilbert was sitting up in bed with a tray of food in front of him. His brother was gobbling away at it like a man starved, and he really was. What surprised Ludwig the most was that Gilbert was actually keeping it all down. A minute had passed before Gilbert noticed them and gazed at Ludwig, a piece of meatloaf stuck in the corner of his mouth. Ludwig's heart skipped a beat when he saw the bright smile on Gilbert's face, even if his teeth were littered with food particles.

"This stuff is good!" Gilbert said loudly. "I'm so fucking hungry I could eat a horse!" He went back to tearing at his food and gulping down the Shasta cola.

"I can not believe he is actually eating." Ludwig whispered to Vash. "It is amazing."

"Well, the drug that he had was literally starving him. I think it was another part of their whole 'experimenting' gig. Which is a big fat lie for we already know about what starvation does to people. We gave Gilbert a small amount to eat and we will have to deny him more if he asks. Most of his vomiting of food was from the drug and the not just nerves. I find it a miracle that Gilbert has made it this long. He's like…a poster model for ultimate healing."

"He is a tough one." Ludwig smiled.

"However," Vash lead him from the room. "Like the rest of them, Gilbert will be going through a drug withdraw. I would like it if you were to stay away from the hospital for a few days. Use the time to get your father working on the legal case."

Ludwig frowned. "Gilbert would want me to be here."

"But you are better off not here. I rather not have you getting upset by the way they are acting. We're practically going to have to tie Ivan down in a straight jacket and gag him until it passes. If Gilbert made this much of a healthy comeback he's going to go, and excuse my words, but he'll go ape shit. Every drug withdraw is different from person to person, but Gilbert and Ivan are the ones we are most concerned about."

"I do not care. I will be here with Gilbert until he is ready to be released into hospice. So you may as well get a cot in here for me because I am not leaving." Vash stared at him for a moment then nodded.

"Very well then. You are training to become a real doctor and learn by doing is always successful. I suggest studying up on it first though." Vash turned to leave but Ludwig stopped him.

"Let me ask you your opinion. What is the…likelihood of Gilbert surviving? As in, will he live to be very old or-"

The shorter blonde cleared his throat. "That is always hard to say. Some people who are overweight and eat nothing but horrible foods can live to be ninety while healthy people die of heart attacks. It all depends on the person. However, Gilbert has had a lot of strange medical treatments, which we still have to figure out. I'm hoping once this legal stuff is cleared up I can get copies of everything that has been done to them."

"They will be available to you sooner than that." Ludwig stated firmly. "My father is a barracuda when it comes to the law. Getting back to Gilbert, in your personal medical opinion…what are we looking at further down the

road?"

Vash briefly shuffled through the charts. "Well, from what I have gathered and can assume…I would say you are looking at diseases like cancer, heart disease, early Alzheimer's, rheumatoid arthritis, the list goes on. However, each person is different. So much has been done to him that pinpointing anything at this time is impossible. Try not to think about that, though. Think about today."

Ludwig nodded. "You are right. I'm going to stay with him for a bit. Have that cot brought in soon." He went back into the room and pulled up a chair to sit beside the bed.

Gilbert had nearly finished his plate. "People always joke about hospital food…but have my life and this shit tastes like heaven! What do you call this meat?"

"Meatloaf." Ludwig answered with a tiny smile.

"I want it every day!"

"Gilbert you must not eat so fast or you will throw it up."

"I don't feel like I'm going to though!" He shoved the last slice of carrot in his mouth before bringing the plate up to lick it. Ludwig made no move to stop him. "I want more!"

"Not yet. Your body is coming down from a drug high so you have to take it easy." Ludwig removed the tray from Gilbert's lap. "Did the doctor tell you that one of your I.V.'s was a drug and not medicine?"

Gilbert blinked one eye at him, the other still bandaged. "I didn't know that…but I'm not surprised either. I'm not worried, though. Back when I was in the sex ring I was forced drugs all the time. My body can handle it."

Ludwig frowned. "But Gilbert, this was a drug being given to you all the time and you have been dependant on it whether you accept it or not."

Gilbert shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not afraid. But what about Francis and Antonio? How are they? And the others?"

"I have not checked on them yet, but I know your two friends had been brought into surgery right away. If something bad had happened I would have been alerted right away. I will find out for you, I promise. I will also be staying in this room with you."

"Good, because I don't want you to leave." Gilbert smiled at him.

There was a beep from Ludwig's pocket and he reached in to check it. "It is a text message from my father." He looked at Gilbert. "Well, our father." Gilbert looked over at the phone. "He is coming to see us."

"Our father?" Gilbert said in a whisper. "I…I get to see him? I don't think I want to! I'm nervous!"

"That is normal, of course you would be nervous. It is only our father coming, not our mother."

Gilbert nodded and sat on the bed silently, twiddling his fingers. The brothers said nothing to each other as they waited for their father to come. Gilbert was lost in thought, thinking about that memory of being left at the orphanage. Everything horrible that has happened in his life was from his parents giving him away like a dog. Give away the old dog for a new puppy, which was Ludwig. Gilbert could see why they wanted Ludwig over him. After the orphanage memory he had started to remember small pieces of his childhood. He was always being yelled at or spanked, but not out of cruelty only punishment. Gilbert could remember a few times when he did something bad or caused trouble, all on purpose.

At the orphanage he was always the 'troublesome' one. He would often get in to trouble. He could never sit still for stories or stay focused on one thing. Bouncing off the walls and running around was normal for him. He was very friendly with the other children but would often hurt them by playing too rough. He was loud, rude, wild, and always two steps behind the other developing children. The learning was hard for him. He remembered his father hitting him a book because of something he could not read. The tutors at the orphanage used to get frustrated with him too, so he decided that he would quit learning. He only learned English because the caregivers spoke it along with German.

On another occasion, when he was five or six, he had purposefully knocked down a vase the children were not suppose to touch. Of course, he had to touch it. What possessed him to knock it over he did not know, but he was severely punishment for it. He was locked in the room he shared with four others to stay there, alone, until after dinner. Gilbert remembered he was terribly hungry and wanted out of that room, hearing all the children laughing downstairs as they ate. He screamed and threw a fit in the room, pulling out all the drawers and throwing the clothes. Next he pulled off all the blankets and sheets from the beds and scattered them around. When the adults had had enough of his screaming they came up and saw the disaster of the room. Oh he knew he was in trouble and he remembered the fear, instantly regretting what he had done. One of the caregivers shook him by the shoulders and said these types of reasons were why 'mommies and daddies' did not want to take him home.

"I was bad." Gilbert said suddenly and Ludwig looked over at him.

"What is it?"

"I was bad…that's why our parents didn't want me and no other couples did either. I was bad." He looked down at his hands. "I was a bad kid."

Ludwig cleared his throat, feeling uneasy. "All that is over now, Gilbert. You are an adult and have many opportunities to change."

"But I was BAD, Ludwig! I was a very troublesome child! This man coming to see us gave me away because of it! I've started to remember some things and it's fucking bothering me!"

Ludwig remembered when he was telling his father about Gilbert, his father did mention that his brother was 'too much to handle'. Gilbert was rambling off some of the memories to Ludwig and he had come to a conclusion. He silently diagnosed Gilbert with having ADD as a child that was not properly handled or educated. If Ludwig knew his parents, they were both very strict and firm on everything. Someone like Gilbert disrupting their lives and routine would drive them both mad. It was all making sense to him now.

"Gilbert, now is not the time to be dwelling on the past. You have received a second chance at life, so celebrate it and make new memories."

"You talk about it as if it's so simple! It's not, Ludwig! It's-" There was a knock at the door and Gilbert turned to see a man in a blue button down shirt and red tie peeking in. He looked like an older version of Ludwig but with dark hair. Gilbert froze and just stared.

"Father. Welcome. I am glad you could come." Ludwig said plainly. "This is Gilbert."

Gilbert hardly heard their father talking to him. His father smiled and went over to him, but like Ludwig, this man was hard to read. The man was speaking to him but only the lips were moving. Gilbert did not know what to say or how to react, his body was just frozen. The man gave him a tight hug and Gilbert felt himself start to shake. Ludwig's voice finally registered in his head and Gilbert snapped out of his trance, looking up at his brother.

"Gilbert, are you alright?"

"I…uh…" Gilbert turned and looked a this father. "I…"

"It's fine, don't say anything." His father said. "This is a very strange and awkward moment." The man forced a smile. "I'm not very good with these types of…situations. Your mother is better at it." He cleared his throat. "Speaking of her, she wanted me to bring you a few pictures she had." He took them from his pant pockets and held them out to Gilbert. "They are pictures of you and Ludwig. Look at them. And you too, Ludwig. We had some of these hidden."

Ludwig sat on the bed beside Gilbert and looked at the pictures with him. The first one was of Gilbert as a toddler playing on a blue carpet with some blocks. Another had him splashing happily in a tub. The couple more that followed were just of him as a toddler. The last three were both of the together. One was set in the hospital where three year old Gilbert was grinning brightly as he held his newborn baby brother. The next had Gilbert smiling up at the camera from Ludwig's crib while the infant slept. And the last was of Gilbert's small form trying to reach the handles of Ludwig's stroller.

"You were a good big brother." Their father said.

Gilbert looked up at him then. "So why did you send me away?" The tension in the room grew rapidly.

"That…that is something we can discuss at a later day. We have business that needs to be taken care of first."

"Yes. I agree." Ludwig nodded.

"I…I am suddenly feeling very tired." Gilbert said and shifted on the bed. "Let me sleep for awhile, okay?"

Ludwig looked at him but understood. "Alright Gilbert. You just rest. I will handle everything on this end."

Gilbert listened to the two men leave his room before he took out the pictures again. He looked at the one of him holding little Ludwig in his arms. With a finger he rubbed the infant in the picture, remembering only bits and pieces of the baby. This baby in his tiny arms was the doctor who has saved him from his dark life. This baby, his brother, grew into a man he had fallen in love with. They even slept together and planned to continue on doing so. The thought was even more awkward now because of the photos.

Whatever the case, Gilbert knew that his thought process was not as it should be and that everything will look better in the days to come. So much has happened in the last couple of weeks that everything seemed like a jumbled dream. Too much was happening at once and he lifted his hands to his head. Curling up into himself, Gilbert clutched tightly at the bandages around his head and started to shake.

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After visiting hours were over and Ludwig had spoken to his father he went back to Gilbert's room. His father was uncomfortable seeing Gilbert again and planned to come back another day when the man was feeling better. Their legal case was already well underway and there was little Ludwig could do for it at the moment. Both his father and Roderich's were handling it well together.

The cot had been placed in the room beside Gilbert's bed and Ludwig sat heavily upon it. He checked on his brother, seeing that Gilbert was sound asleep. The man looked to be troubled so Ludwig decided to stay awake and keep watch over him. If Gilbert were going to go through drug withdrawal then the first attack will be brutal. When nothing was happening Ludwig felt himself drifting off and was soon asleep on the cot. It wasn't until the late evening that he was awakened by sounds of moaning and shrieks. He flew off the cot and was right next to Gilbert on the bed. Gilbert was gripping the sheets and kicking his legs beneath them, getting the limbs tangled. Ludwig was unsure if Gilbert was awake or asleep so he spoke his name gently.

"Gilbert? Gilbert can you hear me?"

Gilbert's eye shot open and his body stilled for a moment as he looked at Ludwig. "Huh? W-what-?" His words were stuttered. "I'm hot! I'm hot! It's hot!"

Ludwig pressed the button for the nurse and sat on the bed beside Gilbert. "Gilbert, calm down."

"I can't! I can't calm down!" He squirmed on his back. "Feels like things are crawling on me! Get them off! Get them off!" Ludwig remained calm and held Gilbert down by his arms. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Ludwig was finding it harder to hold him down as Gilbert's strength grew. The man was fighting now to get out of Ludwig's grip.

Ludwig could tell he was hurting Gilbert with his grip. He chose to let him go to see what he would try and do. Gilbert shot up from the bed and tried to move past Ludwig, but the blonde blocked him. Gilbert screamed and tried to break past Ludwig's forearm. "THEY'RE CRAWLING ON ME! THEY'RE CRAWLING!" The lithe body was shaking and Ludwig could feel Gilbert's rapid heartbeat as it rested on his forearm.

Gilbert's body was drenched with sweat and his hallucinations started to get worse. Ludwig himself began to feel a bit anxious at the sight of his brother going through the withdraw. A few hours ago the man was eating and smiling, now he was screaming and fighting. Despite the strength Gilbert's brain was sending through his body, Ludwig could still feel how fragile he was. He was doing his best to be extra careful and not hurt Gilbert by mistake. Those pink lips were sputtering nonsense and the one pink eye glared up at him, unseeing.

The albino backed away for a moment before making a dive for the other side. Ludwig still managed to catch him easily but wasn't expecting the suddenly bite that tore at the skin on his hand. He let out a gasp of pain and shoved Gilbert away, looking at the crescent shaped bite mark on his hand. Ludwig lifted his head to scold the man but Gilbert was faster and head butted him. Ludwig saw stars and flopped back for a moment, holding the aching spot on his head. This had given Gilbert enough time to escape from the bed.

Gilbert's ankles were still weak and the moment his feet touched the floor, he went down. He landed on his belly, pulling the I.V. cord out with it. He tried to get up but his body was shaking too much. Holding himself up on his hands was proving too difficult. Gilbert looked up to see a doctor and three nurses race in, each one surrounding him. His eye darted to each one, unable to make out their faces. Everyone seemed far away and blurred. The floor felt like it was sinking and taking him with it. The people around him grew taller and taller. Was he shrinking? His skin was tight against his bones, which all felt like they were trying to leap out of him.

The forms surrounded him again, coming closer and closer. He heard himself yelling but it was soon muffled by something heavy pressed against his face. Whatever it was had made him cough and choke, but slowly, he felt his body beginning to relax. He felt the ground being lifted from under him and replaced with air. The forms started to shrink again and take noticeable shape of people. The voices were clear yet still slightly muffled. His body was shifted a bit and it felt like a pair of arms were lifting him further. He closed his eye and breathed in the strange gas from the mask. Now that everything was making sense, he knew it was simply a mask over his face and nothing else.

"What…happened?" He found himself asking through the mask, his eye looking around anyone.

"You had a few withdraw symptoms, nothing more." Gilbert recognized Ludwig's voice and turned to his left. The blonde held an ice pack to his forehead.

"Did I…do that?" Gilbert asked.

"Yes." Ludwig answered flatly. "And this." He showed Gilbert the bite mark on his hand.

"Oh…oh Luddy, I'm sorry!" Gilbert reached his arms up slowly so his hands could cup Ludwig's face. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I didn't even know! I-"

"Gilbert, shush." Ludwig kept his face where it was. "I do not care about that. I was very worried about you…and I mean it." He brought his own hand up to rest it over Gilbert's. "I got scared…" He whispered and Gilbert gave a lazily smile from behind the foggy mask.

"Ah, don't you be afraid of nothing! Gilbert's here and I'll keep you safe! Just like…a big brother and lover would do!" Gilbert pulled the other down so they were touching foreheads. "I just…want you here. Just like this." He grinned. "Now…be a good…a good little bro and…" His eye lids started to droop. "It's hot…in here…too hot…clothes feel funny…just get them off…"

Ludwig pulled his face away from Gilbert's hand and moved to do as he was told. He pulled the covers down and tucked them under Gilbert's feet. Ludwig paused to gaze at those bruised ankles, only imaging how those bastards must have broke the bones and Gilbert's pain. At least now Gilbert will get the proper rehabilitation his ankles need to heal. He wanted to see Gilbert standing on his own with arms outstretched in a waiting hug. The image made him smile as he started to fumble with the hospital gown ties. Once each was untied he removed the gown, watching as Gilbert shivered with a chill but sighed in content. Ludwig attempted to cover him up but he had to gaze upon his lover's still battered body.

His face grew heated with images of Gilbert's body as it moaned and writhed against him when they first had sex. The act had awakened a new sense of lust within in that he did not know could exist. With planning for the escape he never had the proper chance to sit around and think about it. The lust he was feeling had to be suppressed each time it reared its ugly head. He wanted Gilbert all to himself and out of this hospital. Once that hospital bed was in his room, the dark part of him wanted to ravish the albino every chance he got. Ludwig wanted to do it right now as Gilbert's body was exposed to him. However, he knew it wasn't right and doing so would only make him as bad as the doctors at VOX. Ludwig covered his brother up, reminding himself that lust was a basic part of the human psyche that seeks pleasure and he had only recently started to experience it. His brain was only acting on its instincts, but ones that he knew he could control.

The thought of those other doctors, especially Carty, having their way with Gilbert continued to infuriate him. Ludwig replayed the conversation he had had with Vash about Gilbert's future, which was full of uncertainties. Those uncertainties were brought on by a group of evil men who took pleasure in destroying other peoples lives through torture. To them, Gilbert was a nobody, only an experiment they would rape for fun during their off time. Ludwig had started to wonder if jail was too good for those monsters at VOX. He wanted those men to suffer greatly for their heinous crimes against humanity. Ludwig wanted to see them have their ankles broken and their teeth ripped out. There is an old saying that 'two wrongs don't make a right', but why should such evil people get away with their crimes? Locked up in jail without freedom could be bothersome for some, but those monsters would get fed and cared for each day. True, inmates do end up being murdered by others in prison, but it would still be a fairly easy escape.

'Ludwig, stop with these dark thoughts.' He said to himself and tucked the sheets under Gilbert.

"Ludwig…what's bothering you?" Gilbert whispered, his voice heavy and his eyelid shaky. "You look…worried."

"I was…just thinking about how I want those doctors to be punished for what they did to you and everyone else. I want them to suffer like you did, but it is wrong to think that way."

"You're not…some goddamn priest, Ludwig!" He took a deep breath. "If you don't…get your hands…on them, then I will. When I…am better. You'll see…I'll get each and every…every fucking one."

"Fear not, for they will get what is coming to them in jail."

Gilbert smirked weakly. "No…too easy. Either I would…would pay a few inmates to torture them or…or call the fucking mafia." He chuckled. "Or even…set Ivan on them with a pipe…"

"You speak nonsense. It is the gas talking. Go to sleep."

Gilbert looked up at him. "I saw the way…you were looking at me. Naughty doctor."

"Stop it." Ludwig held his breath.

"I know your secret fetish now."

Ludwig lifted his chin. "It is not as it seems."

Gilbert closed his eyes and smiled. "I will be…out of here soon…like you said…at your place…still hooked up to this shit." He waved his hand sporting the I.V. "I'm…looking forward to…to being passionately ravished…and fucked by you more often."

Ludwig gripped Gilbert's wrist and squeezed. "Currently I am very unpredictable…I know that. So please watch what you say. You know how to…awaken feelings in me, Gilbert. Both good and bad. Besides, Roderich will soon catch on by how often I give him cash to see a movie and have lunch, just to get him out. You forget he will be there with us."

Gilbert laughed through the mask. "I can't wait to…to awaken that hidden beast in you! Oh…just you wait…wait until I am better. Then you will know…the real…real Gilbert Beilschmidt." He gave Ludwig a thumbs up. "I'm no pushover."

End Chapter 12 TBC

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