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My Manipulated Misfortune	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2031 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warning: Language, yaoi, disturbing scenes

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

Chapter 3

The day was done.

Ludwig sat alone in Gilbert's cell waiting for the man to awaken from the heavy sedatives. He should have been home three hours ago, but he insisted on remaining with Gilbert until the man woke up. Somehow, he felt responsible for what happened to Gilbert, even if he did not have an actual hand in it. The guilt was nagging at him as well since he chose to ignore what was happening in the room rather than put a stop to it. In reality Ludwig knew that there was nothing he could do to stop it, but the fact he did not try was brothering him.

At least there was one good thing that came out of this. Gilbert will have no idea that he was involved in the experiment. Ludwig did not want to lose Gilbert's trust, what little of it he had. Nothing was turning out as he had expected it.

A soft whimper from the white being on the bed caught his attention. Ludwig slid his chair closer to the bed and peered down at the sleepily pained face. 'Gilbert? Gilbert can you hear me?' There was no immediate response from the man. "He'll be coming out of it soon."

Pink eyes slowly began to twitch before they shot open, bloodshot and unseeing. Gilbert let out a cry of fear and started thrashing on the bed.

'Be still!' Ludwig leapt from the chair to grip the flailing limbs and hold the other down. Gilbert continued crying out and thrashing wildly.

'DON'T COME NEAR ME! STOP! STOP IT!'

Ludwig knew it was the effects of the drugs and the 'fight or flight' response. They would just have to wait for Gilbert's brain and nerves to calm him down. Holding Gilbert down took no effort at all and he would use the man's own strength to weaken him. 'Gilbert, it's all right now.' He spoke calmly to him. 'They are gone. You are safe now. Be calm. It's Ludwig. It is only me here and no one else. Just Ludwig.'

The repeating of his name had reached Gilbert's ears and the man's movements started to slow until they stopped completely. Pink eyes blinked while looking up towards the sound of the voice, chest heaving and body trembling. 'L-Ludwig…?' Gilbert stuttered the name.

'Yes, it's me.' He carefully let go of Gilbert's arms. 'I'm the only one here.'

'Wh-what happened? My mouth is on fire…' He whined.

Ludwig noticed Gilbert's body was still trembling. Before Roderich had left for home, Ludwig had asked the man to slip him some Valium and painkillers. His roommate could only supply him with liquid versions of the medicine. With the whole ordeal Gilbert had just gone through, Ludwig worried about giving him the shots. Aside from the needles, the albino was due for his I.V. as well.

'I have a painkiller for you.' He took the needle from his lab pocket and removed the lid, tapping it carefully. 'I'll have to give you a shot of it so be very still.'

'I don't care…just make the pain go away. I'm shaking like a leaf…I can't stop myself…'

'You went through a heavy ordeal. Rest is what you need right now. Lay still, I'm giving you the shot.'

Gilbert did so and held his breath when he felt Ludwig poking lightly at his upper arm at a small spot not bandaged. He closed his eyes with a tiny hiss as the prick of the needle broke through his thin skin. The point was pulled from him easily and he felt Ludwig rub the spot.

'That will start working very shortly.' He tried to change the subject. 'So I heard you were able to keep down most of your breakfast this morning. That is quite an improvement.'

'Yes, but I'm not hungry now.'

Ludwig got up and wheeled the I.V. stand over. 'That is what the I.V. is for.'

'You're pricking me with that too?'

'I'm afraid so. Hold still.' Ludwig could already see the bruise forming from where the painkiller shot was. He was certain the I.V. would bruise worse. 'Hold still.' Ludwig laid Gilbert's palm flat on the bed and quickly slipped the I.V. in. He placed the proactive adhesive bandage over it before opening the clasp. 'I hope it didn't hurt too much?'

Gilbert's eyes were wide. 'Do you…have magic fingers?'

Ludwig looked confused. 'What do you mean?'

'You put the needle in quickly and smoothly…it didn't hurt like it usually does.' Ludwig blushed but Gilbert could not see.

'Some doctors or nurses are more skilled at it than others. I've had a lot of practice on patient's while I took some courses in a hospital.' Ludwig rubbed the top of Gilbert's hand gently as the bruise was starting to appear. 'You're still shaking.'

'I…can hardly remember what they were doing. All I know is that I was very afraid…and I'm not one to get like that often.'

'Mostly likely it is just a little touch of post traumatic stress. You may recall the memories in full or simply forget them. Sometimes it is better that way. Let me check your mouth.' Ludwig was able to look into Gilbert's mouth, seeing the dissolvable stitches only on the top where two molars are missing. He could see how red and swollen the spots were.

'They took my teeth, didn't they?'

'Yes. Keep your tongue away from the stitches. They are dissolvable so as the wound heals they will shrink and disappear. Shouldn't take more than a couple of days.'

Gilbert started to shake again, clearly showing signs of panic. Ludwig quickly took out the needle with Valium and prepared a spot on the other arm. He calmly ignored Gilbert's curses to inject the needle. The second he pulled the needle out and stood, Gilbert had already begun to relax. The white lashes fluttered closed with the softest hint of moisture on the tips. Ludwig just stared seriously at the camouflaged form on the white sheets.

'I have to stop feeling so guilty for all this.' He said to himself. 'I have to, yet I can't help but pity him.' Ludwig reached his hand down to stroke Gilbert's soft pale hair. 'They do a lot of this on propose to you.'

Now there was nothing else he could do for the man. The low mixture of Valium and painkillers will keep Gilbert asleep peacefully through the night. With another look at the man, Ludwig turned off the light and left the cell. The beep from the door signaled it has locked. Before he walked away, the blonde had to peer into the window one last time until he headed for home.

/

The next morning, Ludwig arrived at work a few minutes later than usual due to some construction work on the road. It was the third day at work and already the roommates have given up on the idea of walking. The young doctor hardly had a chance to pour his much needed coffee when one of the nurses hurried up to him.

"Good, you're here! It's Gilbert." The nurse was panting softly.

Ludwig put down the empty paper cup. "What's wrong?"

"He is refusing to eat or drink and keeps asking for you. He said he would only do it if you're there. Gilbert needs to eat."

"Take me to him." Ludwig followed the nurse through the first two hallways and into the red. He could already hear Gilbert's voice speaking his name. "I am here." Ludwig announced and entered the cell. He saw Dr. Winlow there with the male nurse and a stubborn looking blindfolded Gilbert. The albino male had his arms crossed over his chest and pouting like a small child as he sat criss-crossed on the bed.

"Please, take him. He's yours!" Dr. Winlow said with a roll of his eyes.

'Is that you, Ludwig?' Gilbert asked.

"Does he speak English yet? Do you know?" Winlow asked the tall blonde who just shook his head.

'Yes Gilbert, I am here.' He looked at the other two. "I can take it from here. Thank you."

"Let us know the minute you are finished with him." Winlow said and quickly exited with the nurse.

Ludwig waited until they were gone before he approached the still blind albino. 'Why will you not eat your breakfast?'

'How can someone so smart be stupid? I will eat my breakfast I just want you to feed me rather than those losers!'

'Can you not feed yourself?' Ludwig asked with a raised brow, lifting the bowl of oatmeal from the tray.

'I can feed myself. Problem is, I can't see and I'll spill. The second issue is my inability to hold most of it down. How can I balance my bowl and throw up at the same time? So now that you know my dilemma; feed me.'

Ludwig's brow twitched and he frowned deeply. He was a doctor, not a caregiver. Still, Gilbert had to eat and fighting with the staff will not make things any easier for him. Gilbert had been through a lot since the testing yesterday and Ludwig still carried the guilt. Feeding Gilbert would be easy penance for turning away from a fellow human being need. He could make up for it in little ways like this.

'Very well. I shall feed you this morning." Ludwig pulled up the chair to sit in front of Gilbert's bed. 'Why do you have the blindfold on? It seems meaningless to have it if you cannot see.'

'Oh, a few people here get weirded out by my eyes, especially with the blank look that is in them now. That's what I've heard. However, I will take the blindfold off since you don't seem to be bothered by my eyes.' Gilbert reached up and untied the knot in the blindfold, letting it flutter onto his lap. 'How do they look?'

Ludwig just stared into pink, feeling his face flush lightly once again. 'They appear the same as yesterday. Hold your mouth open, please.' He mixed the oatmeal in the bowl before carefully laying the spoon on Gilbert's tongue. The other man did the rest. 'I read further into your medical reports and found out more about your eyes. Good news is to be had for your sight will be returning to you shortly.'

Gilbert took another spoonful and swallowed. 'Guess that's better than nothing.' He opened his mouth when the spoon tapped his lips to eat the oatmeal. 'I'll finally be able to get a good look at you.'

Ludwig blushed again and cleared his throat. 'I can tell you what I look like.'

Gilbert gave a smile and Ludwig felt his heart skip a beat. 'Can I try to guess for myself?'

'I suppose.'

'Good. Just don't drop the bowl.' Gilbert lifted his hand, feeling around in the air for Ludwig. He found Ludwig's chest and began to rub the body through the doctor clothing. Slowly his hands traveled upward, feeling the strong neck and shoulders. Gilbert could feel Ludwig's breathing increase the closer his hands moved up. White hands started at his chin and pat around Ludwig's face, feeling perfect bone structure. 'Wow…you feel awesome! Your body reminds me of my mine before I ended up like this.' Gilbert smiled up at him. 'That was a long time ago.'

'I do nothing to my body, this is just how I always am.'

'Hey, take off your shirt for me. I want to feel you naked!'

Ludwig nearly toppled the bowl over. 'W-WHAT? NO, I AM NOT DOING THAT!'

'But your skin is so soft and I feel muscle under those doctor robes! Come on, Lud! Make me feel better.'

'I fail to see how my being naked will make you feel better. You're the one who cannot see.'

'Yes, but I can FEEL.' He wiggled his fingers. 'Come on, what are you so shy about? I bet you have a smokin' body!'

'Smokin'?' Ludwig frowned. 'Oh, that is one of those 'hip' terms.'

Gilbert rolled his eyes. 'I can't believe the way you talk. You need to get laid, my friend. You-' Gilbert was silenced by the spoon of oatmeal being shoved into his mouth. 'MMHFF!'

'Cease speaking, please. I have work to do and your little breakfast mishap is cutting in to my projects.'

Gilbert swallowed. 'So you aren't taking me to the game room?'

'Hm? Game room?'

The albino grinned. 'Yeah! Twice a week we get to hang out and relax in the game room with the other patients! Don't you want to meet the crew? Chances are they will be your patients!'

'I guess I have no choice. The more notes and data I collect the better it is for me.' He shoved the spoon into Gilbert's mouth again. 'How are you doing? How does your stomach feel?'

'Pretty good, actually. More oatmeal!'

Ludwig fed him two more spoonfuls of the oatmeal before Gilbert gave a hiccup. Ludwig quickly put the bowl down and grabbed the small waste bucket from the tiny bathroom. Gilbert was starting to cough, holding his stomach and leaning forward. Ludwig managed to get the bucket under Gilbert's chin as the remains of oatmeal splattered against the bottom of the paper bag. He held the bucket steady and rubbed Gilbert's back.

'I'm done…' Gilbert said with a pant. 'Not a lot…'

'That is a very good sign.' Ludwig moved the bucket away. 'It shows that your body is growing used to the oatmeal.' He put the basket back in the bathroom and made a mental note to tell someone to clean it. 'Do you need anything else?'

'Nope!' Gilbert grinned. 'Take me to the game room! I'm feelin' good today!' Gilbert held his finger up above his head. 'I'm that awesome!'

Ludwig rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'Very well, let's get you in to the wheelchair.' The chair had already been prepared so Ludwig simply picked him up and placed him in the seat. Checking to make sure the I.V. bag was properly hooked, he unlocked the levers and wheeled the man out. 'I'm afraid I do not know where this game room is.'

'Fourth floor. Take the elevator there.'

Ludwig wheeled him to the elevator and pressed the fourth floor button. The two remained silent with only some soft elevator music playing. The soft 'ding' signaled their arrival and the doors opened. Ludwig was uncertain of what he was going to see when they entered.

Inside the room were a bunch of tables and chairs set up all around, each with some sort of game activity. There was only one television mounted on the wall, yet it was tuned to a weather station. There were no windows, only a single door with three facility workers guarding it. The room had about fifteen patients wandering around, all dressed in hospital uniform.

"The awesome me is here! Let's get this party started!"

Ludwig blinked in surprise. "So you do speak English."

"How else am I going to understand all these guys? Half of them speak different languages but English we're all pretty good at."

"Then why has no one heard you speak? Such as the doctors or orderlies?"

Gilbert smirked. "No one ever asks the nurses or the caregivers who watch us here. They all just 'assume'."

"I see."

"Bonjour mon amie." Said a Frenchman with blonde wavy hair and blue eyes. "Who is your partner?"

"This guy is okay! He's pretty nice to me! His name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. We share the same last name!" Gilbert tilted his head back to look up at Ludwig. "This guy here is Francis. He's one of my buddies."

"Hello." Ludwig responded flatly to the other male.

"Charmed." Francis smiled at Ludwig. "I can take Gilbert from here. Antonio already has the cards shuffled." He said to Gilbert.

"Yeah, that bitch owes me a hard candy! I won't let him win this time! Come sit with us, Luddy! You can observe the whole room from our table."

"For a short while."

Ludwig followed the two men over to a table where another man with brown hair and green eyes was waiting for them. Ludwig watched for a moment as Antonio dealt the cards, wondering when they were going to realize that Gilbert couldn't see. He noticed that Gilbert was placed next to Francis where they shared a hand of cards. The two must just play against Antonio since Gilbert could not see.

While looking around the room, Ludwig noticed that there were only men in the room. He turned to the nearest one of the three, Antonio. "Excuse me, where are all the women? Do you alternate days?"

"No, not at all!" Antonio replied. "There are men and women's wings around this place. This is our turf!"

"We need more ladies." Francis said with a mock sigh. "It's entirely a sausage fest here on this day." He put down his cards. "Three kings and a knave."

Antonio just folded his cards and took the others to start shuffling them.

Ludwig looked over the one sofa in the room to see another man with blonde hair and heavy eyebrows sitting in the far corner. He had two young children with him, one in his arms and the other playing with some blocks. Ludwig was certain only adults were here, so where did the children come from? "May I ask why are there children in this facility?"

Gilbert answered. "That's Arthur Kirkland and his two sons. For some reason he's an acceptation to the rule."

Francis chimed in. "They use the boys in various ways that upset or anger him. The doctors perform a lot of brain testing on him. The little one in his arms is Matthew, who is currently very ill." Francis tapped his fingers on the table. "They aren't healing him because they want to 'observe' Arthur's reactions, or something like that."

Ludwig took out his tablet and typed in Arthur's name immediately for future reference.

"Arthur is a pretty good guy." Gilbert said. "He's just hard to take sometimes."

"Interesting." Ludwig said and stood up from the chair, opening a notepad program on his tablet. He disliked taking notes on such a machine, but he had rushed to help Gilbert and left his messenger bag. "I think I will walk around here and observe while you three socialize." The moment Ludwig turned to walk away he nearly bumped into a large smiling figure. He quickly regained his posture. "Hello."

The large man just smiled at him and laughed in a childish manner. Ludwig tried to crack a smile, but it was near impossible for him.

"Ivan, go away." Francis said softly and the larger man looked at him. "Go play with Yao. Go." Francis shooed him away with his hand.

"Oh, Ivan's here?" Gilbert said with a chuckle and turned to Antonio. "Get the stuff."

Antonio grinned and reached down to the side of the table were a stack of board games stood. Ludwig took a step back from Ivan, offering to give him room to pass.

"Ivan. Sit." Francis gave the soft command and Ivan did as told, sitting on the floor near their table.

Ludwig typed in Ivan's name as well. When he turned to observe the large man again, he saw that one spot on Ivan's head had been shaved. In place of the silver hair was a large metal plate, which suddenly had a flat banana magnet stuck to it. Ludwig frowned and looked over at the table of three. Gilbert and Antonio were tossing some fruit magnets from a game towards Ivan, trying to stick them to the plate. Gilbert's aim was far off for obvious reasons. Francis looked at Ludwig and rolled his eyes. Clearing his throat, Ludwig went to stand behind the two men. He whacked Antonio in the head and tugged on the short strands of Gilbert's white hair.

"OW!" Both men cried out together.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves." Ludwig scolded them sternly. "What you are doing is-" Ludwig paused when he saw Ivan's chin on the table and the childish face gazing at him. His brow twitched at the sight of colorful fruit magnets on the side of Ivan's head. "It is unacceptable. As if you two should be talking." He was referring to their issues.

"We have to get our kicks somewhere." Gilbert whined. "Besides, Ivan doesn't mind! He likes to play, right Ivan?"

Ivan nodded three times and hit his chin on the table as he did.

"Stop it." Ludwig said the words firmly and went over to Ivan, pulling off the magnets. "What is the issue with him?"

"We don't know." Antonio responded. "He's had that plate on his head since we've met him."

Ludwig nodded and looked to Arthur. "And what about him?"

"Just brain scans as far as we know." Francis said. "You must know more than us."

"Ludwig isn't a full doctor yet." Gilbert pointed out. "He's here studying to become one."

When the room heard the word 'doctor', they all froze in place and looked towards Ludwig. Ludwig looked around at them, watching as most shied away and others tried to hide. Some even chose to glare at him. The room's atmosphere changed and it made Ludwig a bit uncomfortable.

"I think we'll be okay with Ludwig." Gilbert told the others. "He's nice enough. Maybe he'll be a good one."

"They don't exist!" Someone shouted.

Ludwig could understand why no one here trusted him. The doctors in this facility perform horrid acts on them in the name of science and medicine. They see a doctor coming by their rooms and they run to hide. It was perfectly understandable. Right now, the issue Ludwig faced is how he should act around them. Should he follow his vow to gain the trust of his patients and help them, or become like one of the VOX Corp. doctors? He wanted to help all of these sufferers as a doctor should, but not in the ways of VOX. Gilbert's test yesterday was an abomination to science and medicine. Animals at a slaughterhouse were treated better.

"I'll be right back." Ludwig told the three before walking away. He heard someone behind him and turned to see Ivan following him. He just ignored the large man and went over to Arthur. The blonde held both his boys tight and growled, showing his teeth. Those bushy brows cast a dark shadow over green eyes. The two boys buried their faces in Arthur's chest to hide. "You don't have to fear me. I am not a doctor as of yet. I have no access to any tools or medical instruments. I am here to observe, collect data, and help when I can."

Arthur never changed his expression.

"May I take a quick look at your son, Matthew?"

Arthur shook his head.

"I will not hurt him."

"Give it up, newbie." Francis called from the table. "Arthur doesn't talk nor is he going to do hand Matthew over."

Ludwig looked at Arthur. "I apologize for bothering you. If you wish me to check your son, I will be more than willing to do so." He stood up to leave Arthur alone, trying to ignore Ivan skipping behind him.

"Excuse me, Ludwig-san?" The soft voice stopped him and Ivan bumped into his back. He took a moment to glare at the large man before setting his blue eyes on a young Asian male. "Greetings to you."

"Likewise." Ludwig said simply.

"May I bother you for a moment?" Ludwig gave a nod. "My throat has been bothering me, but no one here will look at it. Can I bother you to take a look?"

"I can. What is your name?"

"Kiku."

"Kiku, open your mouth please." Ludwig looked inside Kiku's mouth for a moment, and then felt his glands. "They are slightly irritated. Simple antibiotics would clear it up. I will see what I can get for you. I am still new and a student, so be aware that I may not always be able allowed to acquire supplies necessary for treatment."

Kiku smiled at him. "That is more than enough for me. Arigato, Ludwig-san."

Ludwig gave him a curt nod and continued on his way around the room. Ivan was still following him and other patients shied away. He started to head back to Gilbert's table when another voice stopped him.

"AIYAH!" Ludwig's back went straight at the loud voice and Ivan bumped into him again. "FIX IT!"

Ludwig looked down at another Asian man. "What is it that you need?"

"IT'S TOO LOUD! LOWER IT!"

Ludwig stuck his pinky in his ear at the heightened voice, and Ivan mimicked his action. "What is it that needs to be lowered?"

"MY HEARING AIDE! IT'S TOO LOUD!"

Ludwig understood now why the man was being so loud. He quickly brought his tablet up and typed words on the program: 'I am going to remove your boots. They need to be charged. What is your name?'

The man read the words and looked up at him. "YAO!"

Ludwig typed in his name before dropping the tablet back into his lab coat pocket. He knelt down beside Yao and tilted the man's head to see the hearing aide wrapped around the shell of his ear. Ludwig gently gripped the bottoms and tugged, pulling out the boot. He did the same to the other ear and showed them to Yao. The man's face showed a look of pure relief, probably relishing in the silence. Ludwig dropped the boots into his pocket and took out the tablet again, typing more words for Yao to read: 'I will charge them and have them brought back to you as soon as possible.'

Yao just smiled softly and gave him a thumbs up.

"Do you have pudding?" Ivan suddenly asked. Ludwig stood up and looked at the man.

"So you can speak. I am sorry, but I do not have any pudding on my person." Ivan did not seem to believe him and began tugging at his lab coat. "Stop it." He batted the man's hand away.

The silence of the room was cut short by a loud beeping sound from the ceiling. The patients began to shriek and cry, shielding their bodies. Ludwig did not know what was happening. Ivan had grabbed on to his arm and made some sort of helpless sound. He heard Gilbert calling his name so he dragged the large man with him to the table.

"I am here!" Ludwig stood next to Gilbert's wheelchair so the other could feel him. "I am right here." Ludwig noticed that both Francis and Antonio ducked under the table to hide, along with many others. What was happening?

'Good morning my friends!' Many shrieks filled the room at the voice from the intercom. 'This is Dr. Carty speaking. I'm simply checking in on this fun day of games.'

Ludwig could feel Ivan's grip tightening on his arm and Gilbert was squeezing his hand. Both men were trembling.

'I hate to have to rain on this parade, but it would seem one our friends has to be taken to a special place for a little while.' Everyone cried out or shrieked in fright. 'Just remain where you are and Dr. Sweets will be in shortly.'

'Dr. Sweets?' Ludwig's eyes narrowed at the name. It was one he had not read about in the briefing. He would have remembered a strange name like 'Sweets'. Ludwig could feel the fear and tension in the room. It was unnerving.

The door opened and a man in a lab coat stepped inside. Four orderlies accompanied him, each one more muscular than the last. What Ludwig found very strange about the man was the black mask he was wearing. The mask was more the style that a medieval executioner would wear. The man's mask was accented with brown rubber gloves and high boots. If this man was a doctor, he certainly did not look the part. Just the sight of him had the male patients trembling and crying. Ludwig himself was uncertain of what to do. All he could do was observe.

The masked man walked around with three orderlies, the fourth one remaining at the door. The patients covered their faces and shied away as the man walked by. His boots made a heavy 'clanging' noise as he walked. The doctor stopped at a young man sitting on a chair. The young man looked up at the masked face, his body trembling and pleading not to be taken. At the snap of his fingers, the orderlies surrounded the young man, lifting him into the air. The man screamed and fought in their grips, but was unable to break free. The masked man followed behind and slammed the door shut.

The room was silent. Everyone hung their heads.

"I will see where they are taking him." Ludwig went to move but both Ivan and Gilbert's grip stopped him.

"No Ludwig! Don't leave us!" Gilbert cried softly, those pink eyes gazing up at him. "Not now…don't leave us now. He might come back!"

"I want to know who he is and why he is taking that man! Let me go."

"To be burned." Came Kiku's voice from the right. The young Asian man stood before them calmly. "Once we subjects have lived out our testing abilities we are taken to be euthanized and later burned. We cannot be let go for we will talk…so they do away with us. Soon, there will be a heavy smell in the air from the ventilation system. That will be the remains of our lost friend."

"I do not believe you." Ludwig stated firmly. "It is utterly ridiculous."

Kiku folded his arms behind his back. "I speak the truth. The smell of burning flesh will be present very soon. Then you will see." Kiku walked away from them to take his place at the table chair he previously sat.

"Ludwig, take me back to my room." Gilbert ordered softly. "Now. I want to go back. Now. Now! Right now!" He started to panic.

"Alright, give me a moment." Ludwig unhooked the safety latches from the wheelchair.

"You can't leave us here!" Antonio begged as both he and Francis came out from under the table.

"I am not responsible for you as of yet." Ludwig stated. "I am assigned to Gilbert." He really wanted out of this room. "I promise to return shortly."

Without looking back, Ludwig wheeled Gilbert out of the room and back into the elevator. The two men rode in silence again until the beep signaled their arrival at the Red Apple Hall. Ludwig wheeled him out once the doors were open and to his room. He slid his keycard through the machine and the door slid open. Ludwig pushed Gilbert inside before locking the door behind them. Gilbert was shaking in the chair.

"Leave me."

"Gilbert?" Ludwig was surprised at Gilbert's words.

"Please…just leave me. Put me into bed. I'm tired."

Ludwig stood still for a moment before doing as he was told. He carefully lifted Gilbert into his arms from the chair and carried him over to the bed. He laid the lithe body down and covered him up. Ludwig took a moment to hook up and reattach the I.V.

"Gilbert, are you sure you are alright?"

"I'm not alright." Gilbert stated harshly. "Far-fucking- from it. I just want to be left alone…go away."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now go!" Gilbert turned away from him, covering his head with the white blanket. "This stuff…well, it fucking gets to me, okay? I knew that guy who was taken away. What Kiku said is true. Now go. I want to be alone."

"If that is what you wish, then so be it. Rest well, Gilbert. I will see you tomorrow." What more could he say? Showing and recognizing emotions were not his strong suit.

"Please come back." Gilbert said softly. "Don't leave me here all alone."

Ludwig blushed softly. "I will be back tomorrow. I swear it."

With that said, Ludwig silently left the room and locked the door. He peeked in at Gilbert's form before turning to leave. He did not want to wait around for that smell Kiku spoke of. If he were to ask the other doctors about it the answer would surely be 'no'. It was too soon to try to find out more about the 'disappearance' of patients. Kiku had no reason to lie and with what Ludwig had seen in the past few days would only confirm the man's words. Besides, there was work to be done in his office, and for the rest of the day that is where he will remain. The next chapter of 'War and Peace' needed to be heard right away.

/

That night, while Ludwig lay restlessly in bed he had a dream. It was a dream unlike any other.

The walls were perfectly white as he strolled down the hall. At the end of the hall, there was a white door. When he approached it, Ludwig found the door to be open. Stepping inside, he was encased in a white room. He had to shield his eyes from the brightness for a moment before his vision cleared. There, on the bed, lay the form of his patient Gilbert.

The albino man turned his head to face him, pink eyes locking onto blue. Gilbert sat up in the bed before shifting onto his knees. An I.V. was still stuck in his hand, but that did not stop the man from stripping. Ludwig watched as each piece of perfect white skin slowly emerged. There were no bruises or bandages on Gilbert's body, only supple skin.

'Ludwig…' Gilbert's voice sang with a touch of a siren's song. 'Ludwig, come to me.' Gilbert held out his arms and beckoned Ludwig over with his fingers. The man was now kneeling on the bed, bearing himself to Ludwig's gaze.

Ludwig strolled over to the bed as Gilbert slid from it to kneel on the floor. Ludwig stopped in front of him, Gilbert's face at eye level with his crotch. Gilbert leaned his head forward and nuzzled the bulge in Ludwig's pants. Ludwig closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. He felt Gilbert's lips kiss the front of his pants before the albino opened the zipper. Gilbert took a moment to unbutton Ludwig's pants, allowing them to pool at his ankles. Ludwig could feel Gilbert's hot breath on his groin as the man pushed down his underwear.

He moaned when Gilbert's lips touched the tip of his engorged cock. The soft tongue came out to swirl against the tip, playing and teasing the slit. Cold, bony fingers fondled his ball sack while those lips continued to curl around the tip. Ludwig let his head fall back, allowing his hand to brush through Gilbert's hair. He soon felt Gilbert's hand, which still had the I.V., grip his ass cheek in a weak hold. Gilbert used the motion to steady himself while he slowly sucked in Ludwig's member.

Ludwig tilted his head back at the warm sensation that engulfed him. Gilbert sucked him down inch by inch, that pearly white throat opening up to his length. He let his fingers thread through platinum hair, forcing that hot mouth to suck him faster. He could feel the tip hitting the back of Gilbert's throat and soon shuddered with his orgasm. Ludwig looked down to see Gilbert's white lashes flutter as all his essence went down that smooth throat.

Gilbert pulled his mouth away, allowing Ludwig's cock to fall out between his lips. Ludwig was still rock hard, his body aching for more. He watched as the albino stood from his knees, tilting his head to look at Ludwig. They held eye contact for a moment until Gilbert turned around and waltzed over to the bed with the I.V. bag floating beside him. Ludwig stroked himself as he watched the white beauty lay back on the hospital bed. Gilbert lifted those long thin legs in the air, opening himself for Ludwig. Pink eyes were clouded with lust and the supple white throat moaned with want.

Ludwig undid his belt and let his pants fall to floor before stepping out of them. As he approached the bed he removed his lab coat, followed by his tie and button-down shirt. Gilbert held arms wide open, beckoning Ludwig to join him. Once Ludwig was fully naked he allowed his body to cover Gilbert's smaller one. Soft white limbs encircled his shoulders while long legs lifted those hips to meet their groins. Ludwig gripped the wrist that sported the I.V. and held it flat to the bed. Gilbert gasped at Ludwig's rough treatment.

Pink orbs gazed up into blue. 'Make me feel better…please? I'm in so much pain…make it go away for a short while.'

'I will take away all your pain. I will-'

The obnoxious beeping of his alarm jerked him awake from the dream. He sat up in the bed, panting heavily and sweating. The beeping was quickly beginning to aggravate him so he slammed his fists down on top of the button. The alarm fell silent and Ludwig let out a sigh of relief. However, there was no relief between his legs. Blushing an angry red, Ludwig slowly lifted the sheets to see the unmistakable sight of morning wood poking through his boxers. His body shivered as the memories of the dream came flooding back to him. This had never happened before or if it did, it was years ago during puberty. He had to go to the bathroom.

"Ludwig, time to wake up." It was Roderich's voice from beyond his bedroom door. Ludwig felt his skin crawl at the thought of his roommate walking in at this moment.

"DON'T COME IN HERE! I'M UP!" He hollered. The last person he would ever want walking in on him with the aftermath of a wet dream was Roderich.

"Ludwig? Why are you raising your voice? Are you cranky? I told you that staying up too late staring at that computer screen will make you grumpy in the morning. You never listen to me."

Ludwig flopped back on the bed, slapping his palm to his face. "I have a headache, just go away."

"Rude!" Roderich huffed. "This is the thanks I get for making a lovely breakfast to start our metabolism's right!" Ludwig's eyes crossed, for who actually said that in the morning? "I will be in the lavatory. Do not seek to bother me."

Blue eyes shot open as his body sat up straight on the bed. Roderich was going to beat him to the bathroom! Ludwig looked at the clock with its green lights flashing 6:10 a.m. Now he slapped both hands to his face. He flopped back onto the bed with a still raging hard-on.

Ludwig silently cursed his roommate's nearly all-vegetarian diet and considered calling in sick to work.

End Chapter 3 TBC
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