A/N hey guys it's ya boi, sorry for ghosting for like 8 months, I was really busy and had a lot of stuff to do, but i'm coming back full force with the Halloween special! I hope you guys enjoy!

-Peri

Hungary P.O.V

Gilbert has been sick for a while now, about 2 weeks was the last time I counted. At the end of September he came down with a harsh bug of, well, something. Me, his brother, Feliciano, and Kiku all took guesses on what it was but none of us could pin it. There were no doctors around this place for miles, the only place you could find anything resembling a hospital, hell even just a 24 hour public ER was on the mainland. But back to Gilbert,

I was walking into his apartment, a small Tupperware of soup in one arm and holding an umbrella in the other.Coming in and placing my umbrella by the door, I eyeballed the living room. The whole place was a mess, filled with boxes of tissues, and bottles of cough syrup and other things of the like.

"Gil," I called out, to get a weak response of

"Here, Lizzy."

He walked out of his room looking like a skeleton, pale and skinny, his nose chapped, a croaky and hoarse voice from coughing. Walking to his kitchen and taking out a spoon and grabbing some paper towels he started talking.

"So, what'd you bring me this time?"

"Soup," I placed the soup on the counter. Gilbert walked to the counter, pulling up a chair, taking off the lid of the container, eating the food straight out of it.

"This is some good shit Lizzie," He said through bites, wiping his mouth with his sleeve he asked

"What is it?" To be frank, I was kind of disgusted that he was eating the thing out of the Tupperware like a dog, but at least he's eating, and that's something pretty major now-a-days.

"It's mushroom soup," Gil nodded and kept chugging the thing down,

"So, when are you going to go see a doctor?" I asked,

He put the spoon down and looked at me firmly,

"Liz, what have I told you a million times? I'm fi-"

"No you're not! You haven't been fine in a while!" I yell,

"I don't know what you're talking about I-"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Gil, you look like a scarecrow! A-and me and your brother are tired of worrying-"

He started to get more fed up with the subject. I swear, why is it so hard to just go to a doctor? All it takes is just one ferry to Rockland, I honestly don't know what's so hard about it! I looked at him, taking in one deep breath and rubbing his temple.

"Okay, here's my deal, if I don't get better in 1 week,"

"5 days," I countered, what person who lives off of food delivered to him tri-daily, and can't even go a full 3 hours without puking up his food recover from being sick in a week?

"1 week," he tried to say again

"4 days."

He loosened his shoulders, "3 days, If I don't get better in 3 days, I will go to Rockwell on the ferry with you, and I will let those doctors do anything to me. Pump my stomach, hook me up to an IV, hell i'll take any med's they give me."

I sighed, "Thank you,"

"Ok-" Gil started coughing, and hacking up something fierce. When it came out I saw that it was blood, I covered my mouth with my hand, knitting my brows together.

"Aw hell not again," he said to himself in a hoarse voice,

"This is normal? Gil-" I tried to reason,

"No, 3 days, if this keeps up for 3 days then we go on the ferry, j-just go Liz, the sky's getting darker."

I breathed out, "Fine, but if this gets worse call me, or your brother, or who ever okay,"

"Okay."

"Alright. See ya."

Grabbing my umbrella I walked out of the apartment to my house about 4 blocks down. As I walked down the stairs of the complex the rain became more harsh. I walked faster to the sidewalk across the street. After about 3 minutes I was freezing and soaked to the bone, I looked around for somewhere to find shelter but everywhere seemed deserted. I kept looking around as I made my way and found only one store that seemed to be open,

"Lawrence's Tarot and gifts" with a sign on the door that said "Open" in fancy calligraphy.

I opened the door to see the interior. A palette of blues, violets, indigo's, and blacks. Shelves of books with gold titles, it smelled of pepper and rosemary. After observing my surroundings I looked to the counter seeing a man in a grey sweater with cats embroidered on it shuffling a deck of (presumably) tarot cards. He was tall with pale skin, ashy blonde hair.

"Y'know, you should take a walk in that rain, no umbrella preferably." he said

"What?" I said, turning to him.

"It'll cleanse it, take away all those bad vibes," he continued

I slowly walked towards the counter, "What in god's name are you talking about?"

He looked at me, "Your aura," he said. "It's all funky, something messing with you?"

"Um, I-I guess? Why are you talking about that?"

"Because I can sort of "sense it" y'know. Plus you're in a tarot shop, so I can either talk about your aura or how much you look like a wet rag, so pick one."

"Ok, talk about my aura I guess." The guy nodded, my mind wandered to all the dumb things "psychics" would tell me about it, I leaned on the counter,

"So tell me man, what "color" is my aura?" He looked at me for a solid minute then clicked his tongue at the 60 second mark.

"It's blue, a nice blue, but-" he put down the deck of cards and pointed at me, moving the index finger in a circle, "there's like some funk around it, something bothering you?"

I nodded, "Yeah, it....it's my friend he, he's sick."

"What's he got?"

I pushed my hands to my face, "Lord knows man, all I know is that it makes him look like Trevor Reznik."

His eyes widened, mumbling, "oh shit"

"Yeah, he says he's gonna go to the doctor in a couple days, but in the shape he's in, I hate to say it but, he'll probably drop dead before we can get on the ferry."

The man sighed, "That's some shit lady,"

"Duh!" I planted my hands on the surface of the counter, I was so worried for him, I didn't know what to do. "Do you know somebody that's at least a certified MA or something," I said to him desperately. Yes, I'm aware spilling my guts to a stranger is both stupid and pathetic but I and everyone else are out of options. The closest doctors any of us know are on the mainland and the ferry won't come around until the 10th.

But then, a miracle happened.

"Well, I know somebody that could help him."

I jerked up, excited beyond all belief,

"Wh-wh-who is it?!" I asked, eyes wide

"My friend, his name's Ashton. He studied medicine at Saint Joseph's I think he could help."

I nodded frantically, taking out my phone to take notes on where I should go to see him and all that jazz.

"So, do I pay him, or do I pay you? And how much and,"

The blond shook his head, "No payment necessary,"

"But I-"

"No. Payment. Needed. I just wanna help, that's all. Gimme your phone, I'll give you his address."

I handed him my phone accordingly, he typed in the address and handed me it back.

"When should I bring him?" I asked

"Around..4:00am tomorrow."

"What?" turning my head sideways to the answer,

"Ashy works like crazy, he's only free at night. I swear that man I just obsessed with his work."

"What's he do?" I questioned,

"Writes, he writes like crazy, and as I said only free at night. So, just bring him alright."

I felt a strange feeling in my gut, all tingly. But this is the only shot we have at the moment. I nodded and walked away, getting my umbrella.

"And It's Lawrence, not dude."

"Okay, it's Elizabeta then." I responded, turning my head to him.

"Alright." He gave a light smile. I walked out of the shop feeling a spike up my spine, and reminding myself,

"Tomorrow night, 4:00am"

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To be continued