Narrator's POV

Francis paced in front of a set of grand doors that led to Matthew's bedroom, where the healers were busy trying to help.  The guards and several other angels watched as the anxious king kept pacing, worry showing on his face.

Finally the doors opened, a few healers leaving quickly as the head healer, Yao, came forward to the king.

"'ow is mon petite Matthieu doing?"  Francis asked, worry clearly heard.  Yao put his hands up.

"Aiya!  Calm down, aru.  He will be fine, aru."  Yao said, getting a sigh of relief from Francis.  Yao then continued.

"When he went to Earth he was already becoming sick, aru.  But when he was sealed in the mirror, it probably caused him stress, causing him to become sicker, aru."  Yao explained.  Francis nodded.

"Oui, but 'ow is 'e doing now?"  Francis asked.  Yao bit his lip.

"Well, aru... we did all that we could, aru, but he is still very sick right now, aru."  Yao said.  "His fever is still high and he is exhausted from it, aru.  But with a week of bed rest and low stress, he will be fine, aru."

"May I go see 'im?"  Francis asked.  Yao nodded.

"Of course, aru.  He'll probably recover faster the more you are around, aru."  Yao said.  Francis smiled and followed Yao into the bedroom, with the guards closing the door behind them.

Francis was immediately struck by the thought of a wilting flower when he saw Matthew, feverishly asleep on the bed, his hair splayed out over the pillows, skin pale but face flushed with the unmistakable signs of a fever.  Francis sat down beside Matthew, taking Matthew's petite hand into his own larger one.

Feeling the movement Matthew shifted in his sleep before opening his unfocused eyes.

"... w-where...?"  Matthew reached his free hand up slowly and placed it on his head, closing his eyes.

"Shh, mon petite Matthieu, you are right 'ere in your bed."  Francis said softly.  Matthew's eyes fluttered open as he turned to Francis.

"W-wasn't I... on E-earth...?"  Matthew asked, exhaustion and confusion both heard.  Francis nodded and gave Matthew's hand a squeeze.

"Oui, but... do you remember what 'appened on Earth?"  Francis asked.  Yao wore a nervous look.  Matthew closed his eyes.

"... a m-meadow... I r-remember being in o-one... a-and I was making a... a f-flower crown..."  Matthew said, his mind still groggy.  But he had enough sense to know not to mention Gilbert.

"Do you remember anything else?"  Francis asked.  Matthew thought for a second before shaking his head slowly.

"N-non, just f-feeling really tired..."  Matthew said, hoping that his father would believe him, which Francis seemed to.

"I see,"  Francis said, glancing at Yao.  Yao nodded and left the room.  Francis then turned back to Matthew and hugged his sweet son.  "Mon petite fleur [my little flower] is sick again."  Francis fussed softly.  Matthew just enjoyed the hug.

"Does mon petite fleur want anything?"  Francis asked, breaking from the hug.  Matthew gently shook his head.

"N-non, just K-Kuma please."  Matthew said softly.  Francis smiled and got up, going across the room to get Matthew favorite stuffed polar bear.

"'ere you are, now get some rest mon petite Matthieu."  Francis said, handing Matthew Kuma and tucking him in, placing a quick kiss to his forehead.  Matthew smiled and pulled his wings closer together, snuggling into them.

"B-bonne nuit Papa [Good night Papa],"  Matthew said softly.  Francis gently pushed Matthew's hair out of his face.

"Bonne nuit mon petite fleur,"  Francis said, watching as Matthew shut his eyes and fell almost immediately back asleep.

After a few moments, Francis stood up and walked to the door, clapping his hands softly to have the lights lowered and the curtains drawn before leaving.

"Jour majesty,"  Elizabeta said.  "Did the prince remember anything?"  Francis shook his head.

"I'm not quite sure."  Francis admitted.  "I feel like 'e does remember what 'appened, but I zhink zhe fever is preventing 'im from remembering."  The others nodded.

"So now vhat vill jou do, jour majesty?"  Roderich asked.  Francis placed his hand on his chin.

"For now, all angels must be on 'igh alert and I want security for 'eaven tightened up."  Francis said.  Roderich and Elizabeta nodded before heading off to inform the soldiers as Francis made his way back to the throne room, a feeling of dread increasing.