Francis's POV:
I sang a song in French quietly as I cooked dinner.
Suddenly I was struck with a horrid feeling. My eyes widened, and I dropped the knife I was holding, luckily it didn't hit my body.
"Matthew."
I breathed out.
"My baby Matthew."
I suddenly felt dread cover my entire body.
"I forgot Matthew."
The world stopped around me, and as soon as I came back, I quickly picked up my phone and called Arthur.
"Francis you git I'm at work."
I didn't reply though, too busy having a small anxiety attack.
"Fr-Francis?"
He stuttered, beginning to sound scared.
"Arthur I forgot him."
"Who?"
"Matthew."
"Matthew?"
"Our son!"
"...oh my god do you know where he is?!"
"No, we need to find him!"
"Call Alfred! Tell him to come home now! I'll be there in a minute."
I took a deep breath.
"Ok Arthur, I will see you soon."
He said goodbye and hung up, right after he did I called Alfred.
"Hey papa."
"Alfred you need to come home."
"Why?"
"Matthew is missing."
The line was silent for a minute.
"I know where he is."
He told me, sounding sad.
"Where?!"
I heard him take a deep breath.
"He's in the hospital, Gilbert yelled it at me this morning after he punched me."
I didn't say anything.
'My baby is in the hospital...?'
I couldn't believe it.
There was talking on the other end of the line to someone else.
"I'll meet you there, Yao said he can drive me."
He hung up after that, sounding rushed. I called Arthur back.
"Arthur he's in the hospital, so head there."
"What is he in the hospital for?!"
I paused.
"Alfred didn't tell me, apparently Gilbert knows though because he yelled it at him this morning after punching him."
"I would get mad at Gilbert for this but I'm glad it happened, otherwise we wouldn't know where Matthew is."
"I'll see you there."
I grabbed my keys, unlocking the car and getting in as quick as I can.
'What happened to my baby?'
Gilbert's POV:
Matthew hasn't shown any signs of waking up yet, and I'm starting to grow even more scared for him.
"What caused this birdie? What made you want to do this?"
I knew he wouldn't answer, but I still asked the unconscious boy in hopes he would. I heard fast running down the hallway.
'What the-?'
The door slammed open and a man I recognized as Matthews papa ran in, his father and Alfred right behind him. I glared at them.
"What are you doing here?"
I asked coldly. Alfred and Matthews dad, Arthur I reminded myself, glared at me.
"I'm here to see my son."
"I need to be the hero for Mattie."
The answers didn't change my mood, instead it just made me more pissed.
"If that's true where were you the rest of the day? Last night?"
Francis looked at me, sadness in his eyes.
"He's been here since last night?"
His voice was shaking, and I nod.
"I brought him here after I found him."
There faces changed.
"You found hi-?"
Francis paused, noticing the bandages wrapped around his entire left arm.
"He didn't."
I nod.
"He did, he attempted suicide."
He broke down in tears when I said that, and both Alfred and Arthur had shocked faces. I just stared at them with an emotion I couldn't place.
"I believe Matthew would want you to leave."
They all turned to me in disbelief, Alfred glared daggers at me.
"No he wouldn't, we're his family."
I glared back at him.
"Family doesn't forget family, and I saw Alfred forget, and not see, Matthew first hand."
Arthur was now glaring.
"No matter what we are his family."
He hissed, but my angered expression didn't change.
"Leave."
Matthews POV:
'Is that Alfred?'
'Yes, your family is here.'
'...do they count as family?'
'That's for you to decide.'
'I hear them fighting.'
'Gilbert is telling them to leave.'
'What?'
'You need to wake up.'
'No! I don't want to wake up!'
'Mattie you need to!'
'No! I don't want to go back to that world!'
'...Mattie, you can't stay in this state forever.'
'Why not?'
'You have a life to live.'
'My life is hell.'
'You can fix that.'
'How? I can't help that people always forget about me.'
'Go with Gilbert.'
'...Gilbert?'
'Yes, go with Gilbert.'
'Where?'
'Home.'
'But I live with papa, Arthur, and...Alfred.'
'What's with the pause?'
'I'm just thinking that Alfred seems to be the villain of my story now, not the hero he claims to be.'
'Go with Gilbert.'
'Gilbert won't want me.'
'Yes he will.'
'No he won't!'
"Birdie would be better off with me! Someone that actually remembers and pays attention to him!"
'He will.'
'...'
'It's your decision Matthew Williams.'
'Don't use my full name...you saying it sounds weird.'
'Heh, ok Mattie.'
'Will you still be here?'
'...if you would like.'
'Then I will wake up.'
'Really?'
'But only if you promise to still be here, if I'm abandoned and have no one, I want to have you to talk to.'
'I will stay here.'
'Will you be a voice in my head?'
'I can come to you physically.'
'What?'
'I can come to you physically, in real life.'
'You would become a human being?'
'I guess that's one way to put it.'
'When will you come?'
'Two days time.'
'After I wake up?'
'Yes, you have to wake up first.'
'Then I can see what you look like?'
'Yes, now wake up Mattie.'
For a second everything was dark and silent.
"Don't you dare tell me that my son won't want to come home!"
My eyes opened, and I turned to see my family and Gilbert battling it out with glares.
Alfred noticed me first.
"Mattie!"
He moved papa away, and rushed to my side.
"Are you ok? We were so worried!"
He sounded truthful, but I knew they hadn't been here that long.
"No."
I breathed out, and his face turned confused.
"What?"
A small glare was aimed at him.
"You haven't been here long, you haven't remembered me until recently."
Alfred guiltily looked down, and that confirmed what Matt said was true. I looked up at papa, sadness was in his eyes, same with Arthurs, but for once I didn't think I cared.
"I attempted because of you."
Their eyes widened, but I pasted out again before I could see anymore then that.