England x Reader Foolish for Hoping Chapter 2

I sat there, my face buried in my knees, trying to contain my composure. Surgery? How badly had she been hurt? What had happened? How long would I have to wait?

These questions swirled around in my head for what seemed like hours. Eventually I felt a tap on my shoulder from a certain Frenchman. His normal perverted grin was gone, and had instead been replaced with a look of mourning. I opened my mouth, ready to ask the obvious question, but Francis just shook his head sadly.

"Zey can't tell me anyzing new."

"What... What happened?" My voice wavered as I spoke.

"I 'ave no idea. I 'eard 'er scream from my house, and when I got to 'er, she was in 'er front yard. My best guess is zat she was pushed out ze window." He sighed. "I called the police, and ze are over zere right now, trying to figure out exactly what went on..."

My hands clenched into fists as I tried to resist the overwhelming urge to punch something. "Pushed? You mean, as in on purpose?"

"Oui." Francis's voice cracked, as he broke down sobbing. He buried his face in his hands.

Hesitantly, I reached out a hand and gave his back a comforting pat. This was a rare occurrence, as every time we saw each others faces we fought like bloody cats and dogs. It hadn't always been like this, but over time we had grown apart. It felt like deja vu, me comforting the blond while he cried over someone dear, just as I had done when his mother passed away.

"Francis Bonnefoy?", one of the nurses called out.

"Oui?" "Yes?" We rushed over.

"The patient has suffered serious intracranial injury, as well as an oblique fracture in her left arm and bruised ribs on both sides of the torso," the woman read it off from her clipboard like a waiter reading off today's specials.

Pause.

"She's going to be okay, right?" I practically begged the nurse.

She turned away, and beckoned us to follow her down the hall, further into the depressingly white hospital.