"Gil! I'm baaaaack!" Matthew was cheerful as he entered his favourite room right now. He wanted to play, but Gilbert didn't seem to feel the same way.
"Go watch your brother or something." He groaned. His head was under the covers, only his IV punctured arm sticking out. Matthew remembered back to those nights he had to sleep with them. They were always so awkward and Matthew had always made sure to hold his arms close to his body when there weren't medical apparatuses attached to them.
"What's wrong?"
"I told you to go."
"I'm just trying to help."
"I don't need any help."
Matthew took a step back; or rather, floated about a meter away from his original spot. He was surprised. What had made Gilbert act like this? He was always so cheerful.
"Okay, fine. Maybe you are fine. Maybe you don't need support from me." Matthew huffed, "since we're not friends and all."
"Matt, wait." Gilbert sat up. He quickly lowered himself down, however, since he was probably dizzy. "I'm sorry. I'm just...I need to be alone right now."
"For how long?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I need to know when I can come back."
"Just...maybe in a few days...I don't know."
"Yeah...whatever..." Matthew felt rejected, worse than those times Alfred wouldn't let him play with his friends growing up. He floated out of the room before Gilbert could pull him back with those sweet words of his.
Who was he kidding? Gilbert's words weren't sweet. He was an asshole.
Matthew wandered around the hospital until he found an old storage room that he didn't think he had been in yet.
It's funny how in three years he hadn't fully explored this place. He had mostly been back and forth between the trauma and terminal wards, and the gift shop downstairs.
Maybe that's what he would do over the next little while. He could explore the hospital for a few days and then come back to see if Gilbert had smartened up. If he didn't that would be a problem, but he could always be a vengeful ghost.
"Nobody will find us in here." A voice on the other side of the door purred. The door opened and Lovino stepped in with a familiar male. What was Antonio doing here? Visiting hours were long over...
"Uhm..." Matthew coughed, trying to get Lovino's attention. The Italian's eyes flickered toward him, widening in shock.
"Actually...no. This place won't do. Why don't we go to your hotel or something?"
"I'm sharing a room with somebody."
"Shit."
"Hey, tons of people have sex in hospital storage rooms. Francis and Arthur did it before."
"Holy shit, Lovi!" Matthew gasped. "I'll just...I'll just leave you two at it."
He swept out of the room, hoping he didn't ruin Lovino's chance at getting some succulent Spanish booty.
Maybe night prowling wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it was time to head back to Gil.

Don't trust anybody who doesn't move their body to Boots.