"I didn't know when you were going to wake up..." She said, "I wanted to be awake when you woke, that way you could see I was here..." She rubbed small circles into Arthur's hand with her thumb. "I was.. so afraid I was going to lose you.... I couldn't keep up and I lost sight of you in the chase... a-and then on the phone... you sounded like you weren't going to make it..."

Arthur knew she must've been worried sick. "My poor love. It's all ok now. Francis is going away to jail and is currently at the mercy of a rather pissed off Russia. I lost a to. Of blood, but I'm feeling a good bit better now." He was just so glad to see her. "We've gone through a lot in the past few days. I say when I get out of here we go on an extra long honeymoon to make up for all of the craziness."

"They put you on blood transfusions... And... Arthur... we don't even have to go anywhere for our honeymoon..." She looked up at him. "We could stay at home and I would be happy... Because I'd be with my husband, who I love dearly." She leaned over and kissed him gently once more.

Arthur kissed her back. "I'd still like to take you somewhere nice. You wanna know why? Cause I love you." He looked at the bag of blood that was going into his arm and also saw a bag with fluids that he guessed was probably the morphine. "I still can't believe he shot me. Crazy bastard." He muttered. He just stared off into space for a moment. "Sorry. Just thinking."

"it's alright love... Do you want to talk about it, or no?" She wanted to know what was on his mind, but if he didn't want to tell, she would respect his privacy. "Oh! Are you thirsty or anything? Sorry... the doctors wanted me to ask when you woke up..."

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. I was just thinking both Francis. He was so...well, he was a friend of mine before all of this. I just don't understand."

"I guess that makes sense... I don't know him well so I wouldn't know..." She frowned. "I can understand the attraction, but wanting to ruin your happiness..."

"He's kind of crazy. He'll try to bang anything that breathes. It's the only reason I said no in the first place." he sighed. "I'm glad I did though. Now I have you, my one love." He could remember that day that Francis had come to him, begging for his hand. He'd thought it was a joke at first.

"I'm glad you did as well.... No one would've been nice to me at that first meeting after all..." She blushed lightly. "Or, maybe you would've still been nice..." She shrugged, not really knowing. "I feel kind of naive not knowing all these things..." Not that it surprised her. She hadn't been a country for even a year now.

"I have to admit. I don't know if I'd been nice. I would've belonged to Francis, so I'd have done whatever he wanted to do. I'm not sure if he'd been friendly or not."

"Well, again, it's obvious I'm glad you don't belong to him..." She smiled softly. "And, I'm glad that I belong to you instead." She looked up at him with a happy look in her eyes.

He laughed. "Same here sweetheart. I may have had to divorce Francis when you came along. There's. I way I'd have been able to resist you." He took her hand. "Also, it is you who own I, and not the other way around."

She laughed softly. "speaking in welfare of our countries, it's you who own I..." She smiled softly. "Oh, they saved the bullets from the operation... After they cleaned them that is.... So, if you wanna see them..." She rattled something out of his line of sight.

Arthur blanched. "There is something you must know now. I am a pussy, and stuff like that makes me feel sick at my stomach. Yes, I am a girly man."

She laughed softly and he could hear a soft clunk as she dropped it into her bag. "It's okay...." Vixan let out a soft sigh "You'll be trapped here for a bit..." she said with a frown. "I'm sorry."

He rested in his bed, quite tired. "It'll be ok as long as you visit everyday." He said, his tone suggesting her didn't want her to leave at all.

"Visit? Why would I need to visit if I don't plan on leaving?" She laughed softly and kissed his cheek. "I know you must be rather well rested, but I however am not..." She moved over to the window couch and curled up on it, still looking at Arthur.

He smiled. "That makes me feel better. I didn't want you to leave." He looked at her. "You can sleep in the bed with me if you'd like. I like the company."

She shook her head softly. "I move in my sleep... I'm likely to hit your wounds and cause you pain..." She frowned slightly. "I... don't want you to hurt and I definitely don't want to cause you pain"

He just sighed. "Ok babe. At least let's get the nurse to bring you a cot."

"I'm fine love... I've slept on worst." She smiled at him. "Don't worry about me.

He looked skeptic, but was to tired and high on morphine to bother. "M'kay.."

"See you when we both wake up..." She smiled softly. "Love you."

"I love you too.."The nurse suddenly walked in. "Sorry to disturb you Mr. Kirkland. I need to give you your daily meds sweet heart." She said sweetly and he sighed. "I'm tired." She nodded and hook up two new bags, one of blood an one of the morphine. "There you go." He closed his eyes as he got even sleepier. "We'll need to change your bandages soon." He groaned. The nurse seemed a bit flirtatious, but Arthur was ignoring her clearly. She just noticed Vixan. "Oh, hello maam. Are you Mr. Kirkland's sister? Let me get you a cot." She left and Arthur close his eyes.

Vixan felt her eye twitch and waited for the nurse to get back. "I'm not his sister, ma'am..." She said, looking at her.