Lovino sat at home next to Antonio's bed. Waiting, always waiting. Antonio hadn't stirred since the drive home two days ago. Lovino hadn't left the house, and he'd hardly left Antonio's room. Feliciano kept trying to get Lovino to do something else, come to market, go on a short walk, eat dinner at the table, and Lovino had, but not often.

Feliciano spent almost all day outside. Lovino thought he was at the tree he had been seeing the pilot at. Lovino was worried about him, but he knew it would be pointless to try and stop him. Just as pointless as Feliciano's attempts to get Lovino out of the house.

Roma had been looking for a doctor and had finally found one, who was in the town. He was coming and Lovino was a nervous wreck. At least in his mind. Outside he looked the same as ever, but in his mind he was losing it. What if Antonio wasn't okay, what if he wasn't going to wake up, what if the Gestapo had broken him... what if this was all he would get... Lovino's mind swam in a sea of these thoughts, filling him with dread. Lovino didn't dare to think that Antonio would be okay, because if he wasn't, all his hopes would be shattered, and he would crash with them.

"Lovino, I'm going out to get the doctor. I'll be back," Roma had made sure to tell Lovino whenever he was coming or going. Lovino thought he was trying to somehow take care of him, but Lovino didn't understand.

"Okay, Grandpa."

"And Lovino, please eat something. He's not going to wake up and go unconscious in the time it takes to eat some bread."

"Just go find the doctor," Lovino wasn't actually scared of Antonio waking up without him, though that would be awful, he was scared that he would die without him. He had been breathing strangely, and every once in awhile he would moan or cry out, but what scared Lovino was how quiet he got some times, his breathing shallow, and not a sound for ages. Lovino knew that Roma knew it too.

"Eat."

"Fine, now go."

Lovino waited until Roma had left until he got up and looked around the kitchen for something he might want. Lovino hadn't been very hungry for a few days, with bigger things on his mind, but he had been eating. Lovino grabbed something and headed back to Antonio's room.

Antonio was mumbling again but none of it made any sense to Lovino. So Lovino just lied down next to Antonio. Lovino wrapped his arms around Antonio, "It's okay, Antonio, just get some sleep. I promise you're okay. Everything will work out, just rest."

Antonio muttered softly, but quieted after a moment. His hands clenched Lovino's shirt, in his restless sleep. Lovino stroked his hair, listening for Roma and the doctor.

Lovino waited. It could have been forever, but the sun falling through the window had hardly moved, so it wasn't long. He heard the door open and carefully untangled himself from Antonio, sitting up.

"Lovino, did you eat?" Roma called from the next room over.

"Yes, Grandpa."

The doctor and Grandpa were talking in the other room about the paperwork, what had happened, and other things that Lovino did not care to hear about. Lovino instead sat down on Antonio's bed and took up stroking his hair again.

That was another thing. The invasion had came and gone in Lovino's panic to rescue Antonio he had hardly paid it any mind. Now Lovino found there was nothing to listen to, no reason to hid in doorways, nothing for Grandpa to hide him from. And it bored Lovino.

Lovino heard the gentle footfalls near the door and he stood. Slowly. Casually.

"Hello," The doctor greeted Lovino and stuck out his hand for Lovino to shake.

"Hello," Lovino did not shake the man's hand. Instead he turned to Grandpa, "I'm going out to... to..." Lovino just needed a reason to leave. He didn't want to stay while someone told grandpa all the things wrong with Antonio and how hopeless things looked, "God damn it, I'm going out and I don't need a reason."

.

Lovino hadn't really gotten far. He was sitting in the garden against the wall. With his guitar. Playing anything he could think of and even things he couldn't. Just not that song. Anything to fill the space with something other than Antonio.

The notes were quiet and soft and Lovino eventually stopped. He leaned his head against the wall and slept.