blind!ReaderxFrance - Love Unseen 7

        I sighed, resting my forehead against the stiff sheets of my father’s hospital bed. I held my father’s hand loosely in my own tired fingers as I listened to the constant beep of his heart monitor. A few silent tears slipped down my nose and onto my glasses and I raised my head as the door opened quietly.
        “_______?” I recognized Matthew’s soft, quiet voice. I could more than one set of footsteps though, two or three at most. “Hello love, how are you?” Arthur asked.
        “I-I’m alright,” I mumbled, leaning back and closing my eyes. I was so tired but really didn’t have much idea as to when day and night was. I knew when I got tired to sleep and when my father got me up for school, it was time to wake up. But since I’d gotten to the hospital, I’d refused to fall asleep despite what my body was telling me so I’d most likely stayed up all night. “What time is it?”
“A little past ten in the morning. You look exhausted _______,” Arthur said. I jumped slightly as a hand landed on my shoulder.
        “When did Gil leave?” Matthew asked softly, sitting down next to me. I shrugged and reached out for the Canadian.
        “Right after he called you,” I replied as someone’s hand grasped mine. “Where’s Al?” I inquired, realizing the loud American was in the room. I felt me way up the arm and rested my head on the person’s shoulder. I was positive it was Mathew by the hair brushing against my forehead.
        “He had to go do something. He’ll be here soon,” Arthur answered. I nodded sleepily as my dull eyes began closing. I could feel my glasses slipping off my nose but was too tired to grab them.
        “You need to rest _______. Sleep,” Matthew instructed. I shook my head despite the fatigue quickly taking over my system. “We’ll all be here when you wake up, eh. Maybe even Francis.” I smiled sleepily at the thought of finding Francis here when I woke up.
        “Just a… small… nap,” I trailed off, letting unconsciousness take me.

        Matthew caught _______ as she fell forward off his shoulder. He laid her down across his lap and gently took her darkened glasses off her face and set them on a small table next to them. He looked up at Arthur who shrugged and sat down in the chair next to him.
        “Alfred and Gilbert will be here soon. I’d just let her sleep until then,” he said. Matthew nodded and rubbed her back.
        “She’s been through so much. Do you think it’ll be better when Francis gets back?” he asked. Arthur sighed and leaned back, rubbing his head.
        “If he’s bringing his father back, then hopefully, yes.” The two of them settled into a comfortable silence, just waiting for something to happen.

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        Francis sat in his seat, squirming every few minutes as he switched his gaze from the window, to his hands, to the seat in front of him, and back to the window. Antonio sat next to him, watching with a small smile. His friend was so anxious to get home.
        “Mi amigo,” the Spaniard started, reaching out to grasp his shoulder. Francis jumped and looked at Antonio. “Calm down chico. She’s alright. We’ll be home in less than an hour. Breathe amigo.” Francis swallowed and nodded, leaning his head back.
        “I know, I just… What if ‘e can’t do anyzing?” he asked desperately, his eyes glancing between the seats to his father sitting behind them.
        “He’s going to do what he can Francis, that’s all we can ask right now.” Antonio’s green eyes shined as he looked at Francis. The blonde nodded and turned his head to look out his window.
        “I’m almost ‘ome mon amour. I’ll be zere soon,” he mumbled, trailing his finger down the window as he watched the clouds fly by.

        Francis, Antonio and Mr. Smith walked off the plane about forty-five minutes later. Francis was eagerly walking through the crowds, his father and Antonio trailing behind him. They had their luggage and were looking around the large place when two bodies collided with them.
        “Francis! Toni!” Gilbert and Alfred shouted in unison. The two laughed and hugged their friends. They caught up quickly before Francis remembered why he’d come home in such a rush.
        “‘Ow’s _______? What’s ‘appened?” he asked worriedly, looking between the albino and the American with wide blue eyes. His father stood behind the four boys, watching how his son was desperate for information on the condition of the young girl he was dating.
        Gilbert explained what had happened and tried to sooth his friend. The blonde nodded and wiped his eyes. They all left the airport and climbed into Gilbert’s car. He drove as fast as was legal to the hospital. Francis was the first out of the vehicle and Gilbert was forced to jog right in front of him to keep him from running all over the place as he led them to _______’s father’s room. Francis opened the door quickly and saw Matthew and Arthur sitting talking quietly. _______ was lying in Matthew’s lap, a small frown on her face.
        “_______!” He ran forward and knelt down next to her. Arthur and Matthew jumped slightly but were relieved to see the Frenchman none the less.
        “Shh Francis, you’ll wake her up,” Matthew mumbled. Francis swallowed thickly as he ran his fingers through her slightly tangled hair. He looked behind him at her father, lying still in the hospital bed. He didn’t look he was too badly injured expect for his arms and leg.
        “‘Ow is ‘e?” he asked, looking at the two boys in front of him. Arthur gave a small shrug as he tried to look at the stuff around him. He was hoping to go to school to be a doctor when he graduated and now he realized just how much work it would be.
        “Stable. _______’s been stressed and frightened about his condition ever since she figured out, but he’s doing alright so far,” the Brit replied, looking at the unconscious man. Francis sighed and grabbed _______’s hand, pulling it to rest against his cheek.
        “Oh mon amour, you’ve ‘ad such a ‘orrible time by yourself. I’ve miss you so much, ma chèrie. I’m ‘ere now,” he murmured almost nonsensically, placing delicate kisses on her cheeks and forehead. He heard her moan softly and saw her eyelashes fluttered. “_______? Ma chèrie?” he asked gently, running his thumb over her cheek. He smiled as her tired, scarred __(e/c)__ eyes opened.

        “_______? Ma chèrie?” The voice sounded way off, like I was still dreaming. It sounded like Francis. I sighed contentedly at the feeling of something smooth gliding over my cheekbone. I opened my eyes, though it was still dark as night to me.
        “F-Francis?” I muttered, yawning and sitting up. Strong, warm arms were around me in seconds. I could tell by the light scent of roses that Francis was back. I held him in my arms a moment, relishing the feel.
        “Oui mon amour. Oh ma chèrie I’ve missed you so much and I’ve been so worried. I zought I wouldn’t get ‘ome fast enough,” he said in a rush.
        “I missed you too Francis.” He pulled back and I felt his lips moving against mine. My breath caught but I kissed back. It was over too soon and he pulled back but rested his forehead against mine.
        “Francis,” I choked softly, clutching at his collar. Tears welled in my eyes as everything started crashing back down on me, and gentle, familiar fingers wiped them away. “M-My daddy. W-what am I going t-to do?”
        “Shh chèrie,” Francis murmured, “come ‘ere.” I felt myself being pulled to my feet, moving around, and then I was sitting in someone’s lap, “It’s alright _______.” Francis pulled me close to his chest. I leaned into him, crying softly.
        “B-but, w-what about-,” A finger pressed against my lips, quieting me.
        “‘E’s alright ma chèrie. ‘E’s going to be fine,” he murmured, continually running his fingers through my hair. I buried my nose into the crook of his neck.
        “I’m s-scared Francis,” I whimpered, holding my hands tightly in his jacket. He murmured soothingly in my ear and I heard the sound of footsteps shuffling out the door.
        “_______.” I gulped and shook my head. “__(f/n)__ __(m/n)__, look at me,” Francis said, gripping my chin.
        “You know I can’t do that,” I muttered, raising my head but still kept my head bowed. I could sense his eye roll.
        “You know what I mean,” he said, using his hand to lift my face so my dull eyes were looking in his direction. “Everyzing is going to be alright. Your fazer’s a strong man. ‘E’s going to make it. I know it.” I sniffed slightly, running my hand under my eyes.
        “Okay,” I sighed, leaning forward and managing to rest my forehead against his. “Francis, what if-“
        “We’ll cross zat bridge if we get to it. Don’t zink about stuff like zat.” He was firm and yet gentle in the he spoke. It was soothing and helped me calm down slightly. I let a few tears slip down my nose and nodded. We sat there for a little while, talking softly and cuddling after two weeks of being apart.
        It wasn’t long before the door opened and more people were walking in. I could feel a tension in the air as they walked in and hear a tightness in everyone’s voices as we talked. I finally sat up straight, fed up with whatever was going on.
        “Okay! What the heck am I missing!?” I asked loudly. Francis jumped slightly, but I felt his arms tighten slightly around my waist.
        “Mon amour,” Francis murmured in my ear. I shook my head and stood up shakily. I didn’t know what I was searching for exactly, but I could just sense something in the room. I reached down and ran my hand over Francis’ face.
        “Francis,” I mumbled, walking slowly to the side. I felt someone’s breath on my head. I traced my fingers along their jaw and then through their hair. “Gilbert.” I continued down the row of people, saying their names until I’d passed all six of them. I scrunched my eyebrows together as I listened to someone else’s breathing beside me. I reached out nervously until a large hand grabbed mine and lifted it towards their face. I could tell as my fingers touched their cheek it was a man, an adult by the feel of his cheeks and neck.
        I ran my fingertips over his chin and jaw and then up his cheeks. I felt slender eyebrows and soft hair as I rubbed his forehead. The last thing I did was feel his nose and mouth. I pulled back, opening and closing my mouth a few times. I was willing to bet he had the same blue eyes and blonde hair as my boyfriend.
        “Confused dear?” I jumped as he asked the simple question. I nodded my head and turned to look for Francis.
        “Mon amour,” the Frenchman said, his arm wrapping around my lower back. “I would like you to meet my fazer.” My blind eyes widened as I looked back to Francis’ father. I felt such a surge of different emotions as I stuck my hand out. Worry; why would his father be here? What could he possibly want? Anger; this man had left Francis when he was a child and never even tried to talk to him. Confusion; Francis seemed fine, albeit a bit nervous, with the man standing in front of him. What was going on?
        “Um… hi?” I mumbled as his large hand gripped mine and shook. “I’m _______ _______.”
        “David Smith. Pleasure to meet you,” he replied. I swallowed, feeling very much in spotlight and yet out of place. I wondered about the differences in their names, but decided to ask later. I heard Francis sigh and looked up at him.
        “Cherie, do you remember ze conversation we had a few monzs ago?” he asked me, “About what you wanted?” I blinked in surprised and nodded, reaching up to rub around my eyes. “My fazer’s an eye surgeon and I… I asked if could come look at your eyes.”
        “M-my… eyes,” I mumbled, awestruck that he would go to such lengths for me. He hadn’t spoken to his father since he was in fifth grade and he went all the way out to France to find him. I was also stunned that the man had actually come back with my boyfriend. Maybe… he still cared? “F-Francis,” I stammered, reaching up for his face. “Thank you,” I whispered, cupping his cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you so much,” I said over and over as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
        “_______, I believe it was.” I pulled back and I heard Mr. Smith start speaking.
        “Y-Yes sir,” I managed, leaning my head on Francis’ shoulder. “Thank you sir, for coming all this way.” I told him. I really wasn’t too sure about the man yet, but he’d come back with Francis, so I couldn’t hate him completely.
        “It’s no problem. Francis only told me that you were blind, he didn’t go into great detail however. Would you care to tell me how this happened?” he asked. I nodded and let Francis lead me back to a chair. We sat down and I told him almost the exact same story I’d told the rest of the bunch when I’d first met them. He didn’t say anything while I explained or a little bit afterwards.
        “Do you think there’s anything you can do Mr. Smith?” Matthew asked softly. I buried my face into Francis’ chest, not positive I wanted to hear the answer. I heard a sigh come from the man and I looked up tiredly.
        “I’m not sure,” he started, “but by the way you described it, and I would have to have medical tools to look, your eyes have been torn to bits on the inside. I’m not sure how the initial surgery went to fix your eyes, but you must have been out for a long while to have something like that fixed.” I nodded, agreeing with everything he said. It was true I had been under anesthesia for quite a while and that they had explained it was a miracle I still had my eyes.
        “Well, for right now, there’s not much I can do until I can look at your eyes properly,” he explained. “I can see if they have a place in the hospital, which they should, and see if I would be allowed to use it.”
        “Right now?” I asked, surprised slightly. Francis laced his fingers through mine comfortingly as tried to face his father’s direction.
        “If that’s alright. I wouldn’t do any surgery or anything. I would just be able to get a look at your eyes and if there’s a place here, then you won’t have to be far from your father,” he explained gently. I felt Francis stiffen and wrap his arms around me.
        “Ahh, I see,” I replied, running my thumb soothingly over his forearm. “Thank you very much. Do you know when you’ll be able to look at them?” I asked.
        “I can go see if they have a room free now. I’ll be back in a bit.” I nodded and listened as the door closed. I heard everybody release a breath and I quirked an eyebrow. I felt Francis rest his head on my shoulder and I ran my fingers through his hair.
        “Are you okay?” I whispered, feeling small droplets falling onto my shirt. He sat up and nodded.
        “Oui. Just… just trying to figure ‘im out,” he replied. I reached out and cupped his cheek with my free hand.
        “I can’t say thank you enough. For going through this for me,” I said, running my thumb under his eyes, wiping his tears. I kissed him and felt him shaking slightly. “May I ask you something?” I mumbled, pulling away slightly.
        “Oui, bien sûr, (Of course)” he replied, laying his head on my shoulder and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
        “If your father’s name in Smith, then why is yours and your mother’s Bonnefoy?” I inquired gently, curious as to the difference. His fingers were running up and down my back, almost if trying to comfort himself as well as me.
        “My maman’s maiden name is Bonnefoy. When ‘e left, she simply changed boz of our names back to Bonnefoy,” he explained.
        “Ah, okay,” I murmured. I could feel all the other’s eyes on us and I turned towards them. “Did you all know about his father coming?” I questioned. They all mumbled incoherently and I rolled my useless eyes.
        “I was going to ask before I even zought about leaving, but ze way you talked about it… I wanted it to be a surprise,” he murmured, placing light kisses on my cheeks and around my eyes.
        “Thank you love. Thank you so much.” I bent to kiss him against when the hospital door opened.
        “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Mr. Smith said as he walked back it. I shook my head and turned towards him. “They said they have an empty room that we could use. Would you like to go now?” The man was all business, that much was obvious.
        “Yes sir, that’s fine. Could I have a minute alone, with my dad?” I asked, turning towards all the men.
        “Of course. We’ll be right outside when you’re ready,” he said. I listened as he walked out and then as someone, Antonio I think, ushered the guys all out. I stood up and Francis hugged me.
        “Right outside, okay?” he whispered, squeezing my shoulders. I nodded and heard him leave the room as well. I found my father’s bed and walked up to his side. I grabbed his hand and sat down beside him.
        “Did you hear that daddy?” I asked softly, a smile working its way onto my lips. “I might get my sight back. Normally I’d ask your opinion, but we both know the answer.” I smiled and reached up for his face. “If I go through with this, you’ve got to wake up by the time I get my eyes back alright? I want to see you awake and healthy,” I told him. I sighed as my fingers traced the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. I stood up and bent over to kiss his forehead. “I love you daddy. I’ll be back soon ‘kay?” A few tears fell but I pulled back and headed towards the door before my nerves got to me.

        I nodded and only half listened to Francis’ father as he told me almost exactly what I’d been told when my eyes were first damaged. He had looked thoroughly over my eyes for nearly an hour and was now trying to explain some new and old stuff to me about what was wrong. Basically, it looked like someone had taken an extremely sharp knife into a silk clothing store and cut everything to shreds.
        “I could operate, but there would only be a very,very slim chance that it would work,” he said. I bit my lip and felt six different hands squeeze my shoulders, arms, and hand in reassurance.
        “But there is a chance, even if it’s slim?” I pressed, holding tightly to Francis hand.
        “Yes, there is,” Mr. Smith answered. I nodded determinedly and swallowed, facing him as best as I could.
        “Then I want to,” I stated firmly. Francis ran his thumb over my knuckles comfortingly and I leaned into his side slightly.
        “Alright then Miss __(l/n)__, I’ll have my assistant e-mail me the papers. It shouldn’t take more than a day or two and we can start,” he explained.
        “T-thank you sir,” I replied weakly. I felt like I could sense him smiling.
        “It’s no problem dear. Now, could anybody tell me where I could find a nice motel?” he asked. I scrunched my eyebrows as Alfred started mentioning a few places around town. I reached my hand back to shush him and faced Mr. Smith again.
        “You don’t have a place to stay?” I inquired. I felt Francis squeeze my hand warningly, but I ignored him.
        “No, but that’s okay. I’ll find a place until I go back home.” I shook my head and smiled warmly.
        “You’re more than welcome to stay at my house while you’re here,” I told him. I could feel the tension building in the air but I shrugged it off.
        “I… that’s quite the offer Miss __(l/n)__, but I assure you that I can find someplace-”
        “I insist. It’s the least I can do. Please, we have an extra room and it wouldn’t be any trouble. And boys, I swear if you don’t all stop staring I’ll beat you with my walking stick,” I threatened, turning to glare at them.
        “I don’t want to be any trouble,” he replied a bit nervously.
        “You’ll be no trouble at all, I promise.” He was hesitant, but finally agreed to stay at my house. I gave him the address and told him I’d be there soon. I heard him leave and somebody turned me roughly towards them.
        “What are you zinking!?” Francis cried. I raised an eyebrow and scratched my nose.
        “Am I not allowed to be hospitable?” I questioned, standing up and moving to walk out.
        “To ‘im?!” I shrugged and reached out for the Frenchman.
        “What’s wrong with him? I know what he did, but maybe he’s changed. Perhaps he feels bad for leaving. You must mean something to him if he came all the way for a girl he doesn’t even know,” I told him firmly. “I’ve made up my mind on this and you’re not changing it. Now, are you going to take me home or will I have to stay here another night?” I heard the scrape of a chair and felt an arm around my shoulders.
        “Gilbert drove us ‘ere. I don’t ‘ave my car,” he said stiffly. I winced internally and promised myself to make it better when I got home. I heard footsteps and them someone poked me in the stomach.
        “I guess ze awesome me vill drive you home. I’ll see you later birdie.” I told everyone bye and we walked out. It was quiet as they led me back down to the ground level. I only spoke to the lady at the front desk and told her to call me if anything changed with my father. We walked out and I was helped into the backseat of Gilbert’s vehicle. It was silent as the albino drove except for the small whisper of the radio. I closed my eyes and rested my head back. I was completely drained; emotionally and physically. My stomach agreed with me on the last one as it growled.
        Gilbert dropped us off at my house and Francis helped me inside. I frowned slightly as he tugged his hand away from me once we were inside. He was only just home and this was our first argument. I walked towards the kitchen and heard him following quietly behind me.
        “Francis,” I mumbled, resting my hands on the countertop in front of me. A hand landed lightly on my back and I swallowed. “I-I’m sorry. I… I just know how it feels to be alone. And… and I just feel so useless right now, i-it’s the least I could do,” I whimpered, rubbing at my eyes. Francis turned me around and pulled me close to him.
        “You are not useless, mon amour,” he murmured, kissing my temple. He sighed and pulled back to cup my cheek. “I’m sorry for acting as I did, I just… I was surprised, I guess.” He pressed a small kiss to my nose and a tear slipped down my cheek. “But I understand now, but I’m not leaving tonight.” My eyes widened before I smiled at him.
        “After having you gone for so long, I won’t mind that at all,” I murmured. I kissed him, pressing my lips eagerly to his. My arms wrapped around his neck and his went around my back, pulling me flush against him. His tongue had only just swiped across my lips when my doorbell rang. “I… bet that… that’s your father,” I said in between breathes. He nodded and helped me back into the living room.
        I let Mr. Smith in and told him to take his bags to the back room. I told Francis to come help me find a couple of boxes of macaroni and cheese for supper. While he fixed the meal , I meandered down the hall towards the guest bedroom. I knocked lightly and poked my head in.
        “Mr. Smith?” I asked quietly. I heard shuffling around and smiled.
        “Ah, hello Miss. __(l/n)__,” he replied. “I do believe I owe you much thanks for allowing me to stay here while I’m here.” I shook my head, yawning as I did so.
        “It’s no problem at all. The least I could do for having you come all this way,” I told him. “And thank you for that, I know it couldn’t have been easy to just get up and leave so suddenly.” I smiled as I felt him loop his arm through mine and head down the hall.
        “It took a little… persuasion, but I see now that I’m glad I came,” he replied. I chuckled and grinned warmly at him.
        “You aren’t the only one. Well, I hope mac and cheese will do for tonight. I’m not sure all that’s in the house and I’m absolutely exhausted.” He laughed lightly and I could smell the macaroni from the hall.
        “That’s perfectly alright dear. It’s always nice to have something simple now and again,” he said. I bobbed my head in agreement and squeaked when I was suddenly pulled into someone else’s arms.
        “‘Ello amour,” Francis murmured in my ear. I blushed and leaned into the strong embrace. I leaned up, breathing quietly in his ear as I hugged him.
        “Please be nice,” I whispered before pulling away and grinning. “Alright, Francis can you get the bowl out of the cabinet above the stove?” I asked. He kissed my cheek and I heard him moving stuff around.
        “Will ze small blue ones do?” he asked. I nodded and leaned back against the counter top. “Ze food’s almost done.”
        “Thank you Francis,” I replied, reaching out blindly for him. Large hands grabbed my own and pulled me against a warm chest. I smiled at the contact and rested my head on his chest. I would’ve leaned in for a kiss, but remembered his father not five feet from us. There was little conversation as we waited for the macaroni and cheese to finish. Francis pulled away to mix it all together A bowl was pressed into my hands and then an arm wrapped around my waist. I was led through the kitchen and back into the living room.
        “Go ahead and pick out a movie hun,” I told Francis, feeling for the couch and plopping down onto it. After we had a movie going and I was snuggled as close to Francis as I could get, we dug in. I barely even listened to the chest romance film that the Frenchman had put in. I was simply enjoying something wasn’t hospital food and the company of my boyfriend.
        I started yawning before the movie was even halfway over. Francis noticed and I had a feeling some silent conversation was going on between him and his father. The movie was cut short and they decided it was time to go to bed. I didn’t argue as I leaned against Francis, struggling to get to my room in a conscious state as we walked to my room. I could hear Mr. Smith following along behind and bid him goodnight as I was lead into my room. I started leaning to the side, already in the process of falling asleep, as the door clicked shut behind me.
        “Amour!” I blinked sleepily, not even flinching as Francis’ hands gripped my arms. He pulled me against him and I yawned again.
        “Mmm?” I hummed, my eyelids drooping as I rest my head on his chest. He chuckled and bent down to pick me up. I cuddled into his warmth, feeling secure and safe for the first time in two weeks.
        “You look ex’austed, amoureux,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. I nodded, nuzzling into his throat.
        “I am. It’s been a long day.” I felt my mattress sink underneath me and sighed as I fell back onto it. “There’s probably a pair of… jogging pants in my dad’s room that you can wear. Head back towards the living room and it’ll be on the right. Go through his chest of drawers and there should be a pair in there somewhere.” It was the middle of winter and even though I kept the heater running in my room, it could still get chilly sometimes.
        “Alright chérie, I’ll be right back,” he replied and I heard the door open gently. I felt around my bed and found my tank top and shorts for sleeping in. I changed quickly and laid back on my pillows. The door opened and I closed my eyes.
        “Did you find them alright?” I asked, resting my hands behind my head.
        “Oui amour,” he replied. I felt the bed dip again and sighed as light fingers touched my face. I smiled as they traced the dip and ridges. The rubbed across my lips and my eyes fluttered open as he very gently pressed his mouth to mine.
        “I love you Francis,” I breathed as he pulled away. He blew lightly in my face and I giggled and pressed out noses together.
        “Je t’aime aussi _______.” He pulled my close and I rest my on his chest. Whenever he spoke French it just sent chills down my spine. I was absentmindedly running my hand along his arm when I noticed the thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover his arms and neck. I reached down for the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up.
        “Um… chérie?” What are you doing?” I looked up, still tugging at the fabric. I blushed and reached up towards his face. His lips were pulled into a grin and I blushed even more.
        “You’re sweating and I figured you might be kinda warm,” I mumbled, fingering the hem of his T-shirt. He chuckled and reached down towards my hands. He grabbed the shirt and I could tell when he pulled it off, it was in a single, fluid movement. “B-better?” I stammered.
        “Oui, much,” he replied, putting his arms back around me. I sighed shakily and pressed against him. “_______, is somezing wrong?” I shook my head, ignoring the tears sliding down my cheeks. “Oh chérie, what’s ze matter?” he inquired, lifting my face and wiping my cheeks from the sudden onslaught of tears.
        “I’m s-scared, Francis,” I choked, “w-what if it doesn’t work? What if I c-can’t see again? What if m-my d-daddy doesn’t wake up?” I shook with my contained sobs, clutching at the Frenchman’s now bare chest. The barrage of questions was dizzying and decided to attack when I was most vulnerable.
        “Shh, amour, shh,” Francis cooed softly. “Don’t zink about zings like zat right now. Just sleep ma chérie, I’m right ‘ere ze entire time. You don’t ‘ave to worry about zat now. Just sleep.” I whimpered and gasped softly for breath, trying to do as the blonde said. I slowly calmed down, using Francis’ chest as a pillow.
        “I’m s-sorry,” I murmured. He must’ve smiled and kissed my head, telling me there was nothing to be sorry for. My eyes were shut and I was completely unaware of anything happening at this point however. I was fast asleep, glad to be in the grasp of unconsciousness.