AN: All right, guys, here is the last chapter. Come What May is officially over. I'm kinda sad, but ready to move on to something new. This one is kind of a downer, so sorry in advance. Enjoy babydolls!

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"Available units proceed to the intersection of Fifth and West. Two car collision. Severe injuries reported," the dispatchers voice said over the ambulance radio. Ludwig quickly grabbed the radio's mic and held down the communication button.

"Unit H-25 responding. Ve are in route," the German said cooley and replaced the mic.

"Ten-four," the dispatcher responded.

With quick fluid movements the cobalt eyed man flicked switches and toggles bringing the ambulance to life. The sirens sounded and the emergency vehicle moved quickly through the traffic.

Moments later the EMT's arrived at the rather grisly looking accident. A blue Ford F-150 had T-boned a small red Honda Civic. As Ludwig pulled up to the scene something about the smaller car looked familiar to him.

He quickly put the vehicle into park and his team climbed out to join the other rescue crews at the scene.

"Elizaveta, get that stretcher out now. Berwald see if she needs help," the German man barked out orders as he approached one of the near by firefighters. "Vhat's the situation Sadiq?"

The tan skinned firefighter turned and gave the blonde man a grim look.

"Not good. The truck hit pretty hard. I'm worried about the guy in the passenger seat. There is a good possibility that he is dead. We're pulling the truck back now," the Turkish man said as the two men watched a tow truck drag the truck away from the sedan.

As soon as the area was clear Ludwig and his team swept in to help the once trapped passenger. The German was the first one to reach the vehicle, but froze as his eyes came to rest on the face of the unconscious man in the car. Sandy blonde hair was plastered to his head with blood and massive bruises marred the right half of his face. The man was nearly unrecognizable save for his remarkable eyebrows.

"Arthur…" the usually stoic man whispered as he gazed at his injured friend.

"Damn it! The door is so crushed we can't get to him. Ludwig, do we get the firefighters to cut it free or do we try and take him through the window?" Elizaveta asked turning her attention to the shocked blonde and pulled him from his stupor.

Kicking back into rescue mode the German quickly assessed the situation. Leaning into the car he checked to see if Arthur had a pulse and sighed in relief at the slight pulse. He quickly realized that the Brit was laboring for breath. That worried the cobalt eyed man. Scanning quickly he found that while there were other injuries the Englishman was not trapped by any of the twisted metal.

"I'm extremely vorried about his breathing. He may have a collapsed lung vith how he is struggling for air. Ve need to get him out now and stabilize him," Ludwig stated as he glanced over to the driver's side of the vehicle. He grimaced as his eyes fell on the unconscious American.

Through the window he could see a second EMT team rushing to the vehicle. He recognized the two men as Eduard and Raivis.

"What's the situation, Ludwig?" Eduard called as he approached.

"Not good. Ve need to get ours out now. He may have a collapsed lung," the German responded with concern and urgency in his voice. With a quick nod of his head the other blonde quickly assessed Alfred.

"He's stable. We'll get him out quickly so you guys can have better access to your patient," the Estonian said turning to his counterpart. "Raivis hand me the neck brace and lets move quickly,"

Several painstaking minutes later, the wheat blonde had been extracted from the mangled car and was on his way to the nearest hospital.

"Elizaveta, get in the driver's side so you can help turn him so we can get the smaller back brace on him. Berwald, be ready to intubate him as soon as he is on the stretcher," Ludwig barked orders and his team flew into action.

Elizaveta climbed into the vehicle and released Arthur's seat belt before she placed a neck brace on the unconscious Brit. They would need his neck to stay straight to help him breath while they moved him.

Reaching into the car, Ludwig took the sandy blonde by his shoulders and gently shifted him so his back was to the door. The female EMT just as gently shifted the Englishman's hips to aid in turning him.

"Hold him steady. I'm bringing in the brace," the German said as he eased the short board downward between the door and Arthur's back. "Eliza, strap him to the board and then grab his legs. Ve're going to have to move him slightly inward so we can shift the board to get him out,"

Deftly, the Hungarian woman strapped down the Brit and the carefully took hold of his legs.

"All right Ludwig, move him in," Elizaveta called. Slowly, the tall man pulled down on the board lifting Arthur's torso. The female EMT did her best to keep the Englishman's torso level.

Ludwig had just gotten the board at a point where he could begin pulling the Brit from the car when he noticed that Arthur had stopped breathing.

"Scheiss! Ber get over here! Ve have to get him out now! He's stopped breathing!" the German scream and instantly the Swede was at his side. Together the two large men pulled the much smaller man from the wreckage and swiftly moved him to the stretcher.

"Get that brace off so I can intubate him," the cobalt eyed man stated as he reached into their kit and pulled out the intubation tubes. Berwald removed the neck brace just as the German turned back to him. Quickly, but carefully Ludwig adjusted Arthur's head so he could insert the laryngoscope. With years of practice, Ludwig quickly inserted the instrument, opened the Englishman's airway, and slid in the intubation tube.

"I'm in! Bag him and let's move!" the stoic man exclaimed as he threw the tools back into the kit and began moving the stretcher.

Elizaveta instantly appeared at her teams side and began helping to move the stretcher while Berwald diligently forced air into the smaller man's lungs.

"Eliza, you're driving," Ludwig said as they approached the back of the ambulance. The brunette woman nodded as she aided in loading the wounded man and then dashed to the front of the vehicle.

Once they were securely in the back of the ambulance the German began checking Arthur's vitals. His heart rate was slow but steady as the Swede continued in aiding his breathing. An IV was quickly inserted to get the Brit much needed fluids and medicine.

When Ludwig went to put the small finger clamp on the Englishman's hand to monitor his vitals he froze. There on his third finger was a beautiful rose gold ring. The usually tough German felt his heart clench in pain. He had heard from his brother that Alfred was going to propose to the sandy blonde that night. What should have been one of the best nights of their lives was now turned into an unbelievable nightmare. A cold reminder that life was far too fragile.

Without really thinking about it, the cobalt eyed man removed the ring and slipped it securely into his breast pocket. Something so precious needed to be kept safe.

The ride to the ER was fast and Arthur had been swept into the hospital instantly. As soon as he knew that the Brit was in good hands Ludwig stepped outside and called his brother.

"Was ist das, West?" Gilbert sleepily asked from the other end of the call.

"Gil, it's Alfred and Arthur. There vas an accident," the German said simply as silence greeted him.

"Oh, Gott. Are they okay?" the albino finally said after several seconds of silence.

"I don't know. I just delivered Arthur to the ER and he vas hurt badly. Alfred vas in another truck," the cobalt eyed man explained.

"Ve'll be there in less than fifteen minutes," the line went dead as the Prussian disconnected. Ludwig sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was his job and he was use to seeing life at it's most fragile. Yet, all those prior events meant nothing now that his real life had met his work. He fisted his hands and growled in frustration. He really didn't need this reality check right now.

Fourteen and a half minutes later, Ludwig saw his brother and brother in-law rushing towards him. Matthew's gentle violet eyes were wide with fear and anguish. The Canadian ran to the German upon seeing him and grabbed his shirt front.

"Ludwig, where is Al? What happened? Oh maple! I can't lose either of them! Their my family!" the light blonde scream having become hysterical.

"Birdie, please calm down. They'll be all right," Gilbert said calmly as he extracted his husband from his brother's shirt and clutched him to his chest.

"A-Alfred. Arth-ur," the smaller man hiccuped as he buried his face into the larger man's chest.

Ludwig couldn't take it anymore. He could not stand to see people he cared about in such pain. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the ring.

"Bruder," the cobalt eyed man said softly drawing the albino's attention. "I took this from Arthur to keep it safe,"

The German opened his hand to reveal the rose gold ring. A sad grimace flashed across the Prussian's face before reaching out and taking the ring.

"Danke, bruder," Gilbert said gently as his ruby eyes glanced down at the sobbing man in his arms. "I need to get him in and find Al. I'll talk to you in a little while,"

Ludwig watched as his brother slowly led his weeping partner into the emergency room. Sighing in exhaustion, the German turned and went toward the parking lot. His shift was over and he was extremely happy to be going home to his own beloved husband.

Gilbert stood at the bedside of his long time friend. Arthur had made it through surgery and was now in the intensive care unit. He was in a coma, hooked up to a ventilator, and fighting for his life.

The Prussian's hand fisted around the ring he held and ruby eyes clenched shut in frustrated fury. Life was so unfair. Alfred and Arthur had never done anything to deserve this. So why? Why were they being made to suffer? Why was his Birdie made to suffer? Life was an icy bitch.

Taking a calming breath, the albino opened his eyes and unclenched his fist. Gently, he took Arthur's hand and slid the engagement ring onto his slim finger. He laid the hand back down, but left his own hand on top of it.

"Hey, Eyebrows," Gilbert said with the tiniest smirk. "You feel this veight on your finger? This is your reminder that there is someone here vaiting for you. I know right now you are in a lot of pain and it vould be so easy to give up,"

He paused as one of the machines began to make frantic beeping noises, but just as quickly quieted. The silver haired man couldn't help as a small smile crossed his face.

"I know you vould never give up. You are the most stubborn son of a bitch I know. So fight my friend. Fight so you can see that goofy American of yours, marry his dumbass, and then have little eyebrow monster kids," Gilbert said as he reached out and gently patted the Englishman's shoulder. "I'll see you vhen you vake up,"

AN: All right guys so I have a poll on my page for you guys to help me pick what I will write next. There are six options and I am allowing 2 votes per person. I'm gonna keep the poll open for 2-4 weeks. Depends on how quick I get through the promised fics & life doesn't mess me up. All right then until next tale my precious darlings!