Recovering Chapter 4

Antonio was sitting next to Francis's bedside, waiting for him to wake up.
Eventually the man stirred.
"Amigo?"
Slowly the Frenchman opened his eyes.
"Où est ici?"
"The hospital, mi amigo."
Francis turned to look at him and winced.
"Pourquoi suis-je blessé?"
"You are hurt. You hit your head on the window and cracked it. They had to stitch it closed."
Francis struggled to reach a hand up to his head.
Noticing his difficulty, Antonio grabbed his wrist gently and guided his hand to the bandages.
"Ce qui est arrivé à mes cheveux?"
Antonio looked down.
"They had to shave it off to get to where you were hurt." Francis's eyes widened. "Do not worry!" Antonio hurried to say. "It will grow back and you will look your dashing self again in no time, amigo!"
Francis sighed and closed his eyes.
"Quel est le problème?"
"You were hit by a car." Francis looked confused. "Remember?"
He shook his head gingerly.
"Où est Angleterre? Où sont mes enfants?"
He wanted to know why they weren't with him.
Antonio stiffened.
"A-Alfred and Matthew are in another room. Matthew is still unconscious and Alfred is sitting with him. He's protecting his arm and something is obviously wrong with it but he won't let anyone look at it." Antonio smiled slightly. "He wants the doctors and nurses to focus on Matthew."
Francis tried to nod but stopped when a sharp pain rolled over him.
"Et Angleterre?"
Antonio shifted uncomfortably.
"O-Oh he's…sleeping…in another part of the hospital."
"Où est –il?!" he demanded.