Hi Guys! S-S here, long time no see :) After having a writing block for a while, I bring you a shiny new multi-chaptered Daiken for your entertainment. It is heavily inspired my House M.D. and will have many of the show's recurring themes intertwined with the personal lives of the patient and everyone around him. It is not a crossover and the head doctor is not an allegory for Dr House, it is simply of a similar format, trying to solve a perplexing illness. Just for clarification, second generation characters are around 26.

Chapter release is most definitely not planned (I'm not that organised) so I'm sorry if chapters are released at odd intervals.

Anywho, I digress. Sit back, relax and observe usual disclaimers (characters, canonic plot etc. are not mine)


Daisuke's POV

I snapped my eyes open and shot up. I quickly regretted this, as my stomach bubbled in annoyance at the sudden change in altitude. I had been threatening to vomit for days now, what with a constant fever and headache, though why my body decided the middle of the night would be the best time to do so was beyond me. Begrudgingly, I swung my legs over the side of my bed and put my hand on the mattress behind me, checking for any other presence. No Ken. Thank goodness he wasn't here; I had been really worrying my boyfriend recently with this cold. Same old Ken – a hypochondriac for everyone but himself.

We had a flat together not far from my parents' house – our 'love nest' as our friends called it teasingly. However it was currently being fumigated for roaches so we couldn't be there. This had its advantages however. Since we weren't in it, we didn't have to pay rent as the fumigation was ordered by the landlord. This meant that being off work due to illness meant the financial impact of not getting paid was not as bad. I worked as a video game designer, supporting Ken while he was in university studying for his doctorate in palaeontology. I'd like to say that this was a rather chivalrous thing of me to do, however I kind of always wanted to design video games, so it was just handy that I was the earner so I could keep up the rent.

I stumbled out of bed as another wave of nausea swept over me. Crashing out of the door with very little grace, I made my way down the hall, every step pounding through my body and rattling my pain riddled head. I passed Jun's room, which was occupied as she had recently come back from her backpacking tour of Europe. Reaching the toilet door I found the knob and swung it open. Breathing in deep breaths trying to ward off the inevitable retching, I reached for the pull cord for the light.

"Fuck!" I grimaced. Spilling throughout the room, the light permeated my senses sending a searing bolt of pain from the front to the back of my head. Taking a few moments to readjust, I made my way over the medicine cabinet and practically yanked the doors off. I clumsily dragged a bottle of aspirin and a glass out of the cabinet and thrust the glass under the tap. However, no sooner had the glass become full when my mouth started to salivate dangerously – a sure-fire sign that I was gonna vomit. This was the point of no return.

"Aw hell," I moaned as I dragged myself over to the toilet basin, head raging in protest. The bubbles rose up my oesophagus, screaming to get out; I begrudgingly obliged. With a horrible retching sound, the vomit made an equally more disgusting slapping sound against the toilet water. It took five retches to clear my stomach, and five more to convince my ignorant body of this. I reached blindly for the toilet roll to wipe my mouth and then closed the lid of the toilet to save the horrible sight that lay within. Slumping down on the seat, I made a face at the horrible taste now staining my mouth, the searing pain now residing in my throat and the horrible texture my teeth now had as they rubbed against each other. What was worse, the headache had not receded. In fact it had increased threefold in intensity.

Remembering the aspirin and the water, I moaned again as I heaved my useless lump of a body over to the basin. Fumbling with the bottle and the glass proved to be an infuriating task in such a disoriented state but I managed to swallow two, which luckily my stomach decided not to reject. Wishing to be relieved of the aforementioned oral displeasures, I downed the rest of the water in earnest. Also realising how hot I was (another thing that seemed not to have attenuated), I filled the sink with cold water, and plunged my head directly into it.

After a lifetime, I pulled my head out, drained the water and leant with both hands on the basin. With gasping breaths, I gathered up strength for the marathon back to my bedroom. Regardless of what I had thought before, a selfish thought crossed my mind. I really wanted Ken here. He'd be fussing and comforting and hugging, never caring whether he'd get sick too. I was half tempted to go and phone him, drag him out of his bed at his parents' house and pull him all the way back to Odaiba.

No. I couldn't. That would be terribly self-centred. Even though I hadn't been to University like Ken, I wasn't so ignorant as to not understand the massive importance of these final exams. I remember his other exams before his doctorate. They were important, yet they didn't even come close to these finals. It had been like 2 years ago, when both Takeru and Hikari had had their medicine finals and both qualified as doctors working for Jyou at Odaiba Central Hospital – they had started revising for their exams very early, in fact I don't think they came out of their flat for three months beforehand! Ken had been exactly the same, if not earlier. It was only this illness that broke his strict regime of revision.

I suddenly hoped, with a pang of guilt, that over the past few days I had not cost Ken those last few crucial days of preparation. Stupid bloody wonderful Ken, willing to sacrifice hours of crucial study just for little old me. Then again I'd do the same; that is if I ever studied! We were in fact pretty serious, as serious as a heart attack in fact. Not only did we live together but we had been boyfriends for over ten years, love as strong as ever and both extremely happy with our lives (well, except for this damn bug!). I suppose the best thing I could do for him right now was rest up and get better.

So, leaving the bathroom in nowhere near the state I found it, I lugged my weight down the long hallway and back to my bedroom, flicking the light on and slumping down on my bed with my head in my hands.

"Arghh!" I grunted angrily, kneading my eyeballs. Even after coming back to bed, my headache still wasn't going anywhere. Maybe it was time for a heavier painkiller, maybe some codeine, after all, desperate times. So, I stood up, and everything went black.

Jun's POV

I sighed and looked at the bright LED clock next to my bed: 03:14. After a long and wild night partying in London, I had slept on the plane. Getting off I had felt refreshed, only to register that it was late evening and everyone was winding down. To me it felt like it should be 3.14pm rather than am. I growled in annoyance deciding to give up the ghost and go watch some TV.

Padding over to the door, I quietly opened it and snuck out. The amount of diet cokes I had on the plane seemed to have decided to catch up with me, so I made a quick detour to the bathroom. I paused abruptly as I noticed the light was on but the door was ajar. Brow furrowed, I concentrated on any slight sounds coming from the bathroom. I heard nothing, so I pushed the door open cautiously.

The first thing to hit me was the rancid smell. I screwed up my nose in disgust and made my way over to the toilet.

"Oh yuck!" I exclaimed, dropping the toilet lid as fast as I lifted it. Poor Daisuke, I'd normally just call him a drama queen in the situations where he'd take to his bed for days, demanding to be waited on hand and foot. He wasn't a kid anymore however (though the childish glint in his eye had not diminished) and this illness seemed rather genuine. I flushed the toilet and thoroughly wiped over the seats before taking to the seat myself.

Noting the glass and aspirin on the side, I guessed Dai was having trouble sleeping too. I decided a night spent awake was best not spent alone. After flushing the toilet again and washing my hands, I put the stuff around the basin away and made my way out of the bathroom, turning off the light.

I turned towards Dai's room and noticed that the door was also ajar with light spilling out of it. I smiled and made my way down the hall. Reaching the door however, my smile faded. Odd sounds were coming from inside – light banging and thumping. Was Ken round? Surely even if my dopey brother was thick enough to be this obvious about sex, Ken wasn't, right? Suddenly slightly unsure and foreboding, I knocked lightly a few times and the door swung open ominously from the force of my knocks.

Suddenly, a wave of terror crashed over me. The sight before me was scary, horrifying even. I had never before felt so helpless. Daisuke was on the floor, his limbs wildly thrashing at odd angles, his whole body convulsing in a weird marionette-like fashion. His eyes were white slabs, his pupils rolled back into his head and his other facial attributes seemed as if they didn't quite know what to do. Silently vowing not to be as indecisive, I did the only logical thing I could think of:

"HELP! MUM, DAD PLEASE HELP!"

Without missing a beat, my parents had crashed down the hall and burst into the room within seconds. My mum gave a slight scream at the sight of her son having a severe seizure at her feet. She quickly rushed to his side and tried to steady him as my dad rushed for the phone and dialled 119 in a blind panic. I knelt down next to mum and tried to help her keep Dai still, with little success, as dad chattered away in the background.

"THE AMBULANCE IS ON THE WAY!" Dad's voice thundered through the apartment.

I turned to mum, looking at her with a worried expression, "So much for a stomach bug."


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