So we were watching a movie about Clive Wearing in Psychology class, and I was inspired to do this.
Hiroki flipped his auburn hair out of his eyes, concentrating on the papers in front of him. About four dead red pens were lying next to him, and he was reaching for a fifth. The sad thing to Hiroki was that he was only halfway through the stack.
He jumped out of his chair when the phone rang, its shrill tone interrupting his thoughts on just how stupid his students were.
The assistant professor reached over and grabbed the phone.
"Hello, Kamijou Hiroki speaking."
"Kamijou-san? This is Masashi from the Tokyo Hospital. I'm afraid something has happened to Kusama-san, and you are listed as his emergency contact. Is it possible for you to come in?"
Hiroki clutched to the phone as if it were the only thing keeping him alive.
"W-what happened?"
The woman on the other end paused.
"It'll be easier to explain once you're here."
He nearly threw the phone back on the receiver and grabbed his coat, scattering papers everywhere.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The brown-eyed man burst into the emergency room, panting, out of breath from having run so far.
"Please… please… where is Nowaki…"
A nurse pulled him aside and let him catch his breath, a concerned look on her face.
"First, we need you to tell us something. Has Kusama-san had any really bad headaches recently?"
Hiroki thought back to a few days prior, when Nowaki was complaining about a headache. He had taken some aspirin, and they thought that would have been the end of it.
"Yes, a few days ago."
The worried look on the nurse's face grew more pronounced.
"You see, he collapsed earlier. When we took his temperature, he was at 105 degrees. His brain was literally killing itself from the heat. We cooled him down and got his temperature back to somewhat normal, but he's in a coma now."
Hiroki felt his blood freeze at the word 'coma'.
"A coma… but, do you know when he'll wake up?" The question was desperate, even Hiroki knew that. But he couldn't stop it from slipping past his lips.
"We don't know. I can show you to his room if you'd like."
The auburn-haired man nodded mutely, his lips pressed tightly together in a quickly-failing effort to hold his composure together.
The kind nurse led him to a room and quietly opened the door.
Hiroki felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at the giant of a man he called his lover, attached to the machines. A steady beeping recorded his heartbeat, and his chest was slowly rising and falling.
The assistant professor pulled a chair up next to Nowaki, and took his large hand in both of his smaller ones.
"Talk to him, it tends to help." The nurse suggested before she left the room.
And so began the months of monologues that would flow past Hiroki's lips. Words of love and regret, stories and rants about the day, nothing was left untouched.
But still, Nowaki would not wake up.
Seven Months Later
Hiroki was sleeping, his head pressed into the mattress of the hospital bed. His hands clung limply to Nowaki's, and he was snoring softly.
His head shot up when he felt the large hand twitch.
Hiroki held his breath as Nowaki opened blue, cloudy eyes.
But his heart dropped out of chest when the first words out of his mouth were:
"Where am I? And Hiro-san…" the face broke into a wide smile.
"This is the first time I've seen your face. It's beautiful."
There will be two more chapters. The next will better explain Nowaki's condition and what happened to him, and the third is an epilogue of sorts.
I hope you guys enjoy, I felt this case really fit the personality of both Nowaki and Hiroki.
If you know about the case, you will know basically what happens to them both.