When it came to acting, for Sora, there wasnt much thinking involved.
For example, when he saw someonea boy, a boy he thought hed seen before, but wasnt really surestanding on a window sill about seven stories elevated, his silver hair blowing around his face and his eyes determined, but glazed over and lost, he didnt spend any time wondering who the boy was, or why he was doing it, he plainly ran, and that was that.
The pain was sweltering, and had no defined point, but it basically swallowed Sora whole, so that he didnt remember screaming, and his entire vision was a deep crimson color that was slowly fading to black.
But, the body atop his was breathing hard, and was very, very much aliveand furious.
In Soras mind, no time had passed between the incident with the boy in the window and that moment when he came to, finding his family surrounding him.
Wha-? Sora wondered aloud, all the pain from earlier gone and forgotten; at that point, everything was put to the side but that exact moment, because that was how Sora chose to live. Hed act without thinking, live in the moment, and then, when he was alone, hed think back to whatever was dynamic, and hed wonder if the situation had been different, if he wouldve done the same thing twice.
Most of the time, the answer was no, but at that moment, the point was moot.
Nobody would meet his eyes. His family looked to be on the verge of tears as a whole, and he could feel certain things, in the back of his mind, that werent exactly coming from him. And Roxashis twin brother, and his mirror image other halfwas worrying his lip until it bled crimson.
Whats going on? Sora questioned softly, his eyes wide, lost and afraid.
Soras mother cried and Soras father took a deep breath, Soras older brother Cloud made a point of staring at one spot on the wall for a very long time, making Soras breathing hitch.
The doctor, although hed earlier informed Soras relatives that hed wait until they were done, took that moment to walk in, a somber look in his dull hazel eyes and his silver hair pulled back into a ponytail that was loose and close to falling out, and failed in its one duty of holding back the mans hair.
Sora, when Riku landed on you, he caused a massive amount of damage to the lower part of your spinal cord, and paralyzed your legs.
It wasnt the information that shocked Sorain fact, he had no comment, sarcastic or otherwise, to the verity that he wouldnt be able to move his legs. His eyes went wide, and mouth dropped open ever so slightly, but it wasnt because he couldnt walk.
Riku?
He knew that name.
Roxas deadpanned.
His parents simultaneously stood and walked out of the room.
Cloud rolled his eyes.
Sora was and always would be something else.
Yes, Riku Wataya, the doctor replied, and left it at that, walking out, most likely to speak with Soras parents.
Sora yawned, a smile still playing on his lips, and he attempted, to no avail, to turn onto his stomach. His lips twitched downward, and that was when the news sunk in.
Roxy, he whispered, leaning forward on his elbow, just slightly, for the first time getting a reaction from his twin. The blonde frowned as well, eyebrows furrowing, and he turned further away from Sora, shaking his head and then shrugging in response to an unspoken question.
Sora fell back against his pillow, and looked up at the ceiling.
~OYS~

Even though Sora wasnt alone, he still just let go of reality and thought.
Roxas was curled against his side, his breathing ever so slightly uneven and he clutched at Sora like the boy would disappear, because when he woke up that morning, he never thought that something bad would happen, something like this.
Sora, unlike Roxas, he just thought about anything that came to mind, which actually made sense if you didnt think about it too much.
Even though he got the worst possible end of the stick, he was glad Riku was okay, and wanted to go see him in person.
Sora wanted to know why.
Roxas Sora trailed off, biting his lip. This was the sixth time hed wished he could fidget around, because staying in one place on a hospital bed was not at all comfortable. Staying in one place in general wasnt comfortable.
Hmm? Roxas murmured, looking up at his twin with rimmed red eyes.
Why do you think he did it?
Roxas cocked up an eyebrow and rolled his eyes, because the question was blatantly Sora-like.
I dont know, I dont exactly plan to jump out of a window anytime soon, so Roxas deadpanned and sighed, a weary look in his eyes.
Why would someone just want todie? I dont get it, Sora muttered.
You should worry more about yourself, Sora. Your legs are temporarily paralyzed and youre wondering why some guy you dont even know jumped out a window.
I think this happened for a reason though Rox.
The reason is that you dont worry about yourself, Sor, Roxas repeated.
Roxas Sora sighed, but not in exasperation or anything. It was just a sigh, a sigh that said if I worried about myself, I wouldnt be able to worry about other people as well.
I dont know if I can lift you, fat ass, Roxas mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut.
Im not fat, he snorted and pouted out his bottom lip.
I know, but I dont think I can lift you, Roxas deadpanned.
Go get Cloud then, please. I need to see Riku.
Sora, Roxas warned, frowning slightly.
Please, Sora whined desperately.
Why do you need to see Riku so bad anyway? Roxas hissed.
I need to find out who he is, Sora whispered.
Roxas obliged.
~OYS~

To Sora, things didnt really make sense. But, to Sora, the thing that made the least sense was Sora.
Rolling in a wheel chair was hard, because Sora didnt really know how to steer and he was getting frustrated, and Roxas didnt come with because it was Soras problem.
Sora wondered what issue Roxas had with Riku, because Roxas behavior was very un-Roxas-like.
Rikus room was only down the hall, on the opposite side.
Getting through the door was a challenge, but not as bad as getting down the hall in the first place, and Riku didnt even acknowledge him when he entered.
Soras mind went blank. Sora wheeled himself forward, slowly, as though not to disturb the silence that was thick and silky in the room. But the wheels of Soras chair squeaked at every movement, and he abandoned that plan without a second thought.
Riku Wataya?
Sora made it to the edge of the bed.
Riku lied there wordlessly staring at one seemingly important spot on the wall, his hands wrapped around his stomach; he had no shirt on, and Sora could only wonder why. There was nothing in the room, besides a discarded hospital gown in the corner the color of pukea repulsive green that was a disgrace to anything green in the world.
Rikus hair was in his face.
Sora panted very softly, because he hadnt realized how hard it was to use a wheelchair and it really bothered him, but he discarded the thought in one of the messy piles of mental notes in his head to probably be discarded again later for something more vibrant and interesting.
Riku seemed pretty much unharmed by the massive jump he took earlier.
That disturbed Sora as well.
Riku, Sora said again, his voice coming out confident enough, even though for some reason his stomach was tying itself in knots and his breathing was still subtly labored.
That spot on the wall was almost too interesting to Riku.
What are you doing?
Sora eyes went wide; he sucked in a breath, and looked uncannily like a dear in headlights, seconds from unchangeable doom.
Riku looked up. Sora tried really hard to turn his head to face the door, but finally settled on rotating the chair, which took much longer than it should have.
The man in the doorway was Soras doctor, and he was frowning at them both like hed caught them doing something that was generally unacceptable, regardless of whether or not they were alone, or anything else that would make the situation different.
I-I just
The guy softened slight, and turned his gaze towards Riku, flicking his wrist and making a few motions with his hands.
Riku just shrugged, face an unwavering kind of vacant.
Sora stared at them questionably.
The doctor smirked slightly, and began to spew some form or another of medical gibberish, which lasted all of three minutes, before he just said, Riku has issues with his hearing.
Sora responded with a comprehending, Oh.
The doctor walked out, without another word.
I can hear better than he likes people to believe, Riku sighed, nudging Soras chair with his foot, slowly turning him to face the bed.
He didnt come off to Sora as weird or off in anyway, and not really openly distraught either. So, he wondered some more.
Riku was facing that spot on the wall again, and his posture hadnt changed, and his eyes were still covered by shiny silver bangs, although they looked closer to ashen in the fluorescent lights of the hospital.
Riku was skinny, in that way that skinny can also be extremely toned and muscular, and he was tan, tanner than Sora had ever been even though he lived on an island.
Sora had forgotten why he came to Rikus room in the first place. Maybe just to see with his own eyes that hed actually saved the suicidal boy, or maybe it was just blatant curiosity.
He wasnt sure.
Riku, he said, quietly, and turned his gaze to a spot on the opposite wall, just beyond Rikus head.
Riku never replied, and for some reason, Sora was smiling.
Riku, the door slammed open once again.
Does no one believe in saying hello anymore? Riku shouted, gritting his teeth and scowling at the girl at the door, his hair flying around and settling out of his eyes for just a second.
Rikus eyes were very, very blue, but they were green too, and not like the abandoned hospital gown kind of green; green like the ocean, and the grass, and that one necklace his mom always wore and scolded him for messing with.
Just as quickly, Riku murmured, Sorry, and just as quickly, Riku turned his gaze back to the wall.
The girl sniffled, very subtly, but spoke loudly and clearly and it made Riku wince and his hair fell back into his face.
Riks, can I talk to your friend, really quick?
Wow, a real sentence, Riku mumbled back.
Dumbass, the girl muttered, and walked behind Sora to push his wheelchair gently out the door.
When she wasnt around Riku, the girl came off differently. She didnt have the same sympathetic, sad air about her.
Her hair was shiny silver, like Rikus, and fell over one of her eyes. The other one was a creepy kind of crimson that Sora doubted was natural.
She leaned against a wall, took a deep breath, and bit on her lip, as though preparing for a big speech.
Youre the kid right?
The kid? Sora tilted his head, so that his eyes caught the light, and they glinted a pretty blue that was similar to the sky.
Yousaved Riku.
I...I guess, Sora stammered, a little taken aback with little reason for reacting like that.
She stared at him for a long moment, with her eerie single scarlet eye and her lip between her teeth, and then she made her point clear, in as few words as possible.
Look out for him.
And she walked off.
And Sora didn't have the chance, nor the energy to go after her.