Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. It is owned by Maki Murakami.

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The steady beat beat of a heart rate monitor filled the small white room. It contained nothing more than a heart rate monitor on a cart, a tall stand that held up the IV bag of clear liquid that eased the pain of the patient, and a bed with stainless white bed sheets and blankets. Beside the bed was one chair that a visitor could sit in.

The bed contained a body and it was not a pretty sight. The body was bandaged from the elbows down to its fingertips. In the bandages there was a small slit for a tube and needle to reach a blood vein to deliver the much need pain killer. The body was currently unconscious. Its face was pale and gray from weeks without sunlight. Its eyes were closed and as a whole, the body was expressionless. The one thing that was odd about the body was that it was different. The body on top of its head had bright pink hair. The person had a name and his name was Shuichi Shindou.

A nurse walked into the room soundlessly to check up on Shuichi. She took his temperature and checked his bandages. Just as she was about to leave the room, Shuichi moaned. She quickly went back to the bedside.

"Shindou-san. Are you awake?" The nurse asked. She had been Shuichi's nurse for the past two weeks and there was another nurse before her.

"Yuki..." Shuichi moaned with his eyes shut. The heart rate monitor responded with more frequent beats.

"Shindou-san." The nurse said.

"Yuki? Is that you?" He struggled to opened his eyes against the lighting. He tried to lift his arm to touch the person in front of him, to touch Eiri Yuki, his lover but more importantly his husband. Shuichi and Yuki had gotten married three years ago. Yuki stopped being mean, for the most part, and told Shuichi that he loved him. Everything was perfect, but then if everything was perfect why wasn't Yuki at his side?

"No, Shindou-san. My name is Haruka Sato--" The nurse said gently.

"I don't care! Where's my Yuki? YUKI!" Shuichi yelled. He tried to lift his arms again, but they felt like lead. It was impossible to lift or even wiggle his fingers. Shuichi blinked off his tiredness and looked at the shocked young woman. She had long, straight, black hair that surround a delicate face. Haruka Sato wore a simple blue nurses outfit and stood there simply as Shuichi surveyed her.

She knows where Yuki is. My Yuki. Shuichi thought. He wanted Yuki next to him not this woman.

"Where's Yuki?" Shuichi demanded. His voice was at a shout and no doubt that everyone in the hospital could hear him.

"Shindou-san, please calm down--"

"No, I want Yuki!"

"Shindou--"

Shuichi didn't just keep it at screaming anymore. Though he couldn't move his arms he used his feet and kicked the nurse to the ground. The nurse gasped in surprise and Shuichi got up. His hospital gown was plaid white and baby blue and didn't have a back. His arms hung loosely at his sides. Shuichi thought about where to first look for Yuki. The apartment stuck firmly in his mind and he just imagined his beloved Yuki in his study typing his life away at his current novel. Shuichi headed for the door and stopped only as he felt a needle go into his arm. The drugs from the syringe entered his bloodstream and worked fast. Before he knew what was happening, Shuichi blacked out.

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"Sato-san, are you alright?" A voice asked. It was a female's voice.

"Yes Arima-sensai, but now I can see why the nurse before me left." Said another voice that sounded familiar.

"But Shindou-san wasn't awake when Niwa-san was his nurse." The first voice said.

"Still she was smart enough to leave. Shindou might be a great musician and popular all across Japan, but Shindou-san is crazy." The second voice said.

"It's only because of what happened to Eiri Yuki-san--"

"Yuki..." Shuichi moaned as he opened his eyes. He had listened to the doctor and nurse's conversation with interest. They thought he was crazy course everyone did when they first met him; Shuichi just took some time to get used to. "Where's Yuki?" He felt like jumping out of bed but couldn't. His body had too much drugs to make him forget the pain but also to make him tired and unable to get up out of bed again.

"Y-Yuki-san." The small figure of the nurse from earlier stood in front of Shuichi. "Yuki-san.." she repeated in small voice. She did not like to be the deliverer of bad news.

"Yuki-san isn't here." The doctor interrupted. She was in her her thirties and had shoulder length red hair with amber eyes. "Good evening, Shindou-san. My name is Yukino--"

"Yuki?" Shuichi said as his ears perked up.

"No. My name is Yukino Arima and I will--"

"Where's Yuki?" Shuichi demanded. His head pounded as he raised his voice.

"Yuki isn't here like I said. Shindou-san, you're wrists are--"

"I don't care about my wrists!" Shuichi yelled. Even though he wondered why his arms felt like brick. Yuki was a bigger concern and first the nurse avoided the issue and now this doctor who practically had the same name as Yuki wouldn't tell him either. "I want Yuki here!"

"Shindou-san, I must ask you to call down." The doctor said. Her voice was forceful and Shuichi listened to the prefect stranger. "Eiri Yuki is not your prime concern. It is for your well being and get back to good health." Shuichi opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. If they were not going to give him the whereabouts of his precious Yuki then he would take the matter into his own hands later.

Shuichi was cooperative throughout Yukino Arima's examination on his condition. She didn't say anything else about Yuki nor about what had happened to his wrists. Shuichi was in one frame of mind which was to find Yuki at all costs. Eventually Arima and Sato left Shuichi for the night tell him that if he needed anything then he could call someone to come via a button near his head that he could press by rolling over ever so slightly.

Shuichi waited half hour after the doctor and nurse left before he started his plan. He used all his strength to pull himself out of bed and to fight off the drugs that kept him tired. He managed to hook his arm on the cold metal stand that held up his IV. Shuichi rolled it over to the door and checked to see if the coast was clear, it was. He moved down the hallway as quickly as he could without causing too much attention to himself.

He past the nurses desk and glanced at the newspaper that laid on the desk tempting him more than reading had ever had before. It was opened to the entertainment section and on the cover had a big picture of himself and Yuki.

"Shindou-san what are you doing out here?" The nurse, who was suppose to be at the desk the whole time, asked as she came back from the back room where there was a vending machine. Shuichi was just about to read the article about him and Yuki as the nurse walked to his side. Shuichi glanced up at the nurse as he head felt like it was going to explode from his suddenly splitting headache. "Let's get you back to your room." She led him to his room and set him up. Before she left though, she inserted a syringe into his arm which made him immediately go to sleep.

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The next day around noon, Shuichi woke up once again. He moaned at remembering his failed mission. He failed to escape and find Yuki. Also, he hadn't even had the chance to read the article in the paper. Shuichi turned his head to the visitor chair, hoping that there was a slight chance that Yuki would be sitting there. Shuichi didn't care if Yuki was a total asshole again, he just wanted Yuki near.

But in the visitor chair resided, not Yuki, but Shuichi's best friend Hiro. Hiro looked the same as he always did. He was the air of calmness about him and looked serious bored as Shuichi woke up. Shuichi brightened at the sight of his best friend.

"Hiro!" Shuichi yelled happily from the bed. His drugs were the only thing keeping him in one place.

"Yeah it's good to see you too Shuichi." Hiro said. Hiro looked worried as Shuichi stared at him as if he really didn't want to be there.

"Hiro I have a question!" Shuichi said. Hiro's heart sank. He knew what Shuichi was going to ask but he didn't want to be the one to tell him. Before Hiro could stop him, Shuichi started talking again. "Hiro, where's Yuki?" Hiro gulped and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before looking at Shuichi again. Shuichi feeling of happiness of seeing Hiro and someone he knew would answer his question faded away. "Hiro?" Shuichi asked in a small voice.

"Shuichi, Yuki—Yuki's..." Hiro stuttered. This was out of character of Hiro, but he couldn't stop himself. Shuichi's look of his face was unbearable.

"Hiro what happened?" Shuichi asked. He needed to know what happened to Yuki. What had happened?

"Shuichi, Yuki's—Yuki's dead." Hiro said. Shuichi froze. "Shuichi, Yuki died." Hiro said. Shuichi looked at Hiro with mixed feelings. Shuichi convulsed at the bit of information. As he did so, his IV stand came crashing down to the ground with a giant clang. Hiro did his best to try to restrain Shuichi's movements. Shuichi looked up with revulsion at the sight of his best friend. Why had his best friend delivered news that couldn't be true? It could not be true, Yuki could not be dead...

Shuichi did the first thing that he could think of. He wanted to hurt Hiro for telling him lies. Hiro held down Shuichi's legs, as his arms were of no use. Shuichi reared up his head and bit down, hard, on one of Hiro's arms. Hiro cried out in surprise and let go of Shuichi. At the same time, three doctors ran into the room. Shuichi's attention was on Hiro and Shuichi only shifted his attention as he felt a couple needles enter his body once again forcing him into the dreaded, dreamless sleep.

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