*beep*…*beep*…*beep*…

"He's been gone for a long time…how much longer do you think he'll be out?" said a voice slightly muffled.

"Who knows," said another, slightly clearer. "Some people never wake up. All we can do is hope for the best."

What are they talking about? thought Shizuo. Who's gone?

Shizuo felt groggy, he didn't even want to open his eyes. He also felt something he never felt before. Weak. Weakness was foreign to him, being the strongest person he ever met for as long as he could remember. Well, there were a few who could keep up with him, but still.

*beep*…*beep*…*beep*…

What is that annoying beeping noise? he thought irritated. Then he realized it was a heart rate monitor. Why is one of those here? What happened? He couldn't remember anything that could had happened.

The two voices from before continued talking. They sounded slightly familiar, but in his current state, couldn't place them.

Reluctantly, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the light. The room he was in was dim, but he recognized it as a hospital room, having being in them many times as a child. Looking around he found the two people talking standing to the right of the bed he was laying in. The one closest to him was wearing a white doctor's lab coat. He recognized him right away. It was Shinra, the weirdo doctor he was somehow friends with. Shizuo's eyes hadn't fully adjust to the light and couldn't make out the other figure yet.

He noticed there was something on his face. Glancing down he saw it was a breathing mask. The hell happen that I would need this? He wondered. He went to move his arm so he could take the thing off, but found it to be sore. Really sore. So he moved his arm slowly. Once he reached the mask he pulled it down and away from his face, and said, "What's going on?" Or rather, he would had said that, but all that came out was a horse whisper. He frowned and tried clearing his throat, the sound of which grabbed his companions attention.

Shinra, who was in the middle of a sentence, turned around and looked at Shizuo in disbelief. "Oh my goodness, you're awake! This is great news," he said with a smile. "I had honestly began to lose hope, but here you are." He bent down closer to Shizuo, "How are you feeling?"

"Like crap," Shizuo tried to say, but again his voice was horse.

"I see you've lost your voice. Well, that's no good, though expected. You've been out for a long time." He turned to the other guest, "Could you go get some water please?" The other guest simply nodded and left, seeming too stunned to talk.

Shinra turned back to Shizuo. "You know, you really had us all worried. After your accident, things got really quiet….ah, here's your water!" Company number two had returned. Shinra took the water from him, and then returned to Shizuo. He put his free hand behind his head and lifted him slightly and helped him to drink slowly. The water was rough going down but it helped.

When they were done Shinra put down the cup and Shizuo cleared his throat again. "So, lets try this again," started Shinra. "How are you feeling?"

"Like crap," Shizuo finally managed to say.

Shinra laughed at this, "Yes, I suppose you would. You have been in a coma for about a year now."

"WHAT!?" yelled Shizuo in shock making them jump. "What do you mean for a year? A coma? No way!"

"It's true," said Shinra matter of factly. "Everyone thought you were a goner. You did get hit pretty hard by that truck."

"…Truck?" Shizuo brain took a moment to process this. "I was hit by a truck and put into a coma for a year?….by a truck?" Shizuo couldn't believe what he was hearing. He's been hit by trucks at least twice and it never knocked him out. Only disoriented him for a moment. "You're shitting me, right?"

"Nope; I kid you not!" Shinra had no idea why he didn't believe him. "You're just lucky Izaya was there, since on one else was around, and the driver pulled a hit and run."

Shizuo tried sitting up. "Uh, huh…wait! Izaya!? Why was he there?"

Shinra pushed him back down. "I think he said he was looking for you. Doesn't matter though. You need to rest."

"Why would he call for help for me?" He struggled against Shinra. But couldn't sit up. How weird.

"Why wouldn't he?" asked Shinra confused and a little worried.

Shizuo looked at him like he was crazy, "This is Izaya were talking about. He'd never do anything like that! He hates me just as I hate him!" Shinra was shocked, and was about to speak when the other guest decided to speak up.

"You know I'm standing right here?" It was Izaya. "And I'm quite shock at what I'm hearing from you." He moved closer. He had a look of both shock and disgust. Expressions Shizuo had never seen on him before. "I honestly had no idea you felt that way…"

"Don't give me that shit, you damn flea! And what the hell are you doing here?"

Shinra decided to step in, "Now now, Shizuo, don't be like that. It wasn't his fault you got hit. Besides, he's your friend. I don't know why you think he hates you."

"The impact must have scrambled the idiot's brain…," Izaya mumbled.

"Watch you you're calling an idiot!" They glared at each other for seemed to be ages. Shinra sighed, wondering what he was going to do about these two.

The longer Shizuo glared at Izaya, the more he noticed something. Izaya's eyes looked all red and puffy. Had he been crying? He realized that was another thing he never saw Izaya do. Cry. The thought made Shizuo's expression soften and forget his anger. Maybe this was some weird dream, or maybe…..was it possible that his hatred for Izaya and everything crazy that happened, just a coma induced dream? He felt weak and sore, like a normal person…maybe this was real life. But everything else felt so real. Shizuo rubbed his face, "I just don't get it…"