Second chapter!! Enjoy! :D
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He heard a soft beeping pulsing next to him. He slowly opened his eyes, but shut them instantly. The room was a blinding white. He could feel soft air going into his nose. He lifted his hand to his face. His stomach jumped when he felt the mask. He opened his eyes again, and was thankful he could finally see. He realized he was wearing an oxygen mask, and the beeping was coming from the machine to his right. He lifted his left arm and cringed slightly from the small, stinging sensation that came from his wrist. He noticed he had an I.V. line. He followed the line up to the clear bag full of liquid that looked like water, but had to be some other substance running through his veins. He grabbed the tubing, and twisted it between his fingers. He squeezed and waited. A surge of pain ran through him and he gasped. He let go of the tube and collapsed back onto his pillow. He relaxed a bit once the medication was running through his veins again. He looked up on the bag. Morphine. He turned his face into his pillow. " They really beat the shit out of me this time," he whispered to the pillow.
" They sure did."
He sat up, startled. A tall figure stood in the door frame. He scanned him from head to toe. He was blonde with dark, brown eyes. His face showed a hint of worry. He walked in and sat in the chair next to his bed. " You ok, kid?" he asked, his eyes drifting from his bruised arms to his eyes. For a moment, he was lost in the other boy's eyes. Something about those eyes made his heart skip a beat. The blonde waved a hand in front of his face. " Hey, ya in there?" He smiled, and his heart stopped. He had an amazing smile. All he could get out was a small " uhh". The blonde laughed, sending shivers up his spine. " What's your name, kid?" he asked, leaning his elbow on the bed. He removed the oxygen mask, never taking his eyes off the other boy's face." Y-Yami," he stammered. " Well, Y-Yami, I'm Joey," he said, laughing at his own little joke. Yami smiled slightly. But Joey became serious so suddenly, Yami didn't even notice.
" Why did those punks do this to you?" he asked, the tone in his voice causing Yami's smile to disappear instantly.
He looked down at his hands. " I made a mistake," he said, almost inaudibly.
Joey leaned in slightly. " What?"
" I made a mistake!" he said, closing his eyes tight and clutching the bed sheet in his fists. Joey paused for a bit, taking in Yami's state. He tried to get Yami to look him in the eye, but he turned his face away.
" What are you talking about?" Joey asked finally, trying to look at Yami's face.
Tears slowly streamed down his face. " I made a very, very big mistake," he choked out, sobs threatening to break from him. " I was… was just…" He broke down. His sobs caused his body to tremor, and he began gasping for air. Joey placed his hand on Yami's. Yami looked at Joey's hand, then slowly looked up at his face. " It's alright," he said, patting his hand. " I know you don't know me, so I understand why you don't want to tell me."
He stood, and Yami's eyes followed him. " I gotta go," he said, turning. He was about to walk out of the room, when a hand was closed around his wrist.
" Will… will you come back?"
He turned his head. Yami was standing, well, wobbling, really, behind him. He had his eyes down, looking at the floor, new tears welling in his eyes. " I don't know," he shrugged, pulling his wrist free from Yami's grip. Yami looked up at him, his shoulders drooping slightly. He was trying to hide his sadness, but was having trouble doing so. He wanted him to come back. He wanted that desperately. No one had ever helped him in the way Joey did. Now all he could do was watch helplessly as his hero was about to walk out of his life.
Joey smiled slightly at him, but turned. " I'll see ya around, Yami."
He walked down the hall, and disappeared in Yami's blurring vision. Yami climbed back into his hospital bed, turned his face into his pillow, and cried himself into an uncomfortable sleep.
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Joey's stomach was doing back flips. He had wanted to know what gave those damn idiots the right to do such a thing. But he wasn't going to pry. He felt at ease with himself that at least he helped the poor kid. But he was annoyed that he wouldn't tell him what he so desperately wanted to know. What the hell did Yami do? Joey stopped outside his house. He looked up at the front door, and sighed. " I don't think I'm gonna go back," he said up at the clouds above him, " I don't need this…"
He went into his house, up the stairs to his room, and collapsed on his bed. " I don't fucking need this…"
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Ok, to be continued! Review and tell me if its good! X3
