So I decided that I will post a second chapter. I have no doubt that over half of you don't read this little fore-word, but if you do, thanks for the reviews and ect.

I would like your opinion (as I usually do ), but - should I write in first or third person? I understand that I do switch like mid-story. (My apologies if that got like OCD in you. Sorry! Lol)

And, what are some other fics you'd like me to write? Not necessarily DNA/AOD, but various other anime series, books, and whatever else.

THIS CHAPTER IS PROBABLY SHORT AND FLUFFY, WHO KNOWS. I basically just wing it on all my stories and chapters and whatnot, so I don't even know where anything is going. (Which is sorta a good thing - means you can control the progress.)

Chapter 2 - Gaining Ground

Furuya

I stared worriedly over at Sawamura. The doctor had ordered him to stay in the hospital for two more weeks, just so they could monitor his vitals and make sure nothing was going on with the blood transfusion and all this other stuff using doctor-words neither he nor I understood the half of, though Haruichi was nodding, his hair still covering his eyes.

While Sawamura didn't understand the reason behind it, at least not the details, he did know that it meant he wouldn't be allowed to walk around freely until he left.

When I'd asked the doctor why one week wasn't long enough, all I'd gotten in response was a sad smile, before he'd started talking. "We need to observe his behavior to make sure he doesn't hurt himself before his body has time to recover. It will also give us a clue to whether he is still having suicidal thoughts, whether or not he might try this again."

I, at the time, could only stand there, shocked. He wasn't okay? He might try it again? He has me, right? I promised.

I remember peeking in the room. Sawamura was asleep, and our teammates had already left. He was restless, his hand clenched beside him, tears streaming quietly down his face, a heartbreaking expression on his face. I had immediatly went over and gripped his hand.

As soon as I did, his face smoothed out, and he relaxed onto the bed. Even as that occurred, his hand gripped mine in a death grip, to a point that his knuckles were white.

It made my chest hurt.

I could only hope that, over time, he could get better. That I could make him better.

But... I didn't know how to heal anyone. I hadn't exactly come from a warm place.

Sawamura

I can't remember when the nightmares started. I think it was shortly after I woke up.

They all consisted of roughly the same thing - there was a never ending darkness, and I was in the middle.

My friends, past and present, old and new, surrounded me. Everyone was smiling, laughing. And then, suddenly, their smiles turned to sneers. Instead of laughing with me, they were laughing at me.

It hurt.

Hurt more than cutting ever did. Though, I guess that was an unfair comparison. Cutting had always been a nice feeling, for me at least.

They all turned away from me, walking into the black surrounding me. I tryed to run after them, but my feet were locked to the ground. As much as I struggled, I couldn't move, not even a finger.

And then the freezing cold would come. It would wash over me, like a wave in the ocean, dragging me under and tossing me about.

It terrified me, and I forgot how to breathe, and even when I remembered, I couldn't - the darkness had stolen the air I needed to live.

And then I would see, out of the corner of my eye, Furuya. He would stand there, silently. He never laughed, or sneered. He just stood there. And watched. That was... It hurt on a deeper level, one that words couldn't begin to describe.

And I'd drown.

I never got any sleep. No real sleep, anyways.

But sometimes, during the dream, a warmth would settle over me, and the dream would be illuminated by light, the heat calming my racing heart, returning the air to me.

I always knew it was Furuya. He constantly reminded me of his - our - promise.

i was insecure. I hated it. I wanted to be... To just be me. No mask, no hiding, no fear.

But I wondered if that was too much to ask.

Furuya

I wish I could read Sawamura's thoughts. It was the last day before he could be released. I insisted on staying with him, as I knew about his nightmares.

It scared me, that the happy, yet quiet Sawamura we all found him to be could be reduced to a terrified, tearful mess in just a few minutes of sleep.

I'd even requested that Sawamura be allowed to switch dorms. Of course, it didn't work, but we had permission for an 'extended sleepover.' Which, of course, was better than we could've gotten.

Either way, I knew I could help Sawamura... After all... I'd promised. It didn't matter... There was absolutely no discussion - I would never abandon Eijun.

If we fell for each other... All the better, right? I'd already tripped in the first place. Now it's a matter of falling or catching myself.

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