A/N: Based off of Stitches from FernClaw. Sorry for not updating, but I'll hopefully update a little bit more now. Chapter is short, but I'm trying to update all my stories today, soo…To all reviewers, followers, favoriters, etcetera, uhm, tada?

Disclaimer: No.

Chapter One:

Hiroaki pounded through the hallways, holding the limp bundle in his arms. Occasionally Takuya stirred, but the boy seemed to be in a drugged haze. The man held back thoughts of ripping the bastards who did this to his sons, as he focused on the matter of his child's safety as he ran towards the paramedics.

Yuriko was picking up Shinya from school when her phone rang. The woman started as she fumbled for her purse.

"Hello? Who is this? What do you want?" Meanwhile, the brunette glanced around, looking for her –youngest- son, as she listened warily to the labored breathing. Finally, the person on the other end seemed to be calming down, just as Shinya arrived.

"Yuriko? Meet me at the hospital as soon as you can. Bring Shinya with you." Yuriko frowned. Hiroaki sounded tired, had he been hurt?

"Hiroaki, are you all right?"

"Fine, just shocked, I suppose. You have to come over here Yuriko. Takuya…Takuya's alive! Our Takuya, he didn't die after all." Hiroaki sounds giddy with relief and the phone drops from Yuriko's hands as she swerves sharply and turns onto the road that leads towards the hospital.

"Mom, where are we going?" Shinya is inquisitive, wondering why his mother changed direction so suddenly.

"Shinya, your brother is alive."

A/N: I know it's short, but today my goal is to update at least a little bit for all of my stories.