So the people have spoken! This'll be a multi-chapter story. I thought I'd write the last chapter with Tsuki's POV, that way it makes more sense than Roppi's.


My late shifts are never really late shifts, they shouldbe classified as early shift or all nighters. For a "late" shift I'd have to stay at the post office most of the night, organizing mail, chugging coffee, and around 5 or 6 delivering mail.

Most of the time it doesn't bother me, I like seeing the city when almost no one is around. The tall buildings standing amongst the sky and fog is priceless. Though what I could do without is seeing more the city then expected, I frequently get lost. Although for almost the whole night, I'm worrying about Roppi.

He has the bad habit of staying up at our small shared apartment waiting for me. Usually I'll find Roppi asleep on the couch with a book in his hand, or he'll get bored and start walking around the city, aimlessly. We've even bumped into one another at one point. He says it's calming, gives him time to think about things.

Roppi still refuses to tell me what he thinks about.

Luckily I got done earlier, not that much of mail, meaning I can head home and sleep. Since we don't live that far from the post office, it doesn't take me long to get home. Though a seemingly empty apartment is what I didn't expect.

"R-roppi?" I call out, my usual stammer making an appearance. I walk to the fridge when I don't get an answer, looking for a note saying he went for a walk. I check for one, despite the fact I made him promise that he'll stay home and sleep.

But no note hung up.

I tell my nerves to calm down. He's probably sleeping I repeat, over and over in my head. Roppi's always teases me I'm too much of a worrywart.

I walk over to our bedroom, stopping when I hear a squish. I stepped on something wet, and my sock is now colored red. I look down and stare at the floor in horror.

Blood.

Quickly, I open the bathroom and a variety of feelings wash over me at once. Roppi is sitting on the floor of the bathroom, resting by the bathtub, his sleeves rolled up to reveal a cut running up his arm.

I got down on my knees, not even paying attention to the stains it was making, my mind far from it. I racked my brain for what would be the right thing to do, I've only had to do this once before.

It was in college, Roppi and I were room mates. He had done this before, but I just ran to Shinra next store. What did he do? I hit my head trying to remember.

A pulse!

A franticly move, pressing my fingers to a spot on his neck, just under his jaw, hoping this is right. My eyes widen a little when I feel a faint throbbing. I close my eyes trying to thinks straight.

I grab gauze from under the sink and wrap up the cut. It's quick and sloppy, but it has to at least make it to Shinra's. It has to. I need it to.

I need him to.

I pick him up, being as careful as I can, holding him like a child. He moves, mumbling something I can't hear.

"R-roppi, it's o-okay. It will be, I-I promise." that's the only thing I can think of it say. His eyebrows scrunch together, and he moves slightly again. This makes me move faster.

Slowly I stand up, concerned on how light he is. Has Roppi always been so easy to carry? I go over to where my shoes are, ignoring the feeling of my red soaked socks as I put on my shoes.

The whole way to Shinra's I run, slowing down only to make sure Roppi is still okay. Giving him kisses on the side of his face I can reach. I know if he were more conscious, he'd be complaining about it, but it makes me feel better. Feeling his warmth and the fact that he still is warm.

Halfway I feel him weakly grab onto the back of my vest. I ran faster, thanking the fact that it's still early and no one is on the streets. Then I feel him relax and it scares me.

"R-roppi, you can't..." my whimper dies down, I don't want to think about it, so I hold him tighter. Roppi lifts his head a centimeter of my shoulder, before it drops back down. Please be okay.

Please.

At Shinra's I knock once and he opens the door. The moment he see's Roppi he goes into a doctor mode. Shinra shows me to a room that's set up for patients. He doesn't question me, or what happened to Roppi. He probably already guessed. I'm glad he didn't ask too, I wouldn't know how to answer him.

After I put Roppi on the medical bed, Shinra takes a flashlight out of his pocket. He opens Roppi's eye and flashes it in his eye. We see it constrict, and follow Shinra's movement when he makes sure Roppi is still conscious.

Shinra sighs of relief when he finds out Roppi is still alive, but we both know he won't stay that way if we just stand here. Shinra orders Celty to get some blood bags, so he can replace the already lost blood.

The headless woman comes back in with everything Shinra needs. The underground doctor hooks everything up to Roppi. I watch with tearful eyes, noticing for the first time I've been crying. I can only brush his hair out of his face for a second or two before Celty pushes me out the room, shoving her phone in my face.

[Tsuki, you shouldn't be in here. Wait outside.] before I can protest, the door is shut in my face. I feel useless. There's nothing I can do, it's all about what Shinra and Celty can do for Roppi.

I'm useless.

VVVVVVVVVV

I don't know how long I've been sitting on their couch, crying over Roppi, when Celty sits next to me. She shows me her phone, telling me Roppi is stable but needs rest.

I feel my heart slow down, I can breath again.

"C-can I see him?" I ask quietly, my eyes begging. She types a yes, and I get up. I'm excited to see that Roppi will be alright. When I get to the door of the patient room, it opens, Shinra stepping out.

"He's sleeping, and you need to let him. But Roppi's going to do just fine, Tsuki. He just lost a lot of blood." Shinra says trying to make me feel better. I nod fast, I just want to see him. I need this reassurance.

Shinra moves out of my way and let's me see him. Roppi is laying on the bed, peacefully sleeping despite the wires attached to him. I close the door before walking up to the bed, pulling a chair as close as possible. I grab Roppi's hand. He's okay.

Roppi's okay.


I'm not too sure how I feel about I wrote Tsuki, he seems OOC. If he is tell me how I can improve, though this'll probably be more in Roppi's POV.

I hope you guys liked this! Please review :}