Okay so now we are on chapter two. Yay! And this time I didn't write it when I was half-asleep. Bigger yay!

I don't own gravitation

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I opened my eyes, only to shut them tightly. Who would have thought that opening your eyes would be so painful? I tried to open my eyes again /slowly/ inching them open until I could see. The first thing I saw was plain white. Maybe my eyes really were screwed up.

I heard voices I the background, but paid no heed to them. I tried moving my arm, only to find cords wrapped around it. The blip of monitors reached my ears, and suddenly I had a good idea of where I was. There was no doubt about it, I was in hell.

I tried sitting up, surprised when I could not raise my body from the hospital bed. Then I tried sitting up quickly, not one of my brightest ideas. It is not that I could not get up, I did that just fine. The problem was that as soon as I sat up I felt an immense pain in my chest.

I cried out both from shock, and major discomfort. Several people rushed to my side, but I did not want to look up just yet, my pain seemed more important at the moment. Blood stained the cotton of the hospital gown I was wearing, coming from my chest, arms and seeping from my mouth. I broke out in a coughing fit, and panic spread around me. Calls for doctors were heard, and a familiar voice asked me to, "Hold on for a little bit longer."

I looked up expecting to see my sweet lover forcing out words of encouragement, but instead I saw Kitazawa smirking at me. In fact, everyone in the room was Kitazawa. I did not scream, or try to run away. I did the typical Shuichi thing and fainted. Actually, the more proper term is, "blacked out." It sounds more masculine. Fainting is for girls, gays, and Shuichi.

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I awoke for the second time that day, this time deciding to stay put. I would not open my eyes; I would not try to move. That way I would feel no pain, and I would not see that villain Kitazawa. Instead, I listened to the person crying next to me. It sounded an awful lot like Shuichi. I wanted to know what it was that was causing him such distress. So, I took a chance and opened my eyes.

I found the room to be considerably darker than when I had woken up earlier. The ceiling that had once been stark white was now a blue black, illuminated by the various monitors hooked up to me. I turned to my right where a view of the hospital garden greeted me. I did not seem to be too far up, maybe the second floor.

I looked to my left, feeling relived to see my sweet Shuichi's face rather than the monstrous one of my sensei. However, I felt my joy deflate as I saw tears running freely down his cheeks. I lifted my hand to cup his cheek, surprised at how much effort it actually took me.

He looked up quickly, obviously startled, and his mouth forming words without sound. However, I could read my name on his lips. I opened my mouth to speak, but a horse croak was all I could manage. Coming to his senses, he poured me a glass of water from a pitcher on the bedside table.

"Here you go Yuki," he said as he handed me the cup. I removed my hand from his face, and grasped the cup with both hands. As I began to drink, he stood up to go turn on the lights. I finished off the water, and waited for him to come back and sit down. When he returned I looked up once more, causing me to drop my cup in shock. Thank goodness, it was paper.

I stared in awe at what he had become. His once angelic face was haggard his cheeks sunken. His eyes that had at one time sparkled with life and joy, were now dull and lifeless. His normally beautiful tan skin was paler and unhealthy looking. His frame looked weak, as though he had not eaten or sleep in quite some time.

The telltale beep of the machine monitoring my heartbeat alerted my lover of my surprise. He looked first to the machinery, then to me. He noticed how intently I was studying his features and smiled. His smile was sad, yet warm. It was heartbroken, yet oddly inviting.

"It's been a long week, that's all Yuki," he reassured me. He watched as my heart rate went down, but my worry did not subside quite as easily. Tears prickled into his eyes, his smile faltering.

"I'm sorry Yuki. I'm so sorry." He was crying now, but why? He had not done anything wrong, it had been Kitazawa. "I didn't know what to do. I saw you like that, and I freaked out. I do not know what has happening to you. Why didn't you come talk to me? I could've helped you before it got that far."

I felt sorry for him then. He loves me, I know this is true, and yet I have done something like this to him. It is not my fault, at least not entirely, but I still I can feel guilt weal up within me. "I'm sorry Shuichi. It's all my fault," I rasp out.

Somehow, this makes his tears fall faster and harder. He holds his head in his hands and sobs. I carefully maneuvered myself into a more comfortable sitting position, and gingerly took him into my arms. We spent the rest of the night like that, him crying into my chest, and I crying into his limp pink hair. We dozed off like that, only to be found the next morning by an early rising Tohma.

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It took me forever to actually finish this chapter. Procrastination is such a dreadful thing. Anyways please review, ad look forward to the next chapter.