"Kyouya... Kyouya!" Ryuga yelled as he tried to wake the unconscious boy whom was lying in a puddle of his own blood. Ryuga had called for help... When were they gonna get there? "Kyouya..." He said again, so softly he couldn't even hear himself. He was sat on his knees on the floor, but laid his head down near Kyouya's stomach, away from the blood.

I woke up in the hospital after God knows how long. "Why the hell..." I asked myself.

Just as I did, a doctor walked in with a clipboard and a serious look in his eyes. He looked up at me with those eyes doctors always gave you. "Ah, you're up. Nice to see... Now, I've got some questions to ask you, but if you don't answer 100% truthfully, you might as well not answer at all," he said as he sat on the chair next to my bed.

I nodded and rested my hand over my forehead, just now noticing all the crap protruding my body. An IV drip in my wrist as well as what seemed an oxygen tube in my nose. A heart monitor was beeping to my right and a cuff along my right arm to keep track of my blood pressure. "Now, what happened in the past week, any injuries you can remember?"

"Well... Yeah, but it wouldn't make sense without the whole story." I told him.

"So tell me." He said as he readied his notes.

"Well..." I started with this, which ended with the question that was looming overhead: 'Who did this?'

"Who was it, I need to know," the doctor persisted after my many attempts to deny the question.

"I- I can't remember..." I told him, which of course was a flat-out lie. But what else could I do? Snitch on Doji and have him sent away for a year, only to come back and kill me? No thank you.

The doctor sighed. "Very well then. So, as I'm sure you're wondering, I'll tell you what caused this little episode. When you were attacked, a few ribs broke. One of them punctured a vein just below it, as well as the membrane of your stomach. The vein was leaking like a sieve into your stomach, which eventually made you sick. Had you not been sick, however, you could have slowly bled to death internally. I don't say this often... You're lucky."

"I wouldn't exactly call this lucky..." I muttered under my breath.

"However, that's not the full story."

"What?" I asked confused.

"When you were brought in, you had an emergency surgery done to repair the busted vein and punctured membrane. I would suggest taking it easy on food after you get out, you know, not anything that will give you heartburn and nothing you'd eat with the stomach flu. Also, try not to do anything too strenuous."

I nodded.

"Very well then," he said, "I'll be off now. If you need me you know where I'll be. Call for me or a nurse, alright?"

I nodded again.

He got up and left the room without a backwards glance. I lifted up the baggy hospital shirt and looked at my stomach at the scar I hadn't noticed before. It was an incision that had been stitched recently, and a big one at that. It was almost what seemed about nine inches long along my left side, and curved to the right just as it got to my belly-button. I wondered why such a long incision was necessary...

I did as the doctor had told me and called for a nurse by pulling that little red chord dangling over my head. I poked and prodded at the stitches on my belly until the nurse came in. I looked up at her as she made her way over to the bed. "Umm... I need to ask a question."

"Ask away!" She said in a loud and girly voice, a smile plastered to her heavily makeup-ed face.

"Eh- right..." I said and lifted my shirt again. "Why is this thing so long?" She stared at my stomach for what seemed forever with a strange look I'd only seen on the face of a girl who looked like she'd seen her favorite singer. With my face heating up, I pulled my shirt back down and asked her again, snapping her out of her daze.

"The doctor couldn't find the exact position of the puncture," she said matter-of-factually. She turned and walked out the room leaving me alone to think to myself... Just what the hell that was about.

I was so relieved when I heard that I would be able to see him. Once the doctor told me, I ran up the stairs and to the room that he was in. I tried to calm myself, telling myself that me acting like a child wouldn't help him at all. I opened the door and peeked in. He was sleeping so peacefully... I walked in and closed the door as lightly as I could. I walked over to the side of his bed and sat on the chair nearby. I took his hand into mine and stoked the back of his lightly with my thumb. He looked so adorable when he was sleeping. I felt bad for him as I looked at all the tubes and cords hooked up to his body. I lent over and kissed his cheek as the last few rays of pink-orange sunlight of the day fell behind the mountains in the distance. We stayed there like that for what seemed to be all of eternity.

Finally, he opened his eyes slightly and looked at me with the same hazy eyes a four-year-old would have after his nap. He smiled ever so faintly as he realized that it was me and sat up slowly, stretching and yawning. "So how do you feel?" I asked.

"Okay. Apparently, I was lucky."

"Lucky?" I asked. He explained all that happened. The story he told the doctor, the diagnosis he was given, he even showed me the scar he had along his stomach. All the while, I was lost for the words to say. What could I say? Here was the one I loved most sitting in front of me with a gash the size on my lower-arm on his stomach, but still he had the will to tell me he'd be fine, especially after what happened last night.

Then, I sighed and laid my head down. "Ryuga?" He asked.

"What..."

"What's wrong?" I shook my head slowly. It was a stupid thought anyway. "Ryuga... Tell me."

I sighed, but did not look up. "I... I thought I was the one who did that to you. I was worried sick all night last night, I couldn't sleep. I thought were going to die, and I thought you were because of me."

"Because of you...?"

"Yeah... I thought that maybe I hurt you during one of our battles... Or that I might have torn you up..." He was silent. I looked up to see the look of confusement plastered over his face. "I thought I tore you up too bad last night." I said with the worst feeling of hurt and embarrassment.

"You could never do that."

I shook my head again.

"Listen to me." He said and forced me to look at him again. "You could never do that, I know it. No matter what you think. You know how to control yourself... So you never could do that, whether you thought so or not. And even if you did, I wouldn't hold it against you. How could I?" I stared at him in amazement.

"Kyouya..." I said in an almost whisper.

He took my face into the palms of his hands and drew me closer and closer to himself until our lips were just a centimeter away. Then, he closed his eyes and kissed me. I was surprised at this at first, but let myself relax and fall into his embrace, rather than him falling into mine. We split up and looked at each other.

"Even if you did..." he repeated, "I could never hold it against you." I must have looked at him as though I'd never seen the sun, because his face turned a light shade of pink to match the setting sun outside. He turned away and looked out the window. We sat in silence for a while, until the over-com over our heads spoke: "All visitors, please check out for the evening. Thank you."

I looked at Kyouya, he looked back at me. "Well... Good night, Kyouya." I said. I got up and hugged him, then left the room with no other words.