Shizuo groaned and shifted in the bed. "Ugh, this doesn't make any freakin' sense…" He laid there and stared at the ceiling, trying to figure things out. Lifting his head slightly, he looked over at Shinra. "So…I've been a vegetable for about a year…and the Flea…I mean, Izaya…is my…friend?" The disbelief in his voice was quite obvious. The idea that Izaya was his friend was pretty laughable. But then again, all he could remember was the asshole from his dream. Perhaps this Izaya was different.

"Hm, well, yes." Shinra was worried about his friends mental condition. "You really don't remember anything?"

Shizuo shook his head then laid it back down. "No…or rather, I remember things, but how much of it is real and how much is from the dream…"

Shinra sighed. "That isn't good…hmm…I think…that ill go ahead and give you a physical. But it'll be while before you can leave, you've been out for over a year, remember? After you're released though, I can take you to stay with me and Celty until you get your reality back to normal, however long that takes…" Shizuo perked up at Celty's name. That's right…in my dream, Celty was the headless black rider…things like that don't exactly exist right? So she'll be human…with a head…just like I'm a normal weak human. Shizuo grinned a little at this thought. Normal…finally…

"…Shizuo! Are you listening?" Shinra said growing more worried. Shizuo snapped out of his thoughts. He hadn't realized he had spaced out. "Yeah…sorry…" He tried sitting up again, body still quite sore but not as bad as when he first woke up. This time Shinra didn't stop him.

He glanced in Izaya's direction and got a better look at him. He was standing next to Shinra with arms crossed, dressed in a black suit, glaring at Shizuo. Everything about Izaya just felt off. The way he dressed, the lack of flea stink around him, that Shinra claimed the two of them were friends. Though if all of this is real, he'd probably prefer this. He'd just have to get use to it…again. He didn't know if he could.

"Look, Izaya…" Shizuo started to say but Izaya looked at his watch and interrupted him, "I don't have time to stick around and chat. Not like you want me here anyways. See you, Shinra." And with that he turned and left. Both Shizuo and Shinra stared at the door he left through, Shizuo's mouth agape.

"That ass!" He glared at Shinra. "We're suppose to be friends? Bullshit!"

"He's just upset," said Shinra with a sigh. "The two of you used to get along great. If you had anyone you'd call your best friend, it'd be him."

Shizuo snorted, "Yeah right…"

"Don't be like that." Shinra walked over to the end of the bed and grabbed a clipboard that was hanging on it. "Besides, he's really busy with his work lately. He comes around whenever he has free time to see you."

"He does?" Great, now he felt guilty. Shizuo shifted uneasily in the bed.

"Mmhm." Shinra looked over the clipboard. "He cares about you despite whatever you got going on in your head. So then..." He looked up at him. "Why don't you tell me exactly what that is?"

Shizuo told him every thing he could remember. Everything from his strength to why he hated Izaya so much to what everyone else in his head was like.

"I see." Shinra was busy writing everything down on the clipboard. "To be fair, that does seem like a good reason to hate him. But the Izaya here is the real one, and he's not like that. Perhaps we should get you into some therapy sessions to get that fixed. Physical therapy is already needed, so that will certainly be scheduled."

"What? What for? How long am I gonna be stuck in here?" Shizuo demanded to know.

"You have been in here in a coma for nearly a year, remember?" Shinra reminded the blond. "You've been sustained by machines till now, you're still on an IV, and you've lost weight. Plus, a shave might do you some good."

Shizuo frowned and touched his face. It was rather fuzzy. "Fine..."

"That's a good man. Now." He stood up from the chair he had been sitting on. "Are you hungry? Would you like me to send a nurse to get you some food? It won't be much, as you're stomach needs to adjust to having real food again, but I know I'd be starving myself. Just make sure you eat slowly."

"Sure..."

"Great, now I gotta go see to my other patients. I'll be back to check up on you though, and you can press that red button if you need anything, and a nurse will be in to help. Get some rest after you eat, alright?" And with that, he smiled and left.

Shizuo settled back into the bed and sighed. He was going to be bored to death laying here. As he waited for the nurse, he stared up into the ceiling and daydreamed.

"...Jima-san? Heiwajima-san?"

Shizuo blinked and looked over to see the nurse who bowed lightly when she got his attention. "I brought you the snack Doctor Kishitani asked for." She showed him the pudding in her hand.

Shizuo blinked twice before reaching out for it. Pudding was his favorite food. This one wasn't his favorite flavor, but it was pudding. "Hm, thanks," he said to the nurse before she left.

He opened the container and started eating. And as soon as it hit his tongue, only then did he realize just how hungry he was. He scarfed it down. Oh, delicious pudding, how my body missed you.

He felt rather content after that, and returned to day dreaming. That is until he began felling ill. His stomach grumble unpleasantly, and he felt like he was about to barf.

He groaned, before he started moving his sore body. Slowly he moved his legs over to the side of the bed, and started pushing himself up. It was harder than he expected, and his stomach was complaining more. He tried standing, but his legs gave out and he fell to the floor and almost threw up right there.

"Ugh..." Slowly, he tried again. His legs wobbled, but he managed to stand. He then looked around the room. Was their an attached bathroom? He hadn't noticed before, but luckily there was. He started towards it but felt something tug on his hand. It was the IV. Dammit... He went back to it and grabbed the IV bag, and tried again. He covered his mouth with his other hand, feeling close to blowing. Somehow, he managed to get himself to the bathroom. He lifted the seat, and hover over the bowl just in time as he threw up all he'd eaten for a year and some stomach bile. Behind him he heard a voice.

"Tsk, tsk, Shizuo, didn't I warn you? You're stomach needs to adjust."

Shizuo turned his head to see Shinra standing at the door.

"I came back to check on you and find your bed empty. At first I thought, you ran off, but then I thought, 'He probably didn't listen and ate the whole thing in only a few spoon fulls.' And I was right."

Shizuo glared. "I don't need one of your lectures. I fucked up, okay?" He spat into the toilet and stood up straight. "Do I still need that therapy?" He flushed and started walking back to his bed, but fell as his legs decided to give out on him again.

"Yes."