One Bad Week
Chapter 3: Sunday
Eiri Yuki looked down at the sleeping mass of pink haired singer cuddled against his chest and sighed. It had only been an hour since the two had returned from the hospital, without incident, and he was already dead tired. Not to mention still pissed off about spending several hours in jail until Tohma had explained the situation and bailed him out.
And the bastard had the nerve to laugh.
Still, in some twisted cosmic backlash type of way the entire thing was funny.
Yuki felt his eye twitch.
Yeah. Funny like a third nipple in a vice grip.
He blinked.
Where in hell had that come from?
Looking at his watch, the author noted with a groan that he hadn't slept in almost thirty-six hours. Yep. That'll warp your mind. Shuichi mumbled something incoherent against his chest and snuggled closer; bringing the blonde's attention back to the reason he hadn't slept in the past thirty-six hours. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Shuichi flying over the broken balcony railing, falling to meet his death on the pavement below.
He shuddered just thinking about it.
"Mm…Yuki?"
Looking down, a bleary pair of violet eyes met his and Yuki suppressed a smile at the cuteness the half-sleep Shuichi possessed.
"Go back to sleep, brat."
The singer shifted a bit, wrapping his good arm around the novelist's chest.
"I thought you shivered. Are you cold?" he asked.
Yuki wrapped his arm around Shuichi's waist and gave the tired teen a slight hug, pulling him closer and holding him there.
"Nyah. Go back to sleep."
He didn't bother waiting for a response, feeling the steady rise of Shuichi chest told him the teen had already fallen back into slumber.
When he next opened his eyes, Shuichi was surprised to find himself still curled up against Yuki on the couch. Blinking a few times to rid the sleep from his mind and eyes, the singer wiggled from the blond's embrace and looked at the clock.
Five o'clock.
God, they had just about slept Sunday away.
Shuichi couldn't help but grin. The entire day was going to be over soon and nothing bad had happened at all! Maybe his luck was finally turning around now. Standing up, he winced slightly. His entire body was sore from being run over by that bicycle. Really, he didn't think anything on two wheels could go that fast. That guy must have been doing the speed limit! Turning around, a smile traced up Shuichi's lips as he observed Yuki, still fitfully asleep sitting against the couch.
He looks so cute when he's sleeping…hmm…but that position isn't going to help his back any. I should lay him down.
Still wary of his bad luck streak continuing Shuichi very, very carefully began to position the sleeping novelist until his lover was lying down on the couch. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket from a nearby closet and made Yuki as comfortable as he could. Shuichi stood there for a while; silently watching his blonde lover sleep until the rumbling of his stomach told him it was past time to eat.
I should order out. No sense in pressing things…
He stood for a few moments thinking; one finger absently tapping against his bottom lip until he finally decided which shop he would call to order from. Resolved and hungry, the pink-haired singer turned to make his way to the phone and suddenly found himself falling towards the floor. It was only in that moment, as the floor slow-motioned towards his face that Shuichi realized his foot had gotten caught in the blanket that was spilling over the edge of the couch. Instinct kicked in, and Shuichi threw his hands forward to catch himself.
Completely forgetting his very tender previously dislocated wrist.
Ow ow ow ow ow OWW!
He bit back a scream of pain, intent on not disturbing his overly tired lover and waited quietly to see if he'd done so anyway. After a few minutes of silent sobbing and wrist clutching, Shuichi managed to pick himself up and look back to the couch.
Still sleeping.
Yuki must have been really tired.
Still holding his wrist, Shuichi stumbled to the kitchen and found a small white bag with the letters 'Rx'. Opening it, he found a prescription for pain pills in his name. Funny. He didn't remember stopping by a pharmacy and picking any prescriptions up.
Then again he'd been out of it most of the day and night anyway. Grabbing the bottle, he examined the label to find out what the doctor had given him for pain.
"Hmm…Hy..dro..co..done…" He shrugged, figuring that pain pills were pain pills and popped two into his mouth before grabbing a glass to fill with water.
Confucius says: When taking new medication, always read the labels for side effects.
Never one to think of cosmic wisdom, Shuichi made his way to the phone and quietly placed his order.
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang and Shuichi, determined to allow Yuki to sleep as long as possible, hurried to answer it. Ignoring the small wave of dizziness that his frantic actions caused, he grabbed his wallet and answered the door. Exchange made and food in hand the pink-haired singer made his way to the kitchen and placed the boxes on the counter top.
When he found himself absently rubbing his still aching wrist, violet eyes immediately traveled to the small tan bottle of pain medication.
This must be some really lousy stuff. Better take another just in case.
Grabbing the bottle he drew another pill, and then a second for extra-good measure, and swallowed, washing it down with a glass of water before heading to the living room to wake Yuki.
He smiled when he saw his lover had unconsciously rolled onto his stomach and was still peacefully sleeping, giving off light snores occasionally.
Aww, so cute! I'll just let him sleep…
Shuichi started back to the kitchen when a sudden thought hit him.
Man, how can he sleep with that blanket on? It's so hot in here! I'm even sweating!
Moving to the hallway, intent on adjusting the thermostat, Shuichi found the device set on its usual temperature. He shrugged to himself, figuring his body must be out of whack today and padded back towards the waiting food.
The apartment seemed….lighter. And really….motion-y. Shuichi giggled. He started to wonder if motion-y was a word or not. It took several attempts to 'find' the kitchen again and by the time he got there, he had forgotten why he'd come in the first place. Glancing around, Shuichi saw the take-out boxes and reasoned out, after another few minutes of deep thinking, that he must be hungry.
Hmm…If I'm hungry, then Yuki must be too! I should wake him up to eat!
Bouncing, though wobbly, to the living room, he giggled again at seeing his lover deeply asleep on the couch.
Nyah. I'll let him sleep. He looks so cute!
Turning around sharply, the entire apartment began to dance and before he knew it, Shuichi was lying on the floor watching the ceiling spin.
Ooooh…neat-o! I wonder if we can use something like this in our next video…
The ceiling only held so much entertainment, unfortunately, and the hyper pop star eventually sat up. After a several minutes of being entranced by the entire room spinning, he finally realized he was hungry.
Don't wanna cook something…I should order out!
Jumping up, and nearly falling back down, Shuichi made his way to the phone. Puzzled as to why it wasn't there, he searched around the apartment until he landed back in the kitchen.
Where the take-out boxes were still sitting.
When did I order that?
Not that it mattered, his stomach was seriously pissed off and loudly protesting the lack of sustenance. Shuichi's eyes widened when he realized just how hungry he was.
And, of course, his thoughts immediately strayed to Yuki.
And how hungry he must be.
After nearly four hours of the hazy medication-induced stupidity of going back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, Shuichi ended up sitting in the hallway crying.
He was so hungry.
But every time he tried to eat something would happen.
He couldn't figure out what the problem was damn it, he wanted to eat something!
Gasping sharply, the thought –again- hit him that Yuki was probably starving by now.
Jumping up (and falling back down) Shuichi groaned slightly.
NO! Yuki's probably really, really hungry! I'll crawl if I have to! I'M COMING YUKI!
And so, crawling down the hallway, unable to feel the carpet grinding across his still scraped knees, Shuichi slowly made it to the living room.
And froze when he saw Yuki's sleeping form.
He wasn't really sure why, but he started to cry.
This is what greeted Yuki when he finally opened his eyes.
"What the hell?"
Sitting up, more than irritated at the rough sleep from the couch, Yuki turned his attention to his crying lover, wondering what the name of God could have upset the singer this time. The past two days suddenly came back to him and the novelist was up in a flash.
"Shuichi? What the hell happened now?"
The pink-haired singer looked up, looking a bit maniacal at the fact that his Yuki was awake and could possibly help solve his nightmarish problem. Launching himself forward, Shuichi wrapped his arms around the blond and began explaining, through choked sobs, what he thought was happening.
Yuki was more than a little confused. The only thing he could make out was something about being hungry, spinning video ceilings, and crawling. He was alarmed at the generous coating of sweat that adorned the singer and began to wonder if he'd some how caught a cold on top of everything else. The word 'hungry' popped up again and Yuki figured that was one problem he could easily solve.
"Come on. We'll order out."
"Nooooooo! Don't go near the phone Yukiiiiii!"
Startled by the violent outburst, the novelist pulled back and looked at a very frantic and scared Shuichi.
"What in the world is wrong with you? Did someone call?"
"Weren't you listening? Every time you go near the phone you end up in the living room and you're just hungrier than before!"
Okay. Something was than a little wrong here. Determined to discover what had transformed his idiot into a complete retard, Yuki stood up and – ignoring Shuichi protests of dimensional transportation, which he wasn't aware the singer knew such long words, Yuki finally managed to get to the kitchen dragging Shuichi along.
Where the take-out boxes were still sitting. Right next to the phone.
Yuki eyed the boxes warily, true worry beginning to set in until he saw the tan bottle of pain medicine sitting on the counter as well. Picking it up and reading the label, he looked over to Shuichi, who was busy standing stock-still, waiting patiently for the 'transportation' to take place. The blond sighed and held the bottle out.
"Did you take some of these?"
Shuichi started; obviously surprised he wasn't in the living room yet and squinted at the bottle for a few moments.
"I…don't know…"
"Did you order this?" Yuki asked, pointing towards the boxes.
Again, Shuichi squinted at the boxes, looking a bit surprised to find them there.
"I…don't know?"
Yuki sighed. Digging through the bag he pulled out a sheet of side effects and quietly read to himself.
Hydrocodone has many side effects, including:
Lightheadedness.
Drowsiness.
Nausea or vomiting.
Constipation.
Difficulty urinating.
Difficulty breathing.
In some people Hydrocodone impairs balance, coordination, and your ability to think…
That was about all he needed to know.