Well, before this chapter starts off, I want to acknowledge a few people that cheered me on with this story: yukaishepards, arynna, MrsNotMarriedToAnimeGuys (although I have no idea why someone wouldn't WANT to marry an anime guy…lol), and ligice76. Thanks, everyone! This chapter's for all of you! Enjoy!

poor train! from track practice incident to the hospital's discovery

The classes finally ended for the day and Train went towards the boy's locker room. Track practice was always held after school and he was a quick sprinter. Train was the fastest runner on the team, so he took practice very seriously.

After Train got dressed he went out to the track where some of the others were. He saw Sven in the bleachers, watching him. Train blushed; he was in his track uniform and it consisted of short shorts and a light muscle shirt.

"Sprinters, you have 4 400 meters today!" the coach yelled. (A/N: For those of you who don't know how much that it, that's 4 miles or 16 laps on a regular high school track. Ouch!) "After that, stretch and go home!" The sprinters took off while the coach told the other track members their workouts.

Train was in the front of the sprinters. The others noticed that he was becoming out of breath faster than he usually did. It was after the 12th lap that Train seemed exhausted. He was now in the back of the sprinters.

Sven was talking with another teacher when one of the female sprinters screamed. Sven looked up, but got scared when he didn't see Train. He made his way to the track as the entire team surrounded someone.

"Somebody call 911!" the coach yelled.

"What happened to him?" someone asked.

"I don't know! He was running and then he just collapsed!"

"Somebody carry him to the infirmary!"

Sven made his way through the crowd. What he saw made him gasp in fear. Train was on the ground, unconscious, face dark red and his breathing was shallow as sweat covered his body. He picked Train up and rushed to the infirmary as the coach called 911. Sven set Train down on a bed and went to go get Train's backpack from the locker room.

A minute later he came back to the infirmary and sat down next to Train's bed. The boy's breathing had gotten even worse and Sven was worried that Train might die before he got to the hospital.

As if on cue, the ambulance arrived outside the school. A paramedic rushed into the infirmary with a stretcher and placed Train's body on it, hurrying back to the ambulance. Sven grabbed Train's backpack and rode with Train to the hospital.

Sven sat in the waiting room, extremely worried. After Train was admitted into the hospital a cop took his backpack to search it. To make matters worse, the cop hadn't come back out either.

He was almost ready to give up hope when the doctor came next to him. "Sven Volfied?" he asked.

Sven glanced at the doctor. "Is something wrong?" he questioned. "How's Train? Is he alright?"

"Come with me," the doctor said. He led Sven to a room where Train's backpack was, contents spilled across a table.

"What's going on?" Sven asked. "Where's Train?"

"The boy's going to be fine after a little counseling," the doctor replied. "We found drug paraphernalia in his backpack. We suspect that this boy's an addict."

Sven was stunned. "What were the drugs you found?" he asked hesitantly.

"Heroin and LSD," the doctor answered.

Sven stood in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. They've been identified."

"Do his parents know?"

"He's been living on his own since he was 15 years old. He probably started some time after their deaths."

"If it's no trouble, could I possibly adopt him?"

The doctor looked surprised. "Why would you want to? He's an addict."

"I know, but I feel I could help him break the habit," Sven replied. "It's a long shot, but it'll be worth trying."

The doctor sighed. "I'm not in charge of adoptions," he said. "You'd have to go to the adoption agency for things like that."

Sven nodded. "Where's Train?" he asked again. "What room is he in?"

The doctor looked at a chart. "13A," he answered.

Sven bowed his head for a moment and went to find Train's room. The adoption agency would have to wait. Right now, he wanted to make sure the boy would make it through the night. He didn't want the doctor to be wrong.