*Beep*

*Beep*

Izaya opened his eyes. His vision was blurry but he was able to make out the white ceiling. And his entire body felt numbed and drugged. He looked down to notice that his body was hooked up to a machine that constantly beeped back his heart rate.

"Ah~ Orihara-san. Good to see you're with us. How are you feeling?" A young nurse smiled down at him. Izaya groaned.

"I feel like I slept too much after not sleeping for months," which was true since this time he slept without any dreams of those two annoying love-birds. The young girl chuckled.

"Well you're quite lucky to have a nice friend who saved you when you fell. You were both blood type-O so he donated practically half of his blood to save you," she said with a sweet smile.

"He what?" Izaya turned to his side. Sure enough, there was Shizuo on the parallel bed next to him asleep, with his arm hooked with the same tube that ran through Izaya's. Izaya felt a wave of strange emotion filter through him as he watched Shizuo sleep peacefully next to him.

"I'll let you two sleep for now. You must be feeling very fatigued." Already Izaya's eyes were closing once more, feeling the drug run through him again as sleep overpowered his desire to stay awake.

And sleep he did. A long, peaceful sleep.

Izaya woke up again to a heavy weight on the side of his stomach. He groaned once more as he blinked open his eyes. It was dark. There weren't much light except for the small humming machine he was hooked up to. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness as he tried to sit up a bit and looked down towards his waist.

The blonde bartender was asleep by his beside, with his dumb blond head using his waist as a pillow which had woke him up. Izaya didn't know how many days he had slept but it seemed that Shizuo had finished giving blood to him at least, considering they were hooked up together anymore.

Izaya clutched his heart and he could feel his heart pump blood throughout his body.

'I'm alive…' Izaya thought. Thanks to this idiot, he was alive. Alive with practically half of Shizuo's blood flowing through his body. Izaya shivered at the thought. He wasn't sure if it was out of disgust, or from being overwhelmed with another emotion he wasn't sure if he wanted to admit to.

"You stupid brute, why did you do that…" Izaya said softly as he reached out and brushed Shizuo's hair. It was a bit rough, with all the dyeing job he's been doing over the years. A bit scratchy, but Izaya continued to run his fingers through his coarse hair. Now that he thought about it, he didn't remember when was the last time he was able to touch Shizuo's hair like this. Or see his sleeping face so up close.

Izaya gulped. There was a sense of strange feeling that started to wash over him as he watched Shizuo sleep in the darkness. It tugged at his heart slightly painfully, just like when he saw Tsugaru smile at Psyche.

"Guess in the end, I'll never see you smile at me, Shizu-chan," Izaya spoke softly, with a slight hint of loss.

"Is that what you wanted to see so badly?" Shizuo said.

Izaya quickly jerked his hand away.

"Y-you were awake?"

"No. But you woke me up when you started brushing my hair," Shizuo opened his eyes to look at Izaya. The confrontation made Izaya nervous, all the more so since he had no escape route right now. He could not run from Shizuo even if he wanted to.

Shizuo yawned and stretched. He got up to sit on the side of the bed and look down at Izaya quietly. His towering figure only made Izaya flinch and be more aware of his vulnerability. Feeling weak was something Izaya absolutely hated so he retaliated back. "I didn't ask you to save me."

Shizuo didn't say anything.

"Take back this blood! I should just spill it all and ask for another blood transplant. You make me sick!" Izaya started rapidly firing away.

"Izaya," Shizuo spoke softly. But it was enough to make Izaya pause. The tone was exactly like the tone he heard in his dreams. He looked up to face Shizuo's face. Even though it was somewhat dark, he could make out Shizuo's face. Izaya's heart skipped a beat when Shizuo looked down with Tsugaru's calm exterior, with a small wrinkle on his brow that expressed concern.

"Izaya… what you said back there, is it true?"

"Wh, what did I say? I don't remember," Izaya mumbled an excuse.

"You said you loved me."

"I did not! I said I hated you!" Izaya quickly bit his lips at his slip.

"So you do remember what you said that night," Shizuo confirmed. He sighed and sat up a bit.

"Hey, Izaya. I have a confession to make," Shizuo began as he continued to look at Izaya in the eyes.