Day 4: Complications

Look for the cameo :3 I couldn't resist. A small hint to the climax to those who catch it and can name the character!

"Gokudera, I'm going to run and get myself something to eat okay?"

The bomber waved his hand. "Go feed yourself before you collapse."

Yamamoto grinned and walked out of the room. He didn't feel as bad leaving Gokudera by himself, he was recovering fantastically. The doctor was hopeful, and said that more than likely he would be through the critical period with no complications.

Yamamoto got himself some McDonalds. Normally he would never touch fast food, but that was all they offered in the hospital. And there was no way he was going to leave, not until Gokudera was in the clear.

He started eating his Big Mac on the way back up to Gokudera's room. It was greasy and slightly unappetizing, but it was food.

He got out of the elevator and turned down the hallway towards the room.

And then he froze.

A worried nurse was standing outside of the door. When she spotted the Rain Guardian, she hurried over.

"Yamamoto-san, I'm afraid you can't go back into the room at the moment."

"Why?" Yamamoto's voice cracked with fear, and he dropped the bag of food onto the ground. Fries spilled everywhere, but neither person paid any attention.

"Gokudera-san… his blood pressure dropped dangerously low. They're getting him ready to get more blood transfusions, but they're not sure if it'll be enough…"

Yamamoto dropped to his knees, and all he could see in front of him was Gokudera waving his hand, telling him to get something to eat. The last time he had seen him. He was so active, how was it that his condition had deteriorated in the fifteen minutes it had taken Yamamoto to get his food?

Yamamoto felt the tears leak down his face.

"Save him. Please, save him."

"We'll do our best. If you would follow me, you can wait in the waiting room."

Yamamoto followed numbly to the waiting room, and collapsed in a chair that had met his butt far too frequently.

Another tall doctor walked into the room. This man was even taller than Yamamoto was, which was an accomplishment in itself. He looked at the Rain Guardian with cloudy blue eyes.

"Sir, what's wrong?" The doctor's voice was gentle, calming.

Yamamoto shook his head. "My lover…"

The doctor smiled sympathetically and sat in the seat next to Yamamoto. "I'm sure he'll be fine, He's with Doctor Takahashi, he'll be fine. Takahashi-san is one of the greatest doctors we have."

Yamamoto buried his head into his hands. "It's all my fault… I was the one who put him in here in the first place."

The doctor laughed lightly. "You know, you remind me of myself. I always blamed myself when my lover got hurt or angry, but you know, sometimes it wasn't actually my fault."

A pager beeped, and the doctor got up. "I hope he's okay, for your sake."

"Thanks Doctor."

The tall man laughed, and said "I'm still only an intern." before he left the room.

Yamamoto watched the kind intern leave the room before letting himself cry. What the hell had happened to make Gokudera's condition deteriorate so rapidly?

Hours passed with Yamamoto alternating between crying and staring at the door he knew the doctor would walk through. At some point, he realized it would be best to text Tsuna and let him know about his right-hand man's condition.

Tsuna texted back rapidly.

"Omw, be there in ten minutes."

The ten minutes it took Tsuna to arrive at the hospital were some of the longest ten minutes of Yamamoto's life. When the brunette boss burst into the room, it felt to Yamamoto like a bit of tension lifted off of his shoulders.

Tsuna wrapped his arms in a comforting embrace around the taller man, and Yamamoto couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry that a certain very jealous illusionist was about to impale him.

"He'll be okay. Gokudera's a fighter, he won't give up."

"Tsuna… what did it feel like, once you and Mukuro started dating, to know that you had hurt the person that you loved?" The normally cheerful voice of the ex-baseball player was dull and monotonous.

Tsuna started, and then his brow furrowed slightly as he thought about it.

"Well, I felt horrible knowing that I was the one who had sent Mukuro back to that hell that was a prison. And I didn't think I could ever forgive myself for it. But what surprised me the most was when I talked to Mukuro about it. He told me he didn't blame me, and had no ill feelings about it. When I protested, he shut me up with…" A blush heated the smaller man's cheeks. "…a kiss, and told me to stop blaming myself for things that couldn't have been avoided."

Yamamoto nodded.

"You're blaming yourself for this, aren't you?"

"How could I not? It's my fault after all. It was my blade that sunk into his side seven years ago, no one else's. And now he's back at the brink of death again because of it." Yamamoto bit the last words out, his tone harsh.

"Did he forgive you?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then just let it go. You know it only stresses him out, and he doesn't need that right now."

Yamamoto nodded slowly, agreeing with the second part of Tsuna's statement. He knew he would keep blaming himself, but he would keep it inside for the time being.

The doctor finally walked out of the door, and Yamamoto almost gave himself whiplash from turning to look at him hopefully.

"Gokudera-kun is fine, he's sleeping now, but he'll be fine. We gave him some more blood transfusions and removed some of the scar tissue."

Yamamoto nodded and both he and Tsuna stood to wait for Gokudera to wake up once again.

Damn, long chapter lol.

I was going to post this Friday night, but I wrote the second part in my creative writing journal that we had to turn in D: but I got it back today and typed it.