After that little 'scene' at Anti's house… things have actually been better. Anti has been more social and happier. He's smiled more than he has in years. Dark was also smiling more. But they both felt like there was something more. The feeling didn't go away, even though they were both happier, the feeling didn't dispatch at all. Dark was the first to realise this and decided he was going to go talk about it to him. This wasn't exactly something he could ignore.

Dark went to Anti's house around 3:00, his smoke form helping with quick travel. He knocked on the door, expecting an immediate response.

None came.

"Anti?" Dark questioned. He turned the knob on his door. Unlocked? Unusual… he never had his door unlocked… Dark was beginning to worry.

"Anti? Are you here?" Dark semi-yelled. No response. Worry grew to the point he had to go into his almost completely smoke form, allowing him to walk on two legs. He frantically searched the small house.

"C'mon… where the hell is he?" He mumbled to himself. He checked almost everywhere. Everywhere except the master bathroom… he approached the door slowly, and opened it, peeking in.

Anti was in here, laying on the floor, black ooze seeping through his slightly parted lips as his eye were closed, he was deathly still. Dark's eyes widened and he grabbed Anti, running to the nearest hospital in five minutes flat.

"Somebody help!" Dark shouted as he burst through the doors, making sure Anti was not injured. A doctor came quickly with a stretcher, putting him on it and rolling him away, Dark following close behind. The doctor rolled the stretcher into a 'restricted area'. The doctor turned to Dark.

"Are you immediate family?" He asked, his cold face looking serious. Dark shook his head.

"N-No, I'm his boyfriend." Dark said aloud. It was nowhere near true, but he had to see him somehow. Even if it would kill him to see his friend like that. Turns out he had more of Mark in him than he thought. The doctor glared at Dark, growling slightly as well.

"Fine… come in." The doctor motioned for him to follow, as he did.

He was alive, unconscious. But alive nonetheless. He had so many questions, so much confusion.

They got Anti into a room and made sure everything was hooked up and ok.

Dark sat next to Anti's bed, head in his pale grey hands, one leg bouncing up and down. He was worried. Him. Why? Hell if he knew. He just knew he had to help him. He told himself he was a hateful son-of-a-bitch. Guess he was wrong about himself. Dark chuckled. What was this demon doing to him? He looked at the blue eyed male in the bed next to him. Anti's eyes were shut. He looked so peaceful… so calm… he looked… good? Dark stood and took two steps to reach Anti's bedside. He stared at the demonic 'perfection' that was Anti. His hair cascading over his forehead where it wasn't sticking up in a small foe-hawk. His eyes closed delicately, his lashes casting shadows on his perfectly toned cheek-bones. Dark had this impulse… a very big impulse to press his lips to Anti's deliciously pink ones. Dark leaned down, slowly and steadily, as if his very breath would break him. Instead of pressing his lips to Anti's, he pressed his lips to his cheek. He kept his lips there for a second, it felt like they fit… perfectly… A feeling he has never felt before.

After about thirty minutes, Anti awoke. His eyes feeling droopy. He felt like he just got hit by a truck with about fifty cars on top of it. He looked around.

'Where am I?' He thought to himself. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement. He looked to his right and spotted the gaseous figure known as Darkiplier staring at him.

"You're awake." Dark mumbled. Anti looked at himself

"Guess so. What happened?" Anti looked at Dark, then towards everything else. "Why am I in the hospital?"

"I found you lying on the ground in your bathroom, black ooze seeping from your lips and you were so still… you looked dead," Dark said, his words trailing off, looking more sad and worried as he continued explaining. "I grabbed you and ran as fast as I could to the nearest hospital. I was scared. Scared you were gonna leave me. I… I don't want to be alone… you're all I have." Dark said, tears forming in his eyes.

Anti's mouth was agape from the explanation.

"You… worry about me?" Anti questioned quietly.

"Of course I do, ya dingus!" Dark exclaimed, a tear escaping his eye. "Why shouldn't I? You're so clumsy and weird, and you… you just make me worry you're going to get hurt… I have a reason to care." Dark recalled the quick peck on the cheek he gave Anti and blushed a little.

Anti gave him a confused look. He noticed the slightly pink hue on Darks cheeks. What was that about?

"What's the reason? Cause I'm a sack of trash and one day I'll get thrown into the garbage disposal? You do-" Dark cut him off

"No! It's because I think I'm in love with you!" Dark exclaimed. The heat ran to Anti's face faster than Sonic did to beat Eggman

Thump Thump

Anti's heart beated quickly in response to Darks words. Words he never thought he would hear from anyone. Words that raised his excitement, compassion, and every other sentimental emotion his damn counterpart felt. The question was he feel the same? His dark, and, or so he thought, hateful heart, beated a mile a minute. That had to be a sign, right?

For the love of Darkness, please help me.

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't been as active lately! I almost completely forgot about this and I am so sorry! /sigh. I really hope this is good enough. Again, I'm sorry and I will be working on another chapter for TOSOTS soon. I'm actually working on it right now! I will get it out soon!

Anything I missed? Grammar mistakes? Punctuation error? Any errors at all? Tell me! Let me know in a review or PM me! The errors will be fixed asap! Thanks for reading!

~Love, Lost