Holy potato farm! :O I got a whole nine reviews! Thanks people! :D Whew, I gotta sit down. e_e Thank you to SarcasticProcrastinator-AMLF, rpwehp12, IHeartGirlyGuys, DomTheNobody, iirawrzu2, an anonymous reviewer, Talcen, ZemyxxDexion, and daniclone. You guys are awesome. :3 I feel really bad that I submitted this a little late... Please don't kill me. XD Anyway, here you go. 1,296 words! :D Enjoy.

"Umm... Zexy?"

Zexion didn't even lift his head from where it was still dangling over the toilet bowl. "What?" A warm hand touched his shoulder gently. "Lunch is over, Zexy. We have to go to class. Do you feel well enough?" Demyx's voice was very soft, but Zexion's head throbbed at the noise. He winced. "I don't think I'd survive," he moaned. "And that's not even an exaggeration!" He clenched his fists, trying to stop the shaking, but it was no use. "Go on to class, Demyx. I'll be fine here." The hand on his shoulder tensed. "What? I'm not going to leave you here all alone!" Zexion grit his teeth. "You have to. I won't let you get in trouble because of me." Demyx scoffed. "Won't let me? You can hardly stand, Zexion!" Damn. He had a point. Zexion's head wouldn't stop spinning. There was a moment of silence. Demyx sighed behind him. Suddenly, two strong but soft hands carefully pulled Zexion to his feet. He swayed slightly before Demyx pulled him closer and let Zexion lean on him. He was so surprised by this sudden change of position that he could do nothing as Demyx slung Zexion's arm over his own shoulder, holding him up. "Wh-what are you doing?" Zexion stuttered, his face heating up. Demyx looked determined. "You can't stand on your own, Zexy. Just lean on me. I won't let you fall." Zexion blinked. "But... where are we going?" Demyx took a step forward, helping Zexion forward as well. "I'm taking you to the nurse. You need someone around," he said firmly. "What? No! You can't!" Zexion pulled out of his grasp. As soon as he was supporting his own weight, he fell back to the floor, his vision swimming. Demyx turned to face him. "Why not?" he challenged. "I won't just leave you in the bathroom puking your guts out!" Zexion shook his head. "But you can't take me to the nurse! Think, Demyx! I'm puking, shaking, and I have a severe migraine. It's practically obvious what the problem is! If anyone finds out about this, we're both going to get in huge trouble! With the law! Meth is illegal!" Demyx's eyes widened. "O-oh. I hadn't thought of that..." he said quietly. Zexion nodded. "Now take me back!" Demyx was silent for a moment, thinking. Slowly, he shook his head. "No." ...Huh? "What do you mean, no?" Zexion was astounded. Demyx sighed. "Don't make me leave you all alone in there, ok, Zexy? Please, just don't. At least let me take you home!" Zexion blinked. Take me home? It was a thought. He had told that to his father. After a moment, he nodded. "Fine. Take me home, if you must." Demyx smiled with satisfaction. "Good. Are you going to let me help you or not?" Zexion reached up his arms in response. Demyx helped him up and let him lean again, as they made their way to the parking lot.

The parking lot was all the way at the other end of the school. It was slow going, as Demyx was practically dragging Zexion along next to him. Zexion could barely put any weight on his own two feet without collapsing. As it was, just standing up with support was exhausting. Every second was painful. By the time they reached the edge of the parking lot, his breathing was coming in small, quick gasps. "Can we stop for a second, Demyx?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse. Demyx looked down at him with concern. "Of course, Zexy." He carefully led Zexion to the bench and sat him down, taking a seat next to him. Zexion was so tired he didn't even care when Demyx wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in close. "You're all pale, Zexion. Are you sure you're okay?" Zexion nodded weakly. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Just... give me a moment." He closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe in and out, slowly and deeply. Demyx stayed silent for a minute. "Here," he said after a while. Zexion opened his eyes. "What?" Demyx grabbed the water bottle out from the side packet of his backpack and held it out. "Put it on your forehead. It'll help." Zexion slowly raised a hand to take it. "Thanks." Demyx smiled. "No problem." They stayed there for a few minutes while Zexion caught his breath. The water bottle really did help a little. Eventually, he felt a little better. He handed Demyx back the water bottle. "Ok. I'm ready." Demyx looked him over anxiously. "Are you sure? You still look a little pale." Zexion held out his arms. "I'm fine. Let's go." Let's just get it over with. After a second, Demyx lifted him up from the bench. They slowly made their way across the parking lot, until they reached Demyx's blue car. Demyx carefully helped Zexion into the passenger seat, then went around and got in himself. Zexion relaxed a little when he got in Demyx's car. Now he could take it easy for a while, and then he only had to get up to his room. Then he could get some sleep, since he hadn't that night.

Almost the whole car ride, they were both silent. Demyx turned up the air conditioning, and Zexion let it blow right in his face, cooling him down. It was such a relief. But as they got closer to his house, his migraine started getting worse. He was aching all over, and he was sweating despite the coolness of the car. The nausea started growing back slowly. He passed a hand over his face wearily. Not sleeping plus two withdrawal symptoms in one day really tired him out. Demyx glanced over at him anxiously. "We're almost there, Zexion," he said, his voice laced with worry. "Are you all right?" Zexion closed his eyes and put his head back. "Not really. But I'll manage. I just have to get up the stairs to my room, and then I'll be good." Demyx bit his lip with anxiety, but didn't protest.

By the time they got there, Zexion felt like a piece of lead. The mere thought of standing up made his head throb. He barely noticed that his father's car was still in the driveway. But as Demyx was helping him out of the car, his father came out of the house. When he saw Zexion, his face scrunched up with worry. "Zexion?" he called out. His voice was high with concern. Zexion blinked in surprise. "Dad? What are you doing here?" His voice was hoarse and soft. His father practically ran up to them. "That doesn't matter. You look terrible. Why did you even go to school if it was this bad?" He looked over at Demyx. "And who's this?" Zexion was too out of breath to reply. Demyx let him lean on him again, frowning worriedly. "I'm Demyx, sir. He was feeling really sick, so I brought him home for him." Zexion's vision started swimming again. He was barely listening as his father responded. Everything was fuzzy. He was suddenly aware of his father's anxious-looking face in front of him. "Zexion? Zexion! Are you okay? Zexion!" His voice sounded far away, and his face was all blurry. "I..." He didn't have any strength to say anything more. He noticed the ground suddenly coming very close, and then his vision went black. "ZEXION!" Two voices screamed his name right before he slipped away into oblivion.

Oooh, a delicious cliffie! *ish shot* X_x Ow... I'm REALLY sorry about the cliffie, especially right after an extra three reviews! It HAD to be there! D: FORGIVE MEH!