I know nothing of the medical jargon I mention in this chapter, though I did research it. Enjoy!


Perhaps saying a puddle of blood was a little exaggerated. The blood trail was small, though growing thicker as the minutes passed. That didn't stop Eiri Yuki to push his heavy legs towards the phone and make a complete fool out of himself trying to explain what happened. He didn't even know what happened.

Eiri sat in the waiting room, shaking his foot with increasing speed that made in temperamental tapping noises. He received glares, huffs, and rude whispers for the unwanted news but didn't spare any energy in returning any of the gestures or stopping.

The man was wearing his long black trench still, though the hospital was above room temperature. He sat hunched over, elbows planted firmly on his knees and he gripped at his forehead and bounced. Once in a while he would spare a peek through thick blonde bangs towards the hanging clock before resuming his actions.

When finally a doctor came to explain his young lovers condition it was already sunset. The man looked to be about in his mid forties, clad in what appeared to be normal doctor gear: White jacket, blue business shirt with a tacky red (With white polka dots) tie, straight black dress pants and topped off with shining black shoes.

When entering the waiting room everyone's eyes shot up towards him and waited expectedly, and not necessarily patiently. The doctor flipped through the pages on his clipboard-- Which consisted of two-- before looking up and scanning the crowd.

"Eiri Yuki" Surprisingly this did not start an uproar. Apparently people were less excited to be around a celebrity when worried. Go figure.

When Eiri met the doctor halfway through the room, the man wasted no time in addressing the situation, not that Eiri minded in the least.

"You did well to call us," The doctor mentioned firstly. "Mr. Shindou has nothing too serious, but did get a nasty bump to the head. Also, he clipped his shoulder pretty well on what I assume is a sharp corner. That required two stitches."

The doctor lightly touched Eiri's shoulder and began to lead him towards the secutary station. Both men stopped just before the booth and the author continued to listen intently on what the professional was telling him.

"For his injuries I prescribed him acetaminophen, that should reduce his headaches and fight off any signs of fever that may appear. If you take this"—He handed Eiri a yellow slip of paper—"To Cindy"—The foreign woman seated at the secutary cast them a look through thick glasses—"She'll help you fill out the forms to get his pain killers."

The man slipped his hand off of Eiri's clean black jacket and stared directly into his eyes with a sudden intensity Eiri had the urge to step back.

"Before I forget to mention, Mr. Shindou has bruises on his neck. More importantly, bruises in the most peculiar shapes of hands." The blonde man cleared his throat in attempt to voice his displeasure with the subtle accusation, but all words got stuck on his tongue. His only option was to nod stupidly, when the author did, the doctor returned it in a swift motion and exited the down the hallway he came.

Unsure of what to do exactly, Eiri turned back to the woman—Cindy—and raised a single blonde eyebrow.


With all paperwork said and done, Eiri excused himself outside for a smoke break. Cindy wasn't actually that bad of a helper, he reminded himself as he softly pulled a slim cigarette from the package and tucked it between his lips. At first she was shy, didn't say much, but as the minutes got longer she opened up enough to make sure he understood all dosages and side-affects of the medicine.

Still that much paperwork for a single bottle of pills was ridiculous. With that Eiri pulled out his slim silver lighter, ignoring the small picture stuck to it, and lit his well deserved cigarette.

With a low sigh that expelled a puff of smoke, Eiri leaned against the brick building and looked into the thick blackness of night. He was warned that Shuichi was still sedated—mostly sedated—from the medicine first gave to him so all he would do with the first hours back at home is sleep.

Again, that fact didn't exactly bother Eiri. The least the author could do was get ahead at his writing. Perhaps cook himself a small dinner and relax in front of a movie. A little cleaning couldn't hurt the apartment and he was still yet to clean up the blood beside his bed.

In the mist of his musing a few doctors assisted a very dazed rockstar towards him. Eiri noticed both of the doctors were females, and practically drooling over the famous boy as he leaned on them for support. When Eiri stepped forward and showed the ladies his papers they officially discharged Shuichi into his care.

"Bye" Shuichi slurred while tossing a limp arm in the direction of the retreating girls. The author managed to hear both of them giggle before enetering the hospital, forever out of their lives.

He managed toregained his train of thought as he helped Shuichi stumble towards the car. After helping the boy in did he notice that the star was severly out of it. As soon as Eiri shut the door and began disent towards the divers seat, Shuichi slumped against the door and progressed back into a comfortable slumber.

Eiri softly shut the car door and before starting it allowed himself a good moment to examine the sleeping boy. There was a noticable buldge on his shoulder from the bandages, but other than that nothing was out of the ordinary. His pink locks still highlighted the softly tanned face and falling over heavy black lashes. As usual, the boys soft pink lips were parted with heavy breathing. The fact a small grin did not upturn those lips was perhaps the only fault.

Then he noticed the very florescent bruising on the boys' neck. Shakily he reached his hand out towards the boy and softly traced the marks, very unwilling to admit to himself that the doctor was right and they did look similar to hand marks. With a sigh he turned back towards the steering wheel and started the car, onwards to equip Shuichi with his medicine.


The blonde man struggled impatiently with the stubbon brown door, trying with all his silent might to jar it. Unfortunately the door refused balantly to cooperate. Getting into the building was hard enough, Eiri huffed. Good thing the elevator didn't give him much trouble, otherwise he was sure his sanity would be long gone.

It was not easy opening doors while carrying a unconsious singer in both his arms, and to top that off a small brown bag. Much difficulties and embarassing situations later Eiri and Shuichi were finally inside the apartment building, finally home. The novelist harshly closed the door behind him with his foot, and then kicked his shoes across the room.

He didn't care about a mess right now.

The man bounced Shuichi lightly to get a better grip, watching in mild amusment as the boys limbs flailed slightly, and then made a beeline for the bedroom. Awkwardly he tucked Shuichi into what was normally his side of the bed.

Finally having a moment to rest, Eiri sat back on the matress and softly fiddled with the pink hair of Shuichi.

At least he's home now, the author cracked a small smile while watching the boy. He's home and safe.

Then the grin faded

"At least for now" He mummbled allowed, then he departed to get something for cleaning up the blood.


I'm sorry for such a short chapter. I realized I left you hanging after a cliffhanger. That was unintentional. I've been busy all week. I'm also sorry for any mistakes that may appear in this chapter, suddenly my brain stopped working. I'm dead tired.

Oh, also...

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