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When Bel woke up a few nights later, it was to Chiara starting to cry. He sighed as he got out of bed and stood up to fetch her from her cot; he was just so tired, and he desperately needed sleep; he didn't feel as if he could function properly anymore due to the lack of rest he had been getting since the abduction.

The boy stumbled through the dark room towards his baby. He tripped over something that hadn't been picked up off the ground, but that didn't deter him from his mission; his child was upset, and he would always put Chiara first.

"Chiara…" Bel's voice was slurred from exhaustion, and when he finally made it to her side, he collapsed against the side of the cot. He allowed himself to drop to the ground; he knew his legs wouldn't keep him upright no matter how hard he tried. "Chiara, I'm trying…"

Bel couldn't believe how exhausted he was; he hadn't had even a minute of sleep in the past four days, and after finally collapsing in his bed a few hours previous, he felt like a zombie. He shuddered as Chiara's cries came louder, and it took everything he had to be able to get back onto his feet and reach into the crib to pull his daughter into his arms.

"You're too hot…" Bel frowned as he sat back on the floor. He held Chiara close to him as he noticed how hot the baby's skin felt, and when he was able to break through the haze in his mind and notice how clammy she felt, too, he knew he needed help; there was no way he could deal with a sick baby in his current state.

Bel tried to get to his feet again so that he could find someone to help him, but he stopped when he felt his legs give out from beneath him. He whimpered as he smashed his elbow into the corner of something as he tried to break his fall; there was no way he could let Chiara get hurt now of all times.

"Chiara…" Bel didn't know what to do; he was scared that if he were to try and walk, he was only going to fall down and injure Chiara, but if he stayed here with her, she was only going to get sicker. What was he supposed to do? "I'm so sorry… I'm a really bad parent, Chiara… You deserve so much better…"

Bel dropped his face against the baby's head as he cried; would it be better if he were give Chiara to someone who could give her all the love and protection she deserved? His daughter didn't deserve such a terrible parent, and he wanted to give her everything he could – if she would be happier with someone she truly believed were her parents…

Then Bel would give her to only the most loving people he could find so that he could kill himself without having to worry about what would happen to Chiara. If he could find the perfect substitutes, then hopefully the baby would grow up to be happy and successful and never know about the failure of a parent who had really given birth to her.

"Oh, fuck…" Bel couldn't help but curl into a ball; he wanted so badly to take Chiara for help, but he felt so emotionally and mentally drained, that he could barely even twitch his toes, let alone stand. "Chiara, I wish I could give you what you deserve… I-I'm such a bad parent… I never deserved you, and I'm so sorry I was selfish and brought you into this…"

The baby only continued to cry, and Bel truly didn't know what to do; he couldn't think coherently, and the only thing that made sense to him was to sit here and sob to himself while everyone else was asleep.

But apparently, there was someone else still awake as a small knock came at Bel's bedroom door before it opened. Bel tried his hardest to stop his tears, but all he could do was whimper and sob as he watched Takeshi step into the bedroom.

"Bel, what happened?" Takeshi moved closer so that he could kneel next to the boy. He was very worried, not knowing what could have happened for the older male to be like this. "Are you hurt?"

Bel hiccupped as he whimpered, "C-chiara… is sick…"

Takeshi didn't hesitate at these words; he knew that a newborn being ill was very bad. "She needs a doctor, Bel. Where can we take her?"

"Hospital…" Bel hesitated to allow Takeshi to take his baby, but he knew he didn't have a choice; what if he were to drop Chiara?

"How do we get there?" Takeshi waited until Bel had gotten unsteadily to his feet; he wasn't going to ever make the boy feel as if he were trying to separate Bel from his baby.

"Drivers… D-downstairs…" Bel followed slowly behind Takeshi. He couldn't believe how exhausted he was; he hadn't ever felt like this before, and he was sure he was going to collapse any second now.

"We'll get a driver to take us to the hospital, okay?" Takeshi felt bad for taking Chiara through the corridors while she was crying so loudly, but he knew he had no choice; hopefully the others would understand that Chiara was sick. "Everything's going to be okay."

As much as Bel wanted to believe those words, he just couldn't; not after all of the losses he had endured because of Verde – how stupid he was to think he was finally going to be able to keep his child…

~~XX~~

When they had arrived at the hospital, the nurses had immediately taken Chiara into their care. Bel, despite having become sick himself from lack of sleep, had refused to leave his child's side. He hadn't cared about the judging looks that had been sent his way from staff and patients alike; all that mattered to him was being with Chiara.

Now, as Chiara lay asleep in her hospital crib, Bel and Takeshi sat by her side. Bel was struggling to keep his eyes open, and in his exhaustion, he couldn't stop himself from leaning heavily against the Japanese male. He dropped his head to the younger's shoulder, and for once, he couldn't bring himself to fear the arm that was wrapped around his waist; he was just too exhausted.

"You should get some sleep, Bel." Takeshi looked down at the boy. Despite the long golden bangs that shielded the older male's eyes from view, he could still see how unnaturally pale the smaller male was, and he knew Bel desperately needed sleep. "I can watch Chiara for you."

Bel nodded. He wasn't stupid; he knew that there was no point for him to stay awake as there was nothing he could do in his state; it would only make him sicker if he didn't try and get some sleep. "Wake me if something happens…"

Takeshi nodded. He reached out and cupped Bel's cheek so that he could tilt the older male's face up and press their lips together. He wasn't sure why he did such a thing, but he could feel deep inside of him that it was the right thing to do when the boy's tense grip on his arm slowly loosened and Bel seemed to relax slightly into the kiss.

When Takeshi broke away for air, he smiled as Bel leant in close against him and hugged his arm tight. He threaded his fingers through golden locks of hair as the boy dropped his head against Takeshi's shoulder again, and he couldn't help but smile as the smaller male fell asleep against him.

Trying his best not to wake Bel back up, Takeshi reached down and took the older male's hand in his own. He squeezed it reassuringly as he placed a kiss in golden locks, and with that, he stayed awake to keep an eye on Chiara.