Comments are appreciated! Sorry it's short

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Akashi opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room until his sight landed on his green haired friend.

"Shintarō?"

"Morning."

"Where am I?" Akashi slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position. "What's going on?"

"Aomine and Kise had you admitted last night." Midorima answered slowly.

"For what!?"

"Looking like hell, according to Aomine."

"That's not a medical condition, Shintarō." Akashi glared daggers at Shintarō.

"Fine. Over exhaustion, fatigue, whatever you want to call it."

"What about Tetsuya?" Akashi asked almost afraid of the answer. It looked to be late morning or early afternoon, judging by the sun.

"We kept him sedated and Aomine and Kise spent the night with him. Akashi, we need to talk."

"About what."

"We're worried about you."

"Tetsuya is the one you should be worried about!"

Shintarō gritted his teeth and tried to swallow his growing frustration as he met Akashi's angry glare with one of his own. "We're worried you aren't taking care of yourself." He kept his voice quiet but the intensity remained. "What about your condition. Stress can exacerbate it you know. What happens if he comes back? What happens if you lose control again? Kuroko is in no condition to bring you back to your damn senses this time!" Shintarō ended with a growl.

Akashi stared at him, his initial surprise at the subject turning into anger. "That won't happen, Shintarō." He established firmly.

"You can't be sure of that."

"I can!" Akashi nearly shouted, his anger rising. He wasn't in the mood for this. He didn't like talking about this in the first place, but especially not right now.

"How do you know?" Shintarō crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat clearly not expecting Akashi to be able to answer.

"Because he and I both care for Tetsuya. Because we already worked things out."

"His existence exists to protect you though, protect you from what you can't handle."

"Which he does by protecting Tetsuya. I know he is a danger to Tetsuya. So does he. He won't come out. It would kill Tetsuya if he showed up, which would hurt me."

Shintarō looked a bit shocked but he nodded. He stood and went around the bed to remove the IV from Akashi's arm when a phone rang.

"Where's my phone?"

"Beside you." Shintarō pointed to the phone on the bedside table and Akashi picked it up. The caller ID read Akashi Masaomi.

"Father? To what do I owe the pleasure?" Akashi answered the phone.

"I thought you should know I have finished going over Kuroko Hiroki's will and the other legal documents. There are no problems."

"Thank you father."

"How are you holding up? How is he?" The voice on the other end sounded unusually carring and sincere throwing Akashi off. His father was usual cold and business like even with his own son. Even when Akashi told him about his and Tetsuya's relationship and when he asked his father for help after Tetsuya's father passed, he had kept things short and businesslike….well minus the initial argument after the first bit of news.

"I didn't think you cared." Akashi replied coolly, earning a strange look from Shintarō who had finished removing the IV.

"You are my son and he is your…..your lover. Of course I care. You are both going through something very difficult. I do worry you know."

"You spoke to mother." Akashi responded dryly.

"Yes."

His mother must have scolded his father about being too cold again. He knew his father probably did care…maybe, but it was usually his mother's doing if he ever showed it.

"We are both doing fine." Akashi answered firmly.

"Don't lie to me son."

"What do you expect me to say father?"

"The truth would be nice."

"The truth?" Akashi was almost starting to sound slightly hysterical.

"Seijūrō dear?" His mother's voice called.

"I'm fine mother, father. I have to go."

"Seij…" Akashi hung up before they could finish and pulled his knees to his chest.

"Akashi?" Shintarō asked cautiously as if he might blow up a mine, which he very well might.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"I'm fine."

"Akashi….."

"I'm going back to Tetsuya." Akashi swung his legs over the bed, thankful his clothes were still on, and left the room before Shintarō could say anything.

Akashi was not fine. Kuroko was not fine. None of them were fine. And none of them knew what to do about it.