A White Room Full of Darkness
Disclaimer: Still not my characters, but loved like they are my own.
Shuichi POV
The early morning sunlight entered the overly white hospital room. It was almost blindingly white. The only sense of color were the used bandaged covered in brown, dried blood and the occupants.
Shuichi slowly opened his eyes despite they burned. He lifted his slender arm to shade his eyes from the trespassing rays only to find that he could move. Attempting to raise his arms again, they didn't move. Slowly, he rolled his head to his right side and saw the restraints that were put on him. The dark brown leather harness hurt his wrists, even though there is soft padding lining each cuff. Shuichi rolled his head to the left and examined the other cuff that restrained him. Underneath the cuff, he noticed bandages.
"Bandages…. Guess that went terribly wrong."
"There was a way to go right?"
Shocked into the rest of reality, Shuichi followed the voice till his amethyst eyes locked with the golden eyes watching him.
"You…. YOU! GET OUT!"
"Shu, listen to me."
"No, now leave."
"I'm not leaving you, not like this, not again."
"If I remember correctly, Yuki, I left."
"Yes, well, that doesn't matter. My point is; I won't ever let you go again."
Shuichi turned his head away from Yuki, holding back tears. The tears of frustration, pain, years old emotional scars, and more recent physical ones. A creek from the door alerted the two former lovers that they have company. Shuichi's eyes brightened as he saw his Mina.
"Oh, Shu! I came as soon as I got the call from the hospital. I didn't know that you have me as your emergency contact."
"I've been watching over him. I have this all taken care of."
"Yuki, right? Well, thanks for keeping an eye on him, but now I'm here and will continue his care."
"Mina's right, I'll be fine. Please leave."
With a heavy sigh, he knew that Shuichi wanted Mina around instead of him. Yuki rose from his seat and left the hospital.
Yuki POV
Yuki sat in his expensive, black BMW, he cried. He cried ever tear from three years ago to now.
"Why won't he give me a chance to explain? I….I….I don't know. I still love him with all my heart, but he seems to despise me. What do I do?"
Starting the engine, the renowned novelist began driving a familiar path, to the one relief he has, alcohol.
Shuichi POV
Watching Yuki leave, Shuichi felt compelled to run to him, hold his former lover. All he could do is feel himself cry.
"Shu, what's wrong? How did you end up here?"
"Well, simply put, I tried to die."