Makoto had been meeting with Mrs. Amakata at least every other day and each time they talked about roughly the same thing. Each time she would try to convince him that Haruka was not Haruka. Each time Makoto would leave in a terrible mood and each time Nitori would have to help him calm down. But this time was different.

"You seem down." Mrs. Amakata stated, "Do you want to talk about what's wrong?"

Okay, so the questions were basically the same as any other time, but the over all feeling in the room was much different than the usual. It seemed more like the first time they had met.

And her statement was true, Makoto did walk in not exactly the best of moods. What had happened with Haruka the day before was really weighing down on his mind. Truth be told, he definitely did not want to talk about it, but he knew that if he didn't, she wouldn't let him leave on time.

"It's Haruka." Makoto said, staring down at the floor.

"Haruna." she corrected him. He held back from correcting her correction, but not from glaring at her. "What happened?" She asked, closing her eyes.

"He lost his memory."

"Tachibana-kun, he has amnesia. You've known that." She said in a tone that made Makoto feel like he was a child.

"I mean again." He said irritably. "He lost his memory again. He didn't know who I was again. I don't know, it just… I can't help but feel like… Crushed, I guess."

"Crushed?" She wrote something down on that damn clipboard of hers.

"Yes. I don't know how else to describe it. It literally feels like my chest is being pressed down on by an invisible weight." He pressed on his chest for emphasis.

"And what do you think would help?"

"I don't know… I guess if I knew that then I would be doing something about it, huh." He said sarcastically.

"Have you considered moving on?"

Makoto was going to answer, but then he realized what she was getting at. She wanted him to move on from Haruka. To forget about him or think of him as something less important. As if something like that wasn't completely absurd, let alone impossible. In response Makoto folded his arms across his chest and huffed, feeling even more agitated now.

"I will take that as a no." She said, writing something down. She glanced up at the clock. "Well, sadly our time is almost up for today." Yeah, I'm real sad about that. Makoto thought.

Makoto stood up and quickly walked towards the door.

"Wait, I'm not done talking." She stopped him. He rolled his eyes and stopped, his hand already on the door knob. "It appears that you have not shown any signs of improvement, so I'm afraid that I will have to adjust your medication." Not that he would be taking it anyway. "You can go now. I'll see you next time, Tachibana-kun."

"Sure." Makoto grumbled before only half attempting not to slam the door behind him.

Hearing the door close, Nitori shot up from his seat and speed walked over to Makoto. "How did it g-g-go?" He asked, his hands fidgeting in front of him in a folded ball.

"Just peachy." Makoto replied sarcastically.

"What ha-happened?" He furrowed his brows.

"The usual. She is changing my medication."

"Wh-what?! Why?" This apparently struck a nerve in Nitori's anxiety. "Wha-what if it d-d-does something wei-weird to you like m-m-mine did?!" And that was it.

Makoto smiled, "Well you know me."

Nitori looked confused for a moment before he nodded. "Oh, r-right. Uhm…" He looked around, clearly nervous at the topic of Makoto's rule breaking.

"Don't worry about it." Makoto said, ruffling his hair.

"Right…"

"So where's Haruka?"

"Oh, he, uh- I don't know."

"Oh… I'm going to go loo-"

"They say I'm g-getting a new roommate!" Nitori suddenly exclaimed, spinning Makoto around to look at him again.

"Really? That's great." Makoto smiled further, knowing that having someone else in the room with him would help Nitori after hours. Luckily he didn't have any more panic attacks after the first one, because the next day they switched his medication back to what he had before. Makoto wondered if they were trying to see if it would work better for him or if it was a stupid mistake.

"Yes. I d-don't know w-who it is, though. Wha-what if they're m-m-mean? What if th-they d-d-don't like m-me?" It was clear that this was something that Nitori had been fretting about for a while, as shown by the way he started fidgeting even more than he already was as he spoke.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. You've not exactly an unlikable person. And I don't think they would put a hostile patient in a room with someone else, and especially not someone like… Well, like you."

Nitori looked up and saw the serious look on Makoto's face, but it didn't seem to be helping all that much. "I-I don't know… They've d-do-done it be-before…"

"Really…? Wow…" Makoto shook his head.

"I-I'm just worried that that will happen-"

Nitori was cut off by the sound of the doors to the cafeteria opening. They both turned to see Haruka being pushed in a wheelchair by a nurse. He had his feet up on the seat and legs pulled tightly to him, his face being hidden in his knees.

"Not again…" Nitori whispered underneath his breath, but Makoto still heard it.

He watched as the nurse pushed Haruka into their room and closed the door behind them.

"What's going on?" Makoto asked, his tone now less calm and collected. Nitori looked at him with worried eyes, but said nothing. "Nitori, if you know something, tell me."

"I-I don't know a-anything." Nitori's eyes looked away. It was obvious that he was lying and it infuriated Makoto. What if something was really wrong with Haruka and Makoto couldn't do anything about it because he didn't know!? And what if something terrible happened because he couldn't do anything about it?

He grabbed Nitori by the shoulders and gripped him tightly, earning a little yelp from the smaller boy. "Nitori." Makoto said through his teeth, "I know that you know something. Now tell me."

Nitori winced, "I-I'm not sure I-I should s-sa-say." Makoto glared down at him and held him tighter, taking a few steps forward. "T-Tachibana-k-kun, you're s-s-scaring m-me!"

Makoto knew exactly what he was doing, but only continued to look fierce, even pushing Nitori up against the wall. "Then tell me!"

"S-s-someone came to vi-visit him." Nitori gave in, squeezing his eyes shut, tears streaming down his cheeks, "It's no-ot the fi-fi-first time he ended up l-like that after seeing a visi-tor."

"What do you mean not the first time? This is the first time he's had a visitor!"

"I-I'm sorry, b-b-but no, it i-isn't."

"Who was it?"

"I-I-I don't know."

"Yes you do!" Makoto violently slammed Nitori back against the wall.

"Hey!" A male nurse suddenly appeared behind Makoto and tried to pry his hands away from Nitori, and for a brief moment Makoto thought about listening, but he needed to know!

His grip tightened even further around Nitori in resistance. "Just tell me!"

Nitori's words came out quick and jumbled, hard to understand. "I'm sorry don't be mad please really don't know it's my fault all my fault I'm scared I'm sorry so please-"

"Can I get some help over here! I've got a violent patient who needs to be subdued!" The nurse shouted, simply trying to pull Makoto and Nitori apart. He was joined by two more nurses who pried him off and held his arms down as a third injected something into his arm.

He started feeling weak, his grip on Nitori finally loosening. Nitori sunk to the floor, covering his face with his hands as the nurses pulled Makoto away from him.

"No!" Makoto exclaimed, trying to struggle against those restraining him. "I have to know, Nitori! If I don't it's your fault! It would be your fault!" His muscles slowly started to not listen to him and his words became slower and began to slur.

He didn't even know why he was angry anymore. It was so stupid of him. Sure, it wasn't exactly a small reason, but the fact that it was aimed entirely at Nitori of all people. The poor thing was probably having a heart attack! Makoto realized this and yet there he was, yelling at his anxiety ridden friend about something he probably couldn't do anything about in the first place. But for some reason Makoto couldn't stop. He just kept yelling and trying to get at him with all his might until he completely went out.

A/N: So, short chapter but... well, you can say things are getting kind of heated, yeah?

I feel like I should mention that most of the nurses I have mentioned in this fic have not been too kind, which is a poor portrayal as to how most nurses would actually be. In chapter 7, I purposely wrote them to be that way because, based on what I have read, there have been cases where on the weekends the people who are meant to take care for the patients care less/don't know what they are doing. (Unfortunately I can't seem to find any of the articles I had read before as reference...)

Anyway, hopefully some things will be answered in the next chapter, but I'm sure this one probably brought on more. So, again, if there is anything you would like to ask, I can probably answer or at least try!