THIS CHAPTER IS BASED DIRECTLY THREE HOURS AFTER CHAPTER 13!
Sora has been sleeping and all that and Aeirth, with her maternal instinct, has been holding him and stuff.
We still don't know what happened to Demyx or Zexion…
BUT!
Let's find out, shall we?
Oh yeah, I apologize much for the last chapter to my lovely faithful fan person MinaMina….I didn't want them to be all happy….I'm sorryyyy ….
Zexion's pain is my pain!
I'm sorry Zexy…T-T
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Daddy
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(By the by, this is gonna be Zexion's)
It was cold…very cold…but the silverette could feel himself breathing. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but there continued to be a lingering pain surrounding his chest cavity. His eyes refused to open. He grunted softly with the effort of trying to move. Muscles being too weak to even move his fingers, he tried grunting louder. Maybe Sora was still talking to Demyx…He could hang up the phone and help. Exhaling, he realized his nose was making nothing but a whistle sound and he was unable to grunt.
Zexion's toes were numb.
There were footsteps…somewhere. He didn't understand what was going on. One muffled voice was followed by another. A click resounded in the area around him, as if a door were being opened.
"You can't stay for too long. His body is still under the effect of the drug we had to inject him with. The doctors are hoping he'll wake up soon enough, though." There was a shuffling and the voice got louder. The silverette could feel people in the room. "They say that the heart attack was caused by extreme stress…and apparently heart ailments might very well be genetic. I've just got to check his IV and a few other things, then I'll leave you two alone." Whoever was with the lady wasn't talking…could it be Demyx? He shivered softly, glad that his body still reacted to the cold that way. Zexion tried grunting again. The nurse's gasp then was happy. His eye was gently pried open. He looked around, but was unable to turn his head. The woman holding his eye had long black hair, and dark eyes. She was smiling at him.
"It seems like he's awake, but the drug probably haven't worn off yet. I don't think he's able to move." She looked at whoever else was in the room with her. Zexion exhaled as loudly as he could. He wanted her to tell him what had happened.
"Is he gonna be okay?" That was Sora's voice…only more desolate and hopeless. But, if that was Sora, where was Demyx? The nurse nodded to Sora's question.
"Give me a moment to explain a few things about the situation to him, then I'll leave you guys alone and be back in a bit."
"Yeah…okay…." The brunette's voice was beginning to scare Zexion. Something bad must've happened. The nurse's gaze returned back to the silverette as she released his eyelid. He was glad to find that his eye didn't just close. It stayed half-way open, at least.
"Zexion, hun…?" The teen grunted softly. "Dear, it seems you've had a heart attack. The doctors were actually commenting on how close you also were to a stroke. I don't know what kinda stress has been building up on you, but it's been terrible for your heart, and your mind. Form this day forward the doctors'll be prescribing you a daily blood-thinner to make sure your arteries don't go on the ritz again, and also they're signing you up for some counseling.
"Now, I know it must stink having to go to counseling and all that, but, I'm sure you're not in the mood to get another one of those arterial hemorrhages again. I'll be back in a bit to check on all your vitals and stuff, but for now, I'm gonna let you have some time with your friend." The silverette took a second to soak in the information. Heart attack? Was that what it was? Oh God…counseling…even with stress he wasn't in the mood to talk to some weird person who wanted to know all his dirty little secrets. He grunted…He wanted her to go away. He wanted Sora to tell him something nice. Most of all, he wanted to know if Demyx was here. Zexion wanted to see him. The door clicked again…the nurse lady was gone.
The brunette walked next to the hospital bed…The silverette could see him now.
"Zexion…You okay?" his voice was still quiet and unhappy. The bed ridden teen just stared in response. "I'm just glad you're alive right now…I overheard the people who work here talking to your mom…They were saying that I got you here just in time…Even a minute or so later and you could have died." Zexion would have asked where Demyx was at that point, but his mouth still wouldn't open. He couldn't bring himself to think of anything else. Death would suck if he could never see the blond again. Blinking wasn't an option, even if his eyes were hurting. Sora continued to be silent for a few moments. "About Demyx…"
The silverette panicked the moment those words passed his friend's lips. They were even miserable, distressing, and almost heartbreaking. Whatever breath he could manage increased. This sounded bad.
"I haven't heard any actual news about him…but…" Sora seemed to be choking back a sob. Zexion braced himself. "He was rushed into the same ER you were just a little after we got you here. I'm terrified for him." The silverette tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled yowl of anguish. Demyx was hurt…. Pain flooded the teen's vision. More hurt than I am… He was quite surprised, and slightly aggravated to find that his tear glands were anything but numb. Liquid clouded any world he knew.
And right then and there, he gave up. He stopped feeling, his mind at a pause. If his body wasn't forcing the motion, he would have stopped breathing. Even a heart stopping was nothing compared to the pain of knowing the one he loved might be in agony…Or worse. Dead. Hearing the brunette cry along with him was hindering his ability to stop weeping. He prayed to any God that existed.
Don't let him be dead….and if he is….give whatever may be left of my life to him…
"As soon as his room is open, I'm going to go visit him and figure out whatever I can… Hopefully they let you go soon so you can see for yourself…." Sora's voice seemed to echo and resound everywhere. Zexion's world went black.
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Four hours, seven minutes, and 12 seconds later…
(By the by, this is Demyx's)
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He couldn't move. Vomit felt like it was surfacing…But his body wouldn't let it come out. Wherever he was, it smelled like plastic. The blond set all his available energy on trying to open his eyes. Maybe he could convince that man who had tried to talk to him to give him a ride to Zexion's house. Even if it had been less than a day since he admitted his feelings to the silverette, he could at least be there for him in his time of need.
Collapsing could only mean so many things.
Almost passing out with the effort, his eyes slowly revealed themselves to a nearly blinding light. Glancing around he saw the makings of the average hospital room.
Oh God… he thought softly, So that's what happened… He looked down at himself. There was quite the contraption built around his waist. Demyx tried groaning, only to find himself in pain just at breathing. Assuming his back or spine were somehow damaged, he attempted blinking and staying completely still. The memory of his anatomy classes were enough to give him the common sense not to become panicked in this kind of situation. Movement could cause permanent damage, and that would royally suck. He glanced around again. The room seemed to have been unoccupied since his arrival. That meant no visitor, which meant either:
The doctors didn't know he was awake,
They weren't allowing visitors because his injuries were extremely severe.
Nobody cared enough to visit.
The third option was slightly unrealistic. Even if Zexion were hurt, Sora would definitely come to visit….unless the silverette had died.
Just the thought of Zexion's death was enough to bring a tear to the blonde's eyes. Life without his love was unimaginable. He blinked away the liquid. GOTTA BE POSITIVE, Demyx! He shouted at himself mentally. Thinking that way would only make it hard for both of them to get better.
Besides that, there wasn't anything the blond could really do.
So he waited. Eventually, blinking got easier, so he did it more often.
So far this had been a very strange day.
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SORRY I HAVE TO END IT HERE!!!
I'm really cold and really tired….It seems to be somewhere between 2 AM and 4 AM where I live, so everyone in my family is asleep.
Also, it's really lonely to sit here writing about a wounded Zexy and Dem listening to love songs by Hellogoodbye.
Since it's my winter break, I'll be trying to fit in as much storyline as I can before I go back to school.
I've got a lot to do though, so hopefully we'll at least see chapter fifteen by the fifth.
Love you guys!
Remember- Pressure means faster!
Also, I'm really sorry to those of you whom I haven't replied to your reviews.
My internet is terrible and it doesn't tell me when I get them, or it doesn't send them. I'm sorry…