(A/Ns: 6 days and I am back! This was so fun to write, not gonna lie. But at the same time, there is some emotional stuff thrown in there. I think I agree with you guys when you mentioned the contrast of comedy to depressing-ness. This chapter is mainly Oz and Elliot, with a little bit of Leo. Oh, and yes; I truly believe that Oz would say something like "pretending-to-be-okay-ness" I can literally hear him saying it. I hope to get one more chapter in before the Christmas chapter, which I'll write before but upload on Christmas day!

Please review! I already know that there's a few people following, but if anyone else if reading i'd love to know what you think!

Trigger warnings: eating disorders, medication, some sexual scenes/references

Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts or any of the characters)

~Chapter Fourteen: Room Change~

"Nhn… Elliot… n-not there…" Leo grunted, shifting slightly underneath Elliot's weight.

"Oh, sorry," the blonde apologised, moving himself to the left a little so that he was not straddling the others hip bones, but just below on his thighs instead. He smiled down at Leo, placing his lips back onto his and thrusting his tongue back into the other's mouth. Leo chuckled a little, biting Elliot's lower lip teasingly as he brought a hand up and scrunched in in Elliot's hair.

All of a sudden, Elliot and Leo both heard the door click and open. Leo's eyes widened as he saw Lacie and another patient step inside the room, hastily shoving Elliot off of his lap, who collapsed back onto the bed next to him and tried to act natural.

Considering both boys were panting, with their faces bright red, they were failing to act casual.

After a few seconds, Elliot and Leo had regained their composure, and they looked up to see the two adults standing there. Lacie, who just raised her eyebrows, seemed rather unfazed by walking in on them making out. However, the other boy was blushing even more than Leo and Elliot, and looked as though he were about to have a nosebleed.

"Well then…" Lacie broke the silence, her arms still crossed over judgementally "Leo, Elliot; this is Oz. He's 18. Before I explain the situation, may I speak to Leo outside for a second?"

Leo looked up hesitantly for a bit, before slowly standing up and glancing at Elliot before following Lacie out of the room. She shut the door behind them, leaning on the wall and facing Leo.

"Okay," Lacie began, "Sharon told me of the incident a few days ago, and we've been told to closely monitor you, since it's obvious that you aren't cooperating with the help we're offering you."

Leo nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Now, as of now, you're going to be temporarily switching rooms. There are two reasons for this," she explained, closely watching the sudden distressed look on Leo's face, "Firstly, the room you're switching with will have 4 people instead of two, which means you'll have more people closely watching you and supporting you. They've all been told everything. Secondly, you may or may not have been told yet, but Elliot was sent to this centre because his parents thought that he suffered from separation anxiety, which means he suffers from panic attacks when he's not around someone he trusts. His therapist is rather concerned that he may have become attached to you, which completely defeats the point of him being here. So, to make sure everything is ok, we're going to switch your room for a few days."

"… A-Am I still on that diet plan?" Leo asked quietly, pretty much ignoring what Lacie had explained.

"Yes, you are. Oh, and that's another thing," she said, lowering her voice so that the people inside the room couldn't hear, "Can you tell me, honestly, whether you've purged since the incident a few nights ago?"

"…"

"Leo, the room change will be permanent if you don't answer me with the truth."

"… Yes," he whimpered, shielding his face from her view.

She sighed, realising that he was going to be difficult to cooperate with, even with the extra support, "How many times and when?"

"Um… most nights… when Elliot is asleep…"

"Well, we'll deal with this another time; I need to break the news to Elliot."

"C-can you not tell Elliot about me… purging?" Leo requested, almost inaudibly, "… I promised him I wouldn't, but…"

"I won't tell him about any of that," Lacie smiled down at him, opening the door and letting him back into the room. A second later, she pulled Elliot outside, facing him as she leaning back against the door, "Leo's moving room."

"What?!" Elliot yelled in outrage, "Where is this coming from?"

"Well, to explain it bluntly, he needs extra monitoring for his eating disorders and diet plan, which is why he's moving to a room with 4 people. As for you, your therapist seems to be concerned that you've become overly dependent on Leo because of your separation anxiety."

Elliot scoffed, "Tch. Bullshit."

"Language," she warned, "Anyway, it's just a precaution. It's only temporary, and he'll most likely move back in with you in a few days. We just need to get a better analysis of both your and his behaviour, and the only way to do that is to separate the two of you."

"Ugh, that's so shit," Elliot cursed, "So this 'Oz' kid is going to be my new roommate?"

"Yes."

"Damn it."

…..

After a little more explaining to Oz, Leo and Elliot, Leo finally left the room and was taken to the other room. Once he arrived with all of his stuff, he was welcomed by three people who he'd never really interacted with before, called Gilbert, Vincent and Jack.

Of course, Leo being Leo, he refused to speak to any of them, and simply flopped down onto his bed and buried his face in a book.

Meanwhile in their room, Oz was attempting to make small talk with Elliot.

It wasn't very successful.

"So…" Oz tried again, hoping to learn a little about his new roommate's interests, "What kind of music do you like?"

"I don't really listen to music," Elliot deadpanned.

"Oh… Do you play any instruments?"

"Piano."

"Nice…"

Elliot sighed at Oz's pathetic attempt to make conversation, simply reaching over to his night stand and retrieving a book. He opened it to the last page he was on, the cover of the book barely visible.

"Hey," Oz called after a minute or so of silence, "Is that Holy Knight?"

"Yeh, what of it?" Elliot retorted.

"Ahh!" Oz's eyes lit up, "I loooovvvvvvveeeeee Holy Knight! It's my favourite series ever!"

"Good for you," Elliot replied, but this time he seemed slightly more intrigued, "Who's your favourite character?"

"Oh myyy!~ I love Edgar! His consideration for others and selflessness is just admirable, and he always puts himself before others!"

Elliot screwed his face up gradually throughout Oz's character analysis before grunting, "No offense but, trash fans of Edgar like you just make me want to puke!"

Oz stared at the other in astonishment, "W-what?"

"Firstly, there's the irritating dedication to his master, which always got the both them in dangerous situations! Then, there's that self-sacrificial non-sense where he always acts like the last priority in everything. He never values his own life and those who care about him always get hurt when he pulls some random bullshit! And finally, there's the stupid fact that when he died, he did it protecting his master! He gave his own fucking life to keep his master alive! Seriously, Edgar is just trash- Oz? What…?"

Elliot had halted his speech when he noticed Oz's eyes widen dramatically, his mouth hanging open, "E-E-Edgar… dies…?"

"What?" Elliot threw him a bemused look, "It happened at the end of volume 17! How could you, as a fan, not know that?"

"Ah! Shut up!" Oz whined, "I don't get to read it often! I was only up to volume 8!"

"Well… as a fan, I just presumed you read it."

"Yeh but….! Call spoiler alert next time you do something like that!"

"What?! You can't possibly blame this on me! It's your own fault if you're a slow reader!"

"Ahhhhh!" Oz collapsed onto his bed, "Well, that's just ruined Holy Knight for me!"

"Well, there's a lot that happens after Edgar's life regarding Edwin-"

"NOOOO!" Oz yelled protectively, flailing his arms around in the air, "Don't tell me anymore!"

"Whatever. People who like trash like Edgar don't matter anyway…" Elliot muttered under his breath.

Unfortunately, Oz still heard him, and sat up on his bed, "I'm just curious… why do you hate Edgar so much? I mean… most readers prefer him to Edwin, but…"

Elliot shifted uncomfortably, "People… who don't value their own lives, should not have the right to protect anyone…"

The room promptly fell into an awkward silence, Oz sensing that he may have asked a question which pried for too much information. Nevertheless, he dismissed it, hoping that Elliot's soreness would die over time.

…..

He was very wrong.

The afternoon continued throughout the thick silence, neither saying a word, despite both being taken away to various therapy rooms multiple times.

At around dinner time, Oz returned to their room to find Elliot sitting on the bed, uncertainty spread across his face as he stared down at something small between his hands.

"Um… are… you okay?" Oz asked hesitantly, aware of how bitter the other blonde was as he slowly approaching him, "What is that?"

Elliot jumped at the sound of Oz's voice, "Oh… right… It's nothing."

Oz raised an eyebrow, noting how panicked Elliot looked. He glanced down, only then noticing that he was shaking, "It's not nothing," Oz intervened, "You're shaking. Stop pretending to be okay! I already had to deal with Gil's moping and Jack's pretending-to-be-okay-ness. Not you!"

"It's none of your business," Elliot groaned, but was internally embarrassed that Oz had noticed how nervous he seemed.

"Ahhh!" Oz whined, sitting down on the bed next to Elliot. Just as he sat down, he noticed as Elliot's eyes widened slightly as he laughed through his nose, but he decided to dismiss it, continuing on with what he was saying, "Now, tell me what is wrong."

Elliot sighed, realising that he simply didn't have the willpower to argue at the moment; his anxiety was eating him alive, "W-when I went to therapy, t-they gave me Xanax… and told me to take it. Because… apparently, I-I'm not getting better."

"Oh… And you don't want to take it?"

Elliot shook his head, breathing deeply and burying his face in his hands.

"If you don't mind me asking… why don't you want to take them?"

"Because… once I take them, it declares me as truly mentally sick… I-I… I refuse to accept that."

"You're just being stubborn," Oz smiled, trying to make the slightly offensive comment seem like some form of help, "I don't know who it is that you're stressing over right now, but I can tell your anxiety is really getting to you. If you take the medication, I bet you'll feel better."

Elliot sighed in defeat, "It's… Leo."

"Oh… in what way are you concerned?"

"Well… I can't keep any eye on him. I'm worried he'll continue purging, and it'll kill him… I miss him."

"I'm sure he's fine," Oz said soothingly, before his lips twitched into a sadistic smile, "If Gil doesn't look after him properly, he'll have hell to pay…"

"Right…" Elliot stared at the other, tossing the unopened box of Xanax aside, "I'll get through this bullshit on my own."

"You sure?"

"Yeh… I'll be fine."

"Heard that one too many times…" Oz muttered under his breath, "So, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly is Leo to you?"

Elliot felt himself blush as he looked away, "What… what do you mean by that?"

"Well…" Oz could also sense his face heating up as he spoke, "When we walked in, the two of you were… well, kinda making out."

"Yeh, and?" Elliot retorted bitterly, but could already detect straight where this conversation was heading.

"It's just… a bit shocking to walk into… I mean, it was two guys on top of e-each other-"

"What difference does it make that we're gay?!" Elliot blurted out, blushing madly once he'd realised what he'd just shouted.

"N-n-no! No that's not what I meant!" Oz's arms flailed around madly, "I-it would be just as weird if it were a guy and a girl! It's just… you're 16… and you were making out pretty intensely…"

"Tch… yeh… so?"

"I just wanted to know what he is to you," Oz explained, "Are you going out or what?"

"Um… w-we haven't really talked about that…" Elliot admitted, still burning up.

"Well… how did it become that way?"

"I saw his eyes one day… his personality was so demanding, I thought he was cute in some weird way," Elliot grabbed a pillow from the end of the bed, holding it over his crotch, "… He told me he was gay, I knew I'd at least been bisexual for a while… and I guess it went from there…"

Oz panicked a little when he saw how Elliot had hastily concealed his jeans, but brushed it off as he asked, "So wait… when we walked in, what was all that about?"

"We usually just get busy when the time is right… or when we're bored. This morning we were just bored, I guess."

Oz raised an eyebrow quizzically, "And what exactly do you mean by 'get busy'?"

The other started blushing again, his cheeks tinted redder than before. He briefly questioned why he was telling Oz all of this, but then realised that just talking about Leo made him slightly calmer… and aroused, "U-usually just making out and stuff…"

"Oh right… good," Oz chuckled, slightly relieved, "At least you haven't had sex…"

At the mention of intercourse, Elliot's entire face turned crimson, and his eyes doubled in size. His mind flashed back to being on top of Leo a couple of weeks ago, and he glanced down at the pillow and pressed down harder in order to conceal his arousal, "Um… yeh… a-a-about that…"

Oz's eyes expanded wider than Elliot's at the revelation, "Wait… huh?! What?! The… t-the two of you… had…"

"Yeh…"

Elliot chuckled slightly at the look of utter disgust on Oz's face. Oz, on the other hand, could barely move as he felt blood trickle out of his nose. He gasped, lifting a hand to his nose and stared at Elliot, "Huh?!"

"Relax, it was only once," Elliot defended, and then stood up, turning his back to Oz instantly as he headed towards the bathroom. Just before he walked inside, he smirked, turning around to face the still frozen Oz. He figured he could freak him out just once more before sorting himself out, "Oh, and, P.S… I was on top."

Oz couldn't stop himself from letting out an involuntary squeal as he heard the door slam, resting his face in his hands as he sighed, "Ugh… where's Gil when I need him?"

….

Three days had passed since the room change, and the nurses had already given up.

"They're impossible," Lacie groaned, leaning against the wall in Sharon's office, "We're going to have to change them back."

"Why?" Sharon asked.

"Well, Elliot seems to have somehow mentally scarred Oz," Lacie explained, the sarcasm in her voice obvious, "And according to Jack, Leo's been purging every single night when he thinks they're all asleep."

"And you think this will have a good impact on Elliot?"

"I asked Oz, and he said Elliot had eventually given in and taken the Xanax right before he was about to have a panic attack. Or at least, that's what Oz told me. As for Leo, we can always go to the last resort."

"Marinol?" Sharon confirmed, sorting through the medication cabinet and pulling out the pills, "Okay, you go break the news."

Lacie took the small box, nodded and exited the room.

Once she arrived at Elliot's room, she clicked the lock open, grabbing Oz and his stuff and heading down to his old room where Leo currently was. The second they'd left the room, Lacie noticed as Oz let out a large sigh of relief, but decided against questioning it.

She knocked on the guys' room, letting Oz in and grabbing all of their attention.

"Okay, Leo," she began, grabbing the bag of clothes which hadn't even been unpacked, "You're coming with me. Bring your stuff; you're going back to Elliot."

Leo leapt up instantly, grabbing the bag and racing down the corridor. However, once he reached Elliot's room, he felt Lacie grab his wrist.

"Leo," she said sternly, "I need to talk to you before you go back in there."

The noirette gulping, slowly nodding as he leant against the wall.

She continued, "Jack has told me about you purging every night. Leo, you need to understand that if you don't stop, you will end up killing yourself."

Leo sniffed, nodding acceptingly as a single tear rolled down his face, "I-I'm trying… to stop."

"Good. Now we're going to help you," Lacie told him, pulling out the box of medication from her pocket, "This is Marinol. Usually, it's used to treat patients who are receiving chemotherapy, as it stops nausea and makes it difficult to vomit. Now, in your situation, it'll make it very difficult and painful for you to make yourself sick. Also, it's an appetite stimulant as well, meaning you'll be in a lot of pain if you don't eat."

Leo hesitated for a bit, before taking the box and walking back into the room. The second he walked inside, his wrist was pulled against the wall by Elliot, who held him tight against the plasterboard before smirking, and shoving him back against the bed.

"Woah, someone's eager," Leo teased, discretely placing the pills in his pocket.

"Hm, I've been bored for 3 days, so you've got a lot of time to make up for by entertaining me."

Leo giggled, pulling Elliot's head down towards his, happily allowing Elliot's tongue to brush past his.

Meanwhile, outside of the room, Lacie was still leaning against the door, ear pressed against the wood as she listened to the two of them. She laughed a little, walking away and shaking her head, "Now I think I understand why Oz was so disturbed after spending 3 days in that room…"

(A/Ns: Who else could physically feel Oz's awkwardness in that middle scene? And, if any of you have the same dirty mind as me, you'll know what Elliot went to do in the bathroom after their conversation ;D)