I'm alive! This I really late, I know, an I'm sorry. I was sick till Wednesday with the flu, and getting ready for Anime Matsuri has got me incredibly busy ;w; thank you for the reviews, they're what made me get off my butt and finish this story. And to the sweetheart who asked if I was okay, I'm fine, just a little congested and tired.

Next chapter will probably be late since I'm going to be gone for five days for the anime convention, and as soon as I get back from that I have constant dress rehearsals then a play. Wish me luck ;w;

Anyway, enjoy!

Yukimi took another worried glance at the two boys in the backseat of his car. Miharu was staring out of the window, every so often fidgeting and looking at down at Yoite out of the corners of his eyes.

Yoite was laying on the seat with his eyelids half open. The mood was tense. Miharu was acting weird; avoiding Yoite as much as he could but watching him with concern when the older boy's back was turned. Yoite's body language said fear in bold letters. Neither of the teenagers would tell him what had happened.

Yukimi had gotten a call from Miharu asking for him to bring the two of them to the hospital, his voice laced with fear and sorrow. The writer had stood up from his office chair, told one of his coworkers that he was leaving early today, and made his legs walk slowly and causally on his way to the door. Yukimi looked back at the road and sighed quietly.

A few minutes later he pulled up in front of the hospital. It was a large, light gray, sanitary looking building with a clean, extensive parking lot. Yoite hated places like this, and Yukimi could see why; it was a terrifying place. Yukimi ran a hand through his blond hair, turned off the car engine, and opened the car door. Yukimi's eyes met Miharu's eyes when he opened the car and bent down to slide an arm under his ward. He gave a small, reassuring nod towards the fourteen year-old before gently picking up the other teenager. Blue eyes, which had been closed, opened against Yukimi's shoulder. He felt a whisper against the fabric of his shirt, but couldn't make out the words.

"What was that?" Yukimi asked softly while he walked towards the foreboding hospital, being careful as not to bump Yoite's ankle. "Yukimi-san..." Breathed Yoite, his voice full of fear.

"I don't wanna go in there."

"Why? You need to get that leg checked out!"

"Miharu... He'll hate me." Yoite said frantically, his voice quiet because he didn't want the boy who was walking five feet behind them to hear.. Yukimi stopped walking.

"Yoite... What are you talking about?" The blond's thoughts were whirling. Had the two had a fight? What was this all about?

"I'm a freak..." Yoite whispered sadly, sounding like he was about to cry. "Just because you're a little different doesn't make you a freak. And we have to go in there so they can fix you up, I can't have my family injured!"

Yoite smiled weakly at that. "Family..." He whispered. Yukimi opened the door to the emergency room quickly, Miharu right after him. He set Yoite down on a chair, signaling for Miharu to stand next to the sixteen year-old, and went to the reception desk. The nurse behind it quickly called someone over her headset. From what they heard, it sounded like she was making sure a doctor was free. "Age?" She spoke quickly and curtly, leaving Yukimi little time to answer as she filled out a patient information sheet with her manicured nails. "Sixteen." "Are you his guardian?" Yukimi nodded quickly. "Name?" "Yukimi Kazuhiko." "Does he have any allergies?" "No." "Okay, you can fill this out after he is treated. Take him through those doors and down the hall, third door on your left. The doctor will be with you as soon as possible." Yukimi nodded and helped Yoite up, allowing him to lean heavily on the older man. Miharu held open the door the nurse had indicated.

Once they were inside the room Yoite sat down on the operating table, exhausted. Yukimi looked around warily. The room was white, completely white. The small sink in the corner was white, the operating table Yoite was resting on was white, and the floor was white. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Yukimi stood to open it. Yoite took a deep breath and looked over to the younger boy standing against the white wall.

"Miharu..." He whispered- pleaded. Yukimi watched as Miharu walked over to Yoite and took his hand, squeezing gently. The writer looked away and let the doctor into the room.

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When Yoite woke up his ankle hurt. Not as much as before, but if was definitely noticeable. The doctor had given him anesthesia while he put a cast on the ankle, and Yoite still felt slow because of the drug. He tried to open his eyes, but the bright light coming from the ceiling hurt his eyes. Why was it so bright? Yoite didn't understand.

Slowly, he became aware of a hand holding his own. Yoite squeezed it weakly, and the hand squeezed back gently. Yoite smiled a little, the hand was warm and it felt nice.

"Yoite, are you awake?" Yoite tried to open his eyes again, this time succeeding in getting them to stay open.

"Miharu..." Yoite felt and thumb stroke the back of his hand soothingly.

"I'm right here, Yoite." The injured boy turn his head in the direction that the voice came from. It was going to be okay, Miharu was here. Miharu who had the adorable messy hair and the beautiful green eyes. Miharu who he loved, Miharu who-

The events of that day came rushing back to Yoite all at once. Two tears ran down his left cheek. He was going to die. He was going to leave Miharu. Yoite quickly pushed those thoughts away, it wasn't Miharu's fault.

Instead he tried to focus on his surroundings. The walls were white, and the floor was white. It was painfully bright for his sleepy eyes. He was wearing a light blue hospital gown; Miharu had helped him change into it at the request of the doctor. What if... Yoite felt sick, Miharu must have noticed! But... He didn't seem to hate him... Yoite didn't understand. He looked up at Miharu's face for answers, but found none. Maybe he would ask Yukimi... His eyes searched the room for Yukimi, not finding the bright blond hair anywhere on the side of the room he could see.

"Yukimi..."

"I'm right over here, kid." Yoite looked over to see his guardian sitting on the other side of the hospital bed. He looked tired. "I see how it is. I give you food, a place to live transportation... And I'm still second!" Yukimi said in a fake offended tone.

"Jealous, Yukimi? Of course I'm more important." Miharu stuck his chest out regally. Yoite smiled at the exchange, he knew they were trying to cheer him up. Yukimi smiled softly back. "You wanna go home?" Yoite nodded. "Okay, I'll go tell the nurse that you're awake and get you medicine from her. You get dressed. And then we'll go home."

There's a possibility of a lemon next chapter, depending on what you guys think. So tell me in a review, lemon or no lemon? I'll go with whatever side has more votes.

Have a great day you guys :)