Once again Hisoka found himself waking up lying on a white bed in an equally white hospital room, but this time a mask was over his face pumping oxygen into his lungs and an IV needle in his arm providing fluids. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the uncomfortable bright light. His mouth was incredibly dry and his throat was sore.

"What do you mean his panic attack caused the pills to circulate faster in his system? These pills are made for people who have panic attacks. I counted the pills too, he didn't even take that many."

Hisoka recognized Killua's voice. He was yelling at someone.

"Come down young man," said a woman. "The doctor is just trying to help your friend."

"These pills are incredibly strong. It only takes a few to overdose" another foreign male voice said.

Oh, so he overdosed on pills. Pathetic, Hisoka thought.

"After we pumped his stomach his vitals stabilized."

That would explain why his throat hurt so much. They stuck a tube down his mouth. Then again he did nearly get chocked to death earlier today or was it yesterday? How long has he been knocked out?

"He should make a full recovery. I would recommend checking him into a rehabilitation clinic if this a common thing for him."

"Don't try to blame him. The warning on these pills are vague and misleading"

Hisoka heard the bottle of pills being thrown at the wall and smiled. He didn't realize Killua worried so much about him, or would defend him so fiercely. Later he would make sure to tease him over it.

"It's not the doctor's fault Killua, its mine" Gon said. "I should have gone with him. I knew he was having a panic attack but I let him go off on his own. I thought I was respecting his pride because he wanted to bare it alone. He didn't want us to see him like that and I didn't stop him. He almost died because of it."

Hisoka wanted to tell Gon it wasn't his fault. It was an accident, but those pills must still be affecting him because his body felt too heavy to move, much less speak. Killua beat him to it.

"It's not your fault Gon. Hisoka almost dies on a daily bases. It's his thing. If you want to blame something blame those tiny warning labels. They're not even red or in bold."

A small chuckle notified them that the magician was awake.

"Hisoka are you ok?" Gon asked worriedly.

He could only respond with a nob.

"Doctor said the numbness should wear off in a few hours so try not to move," Killua informed.

Hisoka looked around. It didn't look like the hospital he first woke up in.

"We are still at the airport. They have a tiny hospital here. We didn't have enough time to take you to the other one but luckily they had all the tools needed to treat you. You've been out for twelve hours."

Hisoka's eyes widen. They needed to leave now. The phantom troupe would find them soon.

"Don't worry we still haven't been found yet. Killua is constantly surveying the area." Gon placed a cold folded towel on his forehead.

"Speaking of which, I'm going to go do another round and check on my sister." said assassin said before leaving.

He looked towards Gon "W-we need -to go" Hisoka managed to say.

"We are, we needed the doctor's permission before we could leave. He wouldn't sign you over till you woke up." Gon brought over a wheelchair.

Using his nen Gon carefully picked up Hisoka and transferred him to the chair, much to the embarrassment of the older male.

"Killua and Alluka will meet us on the plane. We should be in the air in less than half an hour.

A sleepy-eyed nurse came in pushing a food cart. "Mr. Frezze, here are the release papers for your friend." She gently pulled the oxygen mask off Hisoka. "As protocol demands, I will accompany you to the plane and perform one last check of his vitals."

"Do you have to? I can take him by myself."

"Sorry, but its a mandatory procedure." She pulled out a needle and injected the contents into Hisoka's IV cable. "This is to make sure he doesn't have any more panic attacks on the plane. He should fall asleep for the duration of the flight."

Admittedly that was probably for the best. He could already feel himself getting nauseous just thinking about flying.

The nurse also handed Gon two plastic containers of apple sauce. "Make sure he eats one when he wakes up. It will help him gain back his strength. You can have the other one."

"Thank you, I haven't eaten since we've been here." Gon opened the container and slurp down the apple sauce.

Hisoka would have reminded him of his manners if he wasn't so sleepy. Those sedatives work fast, faster than the pills.

Gon started to push Hisoka down the hall while the nurse followed closely behind pushing the IV bag.

"So where are you guys going?" The nurse asked.

"Just visiting my hometown" Gon replied.

"That's nice, and does your friend often get these panic attacks?"

"No" Gon yawned. "There now, he recently went threw some trauma." He looked down at Hisoka who had already fallen asleep. "He used to be the bravest guy in the world. Nothing scared him. He was getting better but than there was... an accident. I think all the process we made was destroyed because of it."

"What kind of trauma did Hisoka go threw?"

Gon rubbed his eyes, he hadn't slept in a full day and it was getting to him. "It happened in a fight... wait how do you know his..." Gon fell to the floor. His head felt so heavy he could barely lift it. The nurse looked down at him with empty eyes.

"Don't worry, its just sedative." The nurse grabbed the handles of Hisoka's chair and started pushing him down the hall. Now behind her Gon could see the needle-like devices in her neck.

"Thanks for the plane and don't worry, well take good care of Hisoka". The voice that came out her mouth wasn't hers but a man. It was cheery and oddly playfully for the situation.

"No, stop" Gon helplessly watched as the nurse took his friend away.

...,.

Chrollo waited in the plane with the rest of the Phantom Troupe. The planes staff has quickly been disposed of and tossed out the door. Chrollo sat near the window looking just as composed and in control as he always appears. Inside he was anxiously waiting for Shalnark to return with their prey.

He didn't have to wait long because the blond man came up the ramp pushing an unconscious Hisoka.

"Special delivery" he chuckled. Feitan was about to slice into Hisoka but Chrollo held up his hand ordering stopped him. The smaller man grumbled and sat on the other side of the lounge.

"Why was he even in the medical center? If he had just taken the plane earlier we would have lost him." Machi asked. She flicked the unconscious man's forehead. Shalnark handed her a folder.

"He was having a panic attack and overdosed on pills."

Phinks laughed. "Was he that terrified of us finding him? Guess he's all talk and no bark."

Shalnark shook his head. "I couldn't get all the details but according to the kid, Hisoka was in some fight that resulted in his odd behavior."

Chrollo was assessing each possibility he could think of. Was it possible Hisoka lost a fight so bad it scarred him mentally? It seemed unlikely. This had to be a result of a special nen ability. Maybe a manipulator or specialist. Whoever this mystery person was, they had to be quite skilled to get the drop on Hisoka. He was reluctant to admit it but the clown was a skilled fighter.

"I left the nurse back there. I figured we don't need her anymore."

"Any trouble?" Chrollo walked up to them. Crouching down he stared intensely at the sleeping man. Hisoka looked so peaceful. The clown had no idea what kind of situation he was in. He went to sleep thinking he was in the care of his friends. Imagine his shock when he wakes up chained in a cold dark cell. Chrollo couldn't wait to see the confusion and fear consume him when the clown realized where he was. His eyes wandered down to the other's neck. He smiled seeing the dark black and red marks he had put there himself. They were just as pretty as he envisioned. Chrollo resisted the urge to caress the bruised skin in front of his spiders.

"Nope, everybody trusts nurses." Shalnark parked Hisoka in a corner. "Machi's drug worked like a charm. They both fell right asleep, thou the little boy lasted longer than Hisoka."

"The baby Zoldyck is still around" Phinks warned.

"Get us off the ground Shalnark. Machi, bind him" Chrollo ordered.

Chrollo sat back down on the sofa and started reading one of his books. Occasionally his eyes would drift back to Hisoka.

...

Hisoka started to stir five hours later. He woke up to a pulsing pain around his hands. Threads were wrapped around his wrist pinning them to the armrest of the wheelchair. With his mind still foggy he barley felt the needle pierce his skin. A petite hand was holding his arm still.

"Machi?" he whispered. That pink hair was unmistakable.

"Shhh, sleep while you still can." she looked towards her fellow Phantom Troupe members. Besides Chrollo, many they had fallen asleep. The leader was watching them carefully but did not attempt to make his presence known.

"My wrist, they hurt" he wined.

"Why are you acting so weird?"

Hisoka managed a chuckle "I pissed off the wrong women". He looked at his swollen skin again. "Please..."

Machi sighed and loosened the threads. Hisoka would go threw plenty of pain later. Chrollo was planning to let Feitan interrogate him.

"Thank you," he said uncharacteristically. "Are the kids still alive?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

He let out a relieved sigh before falling asleep again.

Hisoka looked different without his makeup. Admittedly he was an attractive man. Such a shame he wouldn't be this pretty for long. Then again maybe not, she had noticed that Chrollo hasn't taken his eyes off Hisoka. As brilliant tactician as she was, even she couldn't make sense of this. Or maybe she just didn't want to admit their admired and loved leader craved such a depraved individual. All she knew was that Hisoka sounded pretty cute when wines.