The long awaited diagnosis…I have to say I'm a bit surprised no one got it, but that's okay, seeing as half the people that _have_ it don't know it. Ah well, I'll just have to write my own lemon sometime… don't worry I will post it… heck, I might even be able to work it into this fic, now that I've gotten a hold of some of the remixes (particularly remix 7). Inspiration…it might work! What are you still reading this for? Read the fic!!!

I woke up with the scent of antiseptic assaulting my nostrils, and, surprisingly, if you considered the past few days…weeks…events, did not have any urge to toss my cookies. It was nice…my headache was gone too. I sighed and shifted to get more comfortable in what I knew to be a hospital bed, feeling my hand move funny. I brought it up for inspection, not an effortless action in the least, apparently my legarthy had not worn off yet, and found it to be bandaged with an intravenous needle attached. It was gross. I don't have a big fear of needles, but I definitely don't like them, besides, it was already inside my hands and I really did not feel up to removing it. My movement must have set off an alarm of some sort, as a nurse came in moments later, pushing the curtains aside to let me see out.

Shit. Intensive care…was I really that sick? He smiled at me and started talking.

"Hi there. My name's Shirosuke and I'm your nurse for the next five hours. How are you feeling?"

"Better." I croak. God, my voice sounds awful.

"That's good to hear, Mr. Nakano. Do you remember how you got here?"

"No…"

"Do you remember the events prior to the ambulance picking you up?"

"Yes."

"How did you feel then?"

"Sick. Tired. Not hungry, but really thirsty. Very tired, lethargic."

"Nausea?"

"Yeah."

"Frequent urination?"

"…yeah." I really didn't like these types of questions.

"Headache?"

"The mother of all…" The nurse scribbled something on his clipboard and smiled again.

"The doctor will be with you shortly. Is there anyone you would like to contact?"

"My family…NG studios…"

"I'll bring a cell."

"Thanks." He left me to stare at the yellow curtains and listen to the steady beep of my heart and lungs. I wondered briefly what was in the bag of drugs slowly seeping into my veins, but found I was too tired to really think much at all.

The doctor shaking me woke me up, and I was surprised to see Shuichi and K there. Both of them had scrubs and masks on, and from the way Shuichi's was soaked on either side I really, really wanted a mirror. How bad was this?

"Mr. Nakano, I believe we have reached a conclusion as to your condition. Do you want these gentlemen to stay to hear?" I nodded and locked eyes with Shuichi's, which were red rimmed.

"Very well. I'm afraid that you have developed Type I diabetes. You are at the upper age limit for onset of this type to occur, and I am required to ask if there is any family history of the disease, have Native American ancestry, were overweight for an extended period of time, or drank heavily?" I shook my head in response to all of the questions, not really understanding. What was this Type I diabetes? I asked. The doctor smiled that cheesy smile that was so fake before responding.

"You pancreas has stopped producing the hormone insulin. Symptoms of this are legarthy, excessive thirst and urination, headaches, sore joints and loss of appetite. If gone untreated it can cause heart, liver, kidney, or bowl failure, send you into shock, a coma, cause you to lose your sight or extremities, and even death. Fortunately, there are treatments. We have you on a steady pump right now, but once you are feeling better able to move on your own a nurse will come to teach you how to give yourself injections. These injections are to be a daily thing for the rest of your life if no cure can be found, and will number anywhere from two to five per day. You will also need to monitor your blood glucose levels and maintain them between 4.0 and 8.0 mmol/L. A monitor will be given to you and a nurse will instruct you on the use of it. When you came in your blood glucose level was 42.4, which is only about 3 points from total neural failure. You have been unconscious ever since." I blinked, numb at the shear amount of information. I had to take needles now? Every day? I could only formulate one question.

"How long have I been here?"

"You've been in diabetic coma for eight days. Some side effects may occur, but we believe we caught you in time to prevent any serious damage. This will change your entire life, Mr. Nakano. A dietician will be in within the next two days to discuss your meal plan. It is essential at the moment that you put on at least four kilograms before we can release you. Do you have any other questions?" None that I could think of, my brain was on complete overload, and yet surprisingly blank…I shook my head.

"Call the nurse if you think of any or require assistance. Good day." He left, and Shuichi instantly glomped onto me, K took my hand.

"We'll get through this Hiro…" I did the best I could to stroke Shuichi's hair…it always calmed him down, but could only manage to get my hand to his head. I could feel his tears soaking the blanket next to my hand and his shoulders shaking. Taking the cue from me, K ruffled his hair and let him cry for a while before gently ushering him out. He returned moments later.

"You…can cry too, Hiro. I won't mind." He said, absolutely serious. I smiled at him.

"I would prefer to be alone." He nodded at the whispered comment.

"Call. For anything." K left, and the full impact of all this came crashing down.

I wept.

Now you all know the big dark dirty secret!!!! Yay!!! Follow up will happen, find out what it's like in the daily life of a diabetic… sounds exciting (not) ne?