Oh So Cold
Part 7: Happy Birthday Deep Disrepair
By: Samsara
Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own Card Captor Sakura or the characters belonging to CCS. This is a non-profit story on non-profit websites.
By the time Touya returned later that night, Yuki was flipping through the T.V channels, much to fast to be actually watching anything. His eyes were blank and were constantly flickering over the four corners of the room. The worst part of entering the room at that moment was that Yuki refused to acknowledge Touya's presence. Instead of taking Yukito's cold bait for argument, Touya resigned to a plush chair in the corner. He had not been sitting long when a nurse came in.
"How are you feeling?" the nurse asked softly as she checked the catheter. Surprisingly enough, to Touya, Yuki responded quietly.
"Fine,"
"We're going to have to keep you here for 72 hours. It's normal to keep suicide patients this long just so we can keep an eye on you, just to make sure you're stable enough to leave. Hopefully we can get someone down from the Psychology Ward to come and speak with you," she answered in a tone that was non-committed.
"Am I going to be placed in a loony bin?" Yuki asked softly. All of his earlier animosity had disappeared, and now was replaced by the quiet manner of a reprimanded child. His body lay lax against the pillows, his fingers were laced in the sheets and his chin rested upon his chest. He was a forlorn look indeed.
"That depends," the nurse replied, her truth stunning both the boys in the room.
"On what?"
"Well, for one, if your guardians feel it is necessary for you to be there. I am told that you currently live with your grandparents, but we have not been able to get in touch with them. Do you know where we might reach them?"
"No. They left for Canada a few weeks ago," Yukito replied dully.
Why was Yukito cooperating with this nurse? Before, Yuki had screamed, cried and taunted Touya, all of which were not his usual manner. But then, Yukito did have a point. Was he always stereotyping him, never really thinking that Yukito might have a much deeper and darker side? Yuki always seemed happy and perfect. To the world, Yukito was the perfect boy, and the world was perfect for Yukito. There was really nothing Yukito couldn't do, his inner strengths overcoming obstacles that anyone else would have fallen against. But Touya had never had a deep conversation with Yukito. Deep, as in their beliefs or ideas about the world. Deep as in inner emotions. None of their conversations went beyond long hours of everyday chatter, about school, trips, places and events. Yuki never told Touya how he was feeling and Touya never pursued the subject. Yukito was right. Touya hadn't taken the time to understand his best friend. It was as though he was still acting like they were in third grade. Back then, you didn't have to care about someone's emotions to be their friend. All you had to do was be there. Now... that wasn't enough. Touya blanched at that thought.
"Oh God, I don't even know him..." Touya whispered to himself. His breath was ragged and throat coarse. If that was true, how could he love Yuki? Touya immediately buried his disturbed manner in his hands, feeling hot tears swell up in his eyes. How could this have happened? Or rather, How could he have let this happen?
"What do you mean you don't know how to the reach them? Don't you have their phone number for where they're staying?" The nurse pursued the question, which Yuki obviously didn't feel like talking about. It was at that moment Touya's head snapped up, eyes filtering out tepid tears.
"They left. They left without telling me and they've bought a house there. They will not be coming back," Yuki snarled, his attitude changed. The nurse pursed her lips in a tight knot and wrote a note on her clipboard.
"Oh Dear..." was all she muttered before stepping outside the room to speak with a doctor. She returned a few moments later, the doctor gone. "We will have to find arrangements for you then. We're also going to have to have Social Services come see you,"
"He can stay with us," Touya said. The nurse turned and saw him for the first time since she had entered the room. She smiled and nodded. Writing down another note, the nurse left, smoothing her sweatpants and hospital mock.
Once the nurse had left, Yukito resumed flipping through the channels. Touya made no notion to speak, but instead slunk back in his chair and stared at his friend in the bed. Touya's mind was a wreak, and everything he had ever thought about Yuki was slipping into shambles.
"Touya-kun? What happened? How did I get here?" Yukito's words were careful and quiet. His manner had changed again, and had calmed him.
"I..." Touya cleared his throat, " I tried to call you and you didn't pick up. I thought that wasn't lik-" Touya stopped. Yukito didn't notice his pause, or decided not to comment. Clearing his throat again, Touya continued. " I was worried, so I stopped by and... and I found your letter and everything. The ambulance came and hauled us off. They pulled you into the emergency room and told me to go home,"
"Oh,"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.N. A bit longer! More coming, don't despair. Keep sending me them good plot ideas. Special Thanks to Yue's Playa for her constant help with the plot.
Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own Card Captor Sakura or the characters belonging to CCS. This is a non-profit story on non-profit websites.
By the time Touya returned later that night, Yuki was flipping through the T.V channels, much to fast to be actually watching anything. His eyes were blank and were constantly flickering over the four corners of the room. The worst part of entering the room at that moment was that Yuki refused to acknowledge Touya's presence. Instead of taking Yukito's cold bait for argument, Touya resigned to a plush chair in the corner. He had not been sitting long when a nurse came in.
"How are you feeling?" the nurse asked softly as she checked the catheter. Surprisingly enough, to Touya, Yuki responded quietly.
"Fine,"
"We're going to have to keep you here for 72 hours. It's normal to keep suicide patients this long just so we can keep an eye on you, just to make sure you're stable enough to leave. Hopefully we can get someone down from the Psychology Ward to come and speak with you," she answered in a tone that was non-committed.
"Am I going to be placed in a loony bin?" Yuki asked softly. All of his earlier animosity had disappeared, and now was replaced by the quiet manner of a reprimanded child. His body lay lax against the pillows, his fingers were laced in the sheets and his chin rested upon his chest. He was a forlorn look indeed.
"That depends," the nurse replied, her truth stunning both the boys in the room.
"On what?"
"Well, for one, if your guardians feel it is necessary for you to be there. I am told that you currently live with your grandparents, but we have not been able to get in touch with them. Do you know where we might reach them?"
"No. They left for Canada a few weeks ago," Yukito replied dully.
Why was Yukito cooperating with this nurse? Before, Yuki had screamed, cried and taunted Touya, all of which were not his usual manner. But then, Yukito did have a point. Was he always stereotyping him, never really thinking that Yukito might have a much deeper and darker side? Yuki always seemed happy and perfect. To the world, Yukito was the perfect boy, and the world was perfect for Yukito. There was really nothing Yukito couldn't do, his inner strengths overcoming obstacles that anyone else would have fallen against. But Touya had never had a deep conversation with Yukito. Deep, as in their beliefs or ideas about the world. Deep as in inner emotions. None of their conversations went beyond long hours of everyday chatter, about school, trips, places and events. Yuki never told Touya how he was feeling and Touya never pursued the subject. Yukito was right. Touya hadn't taken the time to understand his best friend. It was as though he was still acting like they were in third grade. Back then, you didn't have to care about someone's emotions to be their friend. All you had to do was be there. Now... that wasn't enough. Touya blanched at that thought.
"Oh God, I don't even know him..." Touya whispered to himself. His breath was ragged and throat coarse. If that was true, how could he love Yuki? Touya immediately buried his disturbed manner in his hands, feeling hot tears swell up in his eyes. How could this have happened? Or rather, How could he have let this happen?
"What do you mean you don't know how to the reach them? Don't you have their phone number for where they're staying?" The nurse pursued the question, which Yuki obviously didn't feel like talking about. It was at that moment Touya's head snapped up, eyes filtering out tepid tears.
"They left. They left without telling me and they've bought a house there. They will not be coming back," Yuki snarled, his attitude changed. The nurse pursed her lips in a tight knot and wrote a note on her clipboard.
"Oh Dear..." was all she muttered before stepping outside the room to speak with a doctor. She returned a few moments later, the doctor gone. "We will have to find arrangements for you then. We're also going to have to have Social Services come see you,"
"He can stay with us," Touya said. The nurse turned and saw him for the first time since she had entered the room. She smiled and nodded. Writing down another note, the nurse left, smoothing her sweatpants and hospital mock.
Once the nurse had left, Yukito resumed flipping through the channels. Touya made no notion to speak, but instead slunk back in his chair and stared at his friend in the bed. Touya's mind was a wreak, and everything he had ever thought about Yuki was slipping into shambles.
"Touya-kun? What happened? How did I get here?" Yukito's words were careful and quiet. His manner had changed again, and had calmed him.
"I..." Touya cleared his throat, " I tried to call you and you didn't pick up. I thought that wasn't lik-" Touya stopped. Yukito didn't notice his pause, or decided not to comment. Clearing his throat again, Touya continued. " I was worried, so I stopped by and... and I found your letter and everything. The ambulance came and hauled us off. They pulled you into the emergency room and told me to go home,"
"Oh,"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.N. A bit longer! More coming, don't despair. Keep sending me them good plot ideas. Special Thanks to Yue's Playa for her constant help with the plot.