Wishing You Were Here
Chapter 6 – Brown hair, Chocolate Eyes
A/N I'm sorry this took so long!!! I felt the beginnings of a writer's block. aiiiiii~ _
White walls, white sheets, white masks, white coats, white ceiling. They all flew past in a blur as Yamato was pushed at blinding speed through doors that burst open at the slightest touch. He lay rigidly on the white trolley, counting the number of lights 'til they arrived, wherever they were going.
The trolley veered right suddenly and Yamato was jerked to the left. White curtains were drawn around them and he blinked, watching with some interest the needle the nurse injected into his arm and the white liquid rushing through the tubes now attached to his wrist.
Something was forced over his mouth and nose, and Yamato frowned, struggling against the uncomfortable mass of arms that reached over him. He heard a sharp barked order and something pricked against his skin, though he couldn't feel it.
The peering faces suddenly began to swim and his eyes seemed to close on their own accord. He felt a light floating sensation as the dizziness subsided. He didn't remember falling asleep.
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"TK! Open up!" Tai rapped his knuckles loudly on the wooden door. "Hey TK!"
Tai blinked as the door was pulled open suddenly. "About tim-…" he trailed off.
It was TK's mum. She stared down at him, her forehead knitted in a frown. Tai immediately plastered a smile onto his face. "Good morning Ms. Takaishi!" he chirped, "Is TK home?"
"Takeru is busy." Cold; like ice. If he tried hard enough he could almost imagine-… No. This just wasn't the time.
"But its Monday Ms. Takaishi!" he whined, cocking his head to one side. "School, remember? You said I could walk with TK today. You had something to do?"
It was a long shot but there weren't many days TK's mum didn't have something to do. Her forehead creased even further.
"I don't recall- Oh! Oh of course! Yes, you boys run along now, I have somewhere important to- now where are my keys?"
TK bolted for the door like a lifeline and the blonde and brunette turned the street corner seconds later.
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"Er...Tai, did you bring any money?"
Tai stopped halfway down the subway stairs and turned around, rolling his eyes. "What do you take me for? An idiot? Of course I- Shit!"
Takeru sighed. "We can always go back-?"
"There is no way in hell we are going through that again," Tai muttered, half-gesturing to the chaotic havoc, swarming crowds and heavy traffic. He peered carefully into a shop window. 12:30.
He grabbed TK's hand and marched towards the crossing. "It can't be that far away…"
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Yamato decided he liked the hospital. The painkillers did their job well and there was no soreness at all. There were no small, dank apartments with leaking roofs, thin walls and peeling carpets. There were no cramped spaces to suffocate in. And best of all, there was no heartache. In his semi-conscious state, he couldn't focus on anything for long, his mind felt fogged and misty. All Yamato knew was that there was glorious light, and lots of it, his bed was next to the window.
He felt relaxed and satiated as the drugs were continuously fed through the IV tubes, and he no longer had to force rubbery food that he couldn't stomach down his throat, that was fed through tubes as well. Everything was perfect. There was no torture at the hospital; everything was so peaceful and calm...
But nothing good ever lasted for long.
A few days after Yamato left intensive care and was moved to the recovery rooms, the police started to pour in and mill around the ward, staying back only because of the doctor's orders and the nurses' frequent warnings. But then the inevitable happened. They began to fire questions to and fro and Yamato was forced to lie through his teeth when the harder ones came. They wanted to trick him, to take him away from the nice place it had taken him so long to find. He wasn't surprised when his mouth knew all the answers.
"Did you see who attacked you?"
"No."
"How many people were there?"
"I don't know."
"Was anyone home with you?"
"No."
"Did anyone else see what happened?"
"No."
"How many people were there again?"
"I don't know."
The stream was endless and Yamato grew visibly weaker at every verbal blow. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to leave. Why did they have to take him away? Why didn't they just leave him alone!? Yamato shrank wide-eyed back into the sheets and threw a glance desperately out the window. Anything, anything at all to save him...
Brown hair, chocolate eyes.
Shock. Then the blackness closed in.
~Was it too hard to understand? I know it's pretty bad. I've got a cold XP. I hate getting sick. Newayz, review please!!!!