"Bright light."
After opening up his eyes, Shuichi was temporarily blinded, as the light overhead beamed down upon his face. Sitting in a chair was Hiro, his head resting on the resting on the bed that he was laid upon.
Hearing the rustle of sheets, Hiro yawned and opened his eyes. Smiling at the still drowsy Shuichi, he resisted the urge to pound him on the back in congratulations for a steady recovery.
"Oi.. Shuichi.. Couldn't you have slept a little longer. I was having a nice dream." With a huge grin on his face Hiro ruffled Shuichi's hair. "How do you feel?"
Shuichi winced as he slowly sat upright in his bed. Smiling and intending for a joke, Shuichi exclaimed. "I feel like I was hit by a car. What happened?"
Looking up in alarm before looking away, Hiro started to fidget in his chair, obviously a little bit nervous on how to tell Shuichi on what happened with him and Yuki. "Shuichi... Yuki hit you pretty hard... He caught you off guard and due to that, was able to make you go unconscious. The doctors want to keep you in the hospital for a few days as you have a high fever, but they said you should be out of here in a few more days. I guess you heal fast, thank god for that, for you're a tad bit accident prone."
Grasping his head in his hands, Shuichi winced and stared at Hiro through bleary eyes. "Ne Hiro, who is Yuki? Hiro. Hiro?"
Abruptly standing up, Hiro grabbed Shuichi's hands and stared into his eyes. "Shuichi, you really don't remember Yuki?" Looking suspicious, Hiro leaned in, putting his face inches from Shuichi. "Did you really forget?"
Shaking his head, Shuichi looked into Hiro's eyes. Ne Hiro, quit joking around. I don't know anyone by the name of Yuki. Hiro?"
Hiro's eyes opened and he stared down at Shuichi. "You really don't remember, do you." Smiling, Hiro shook Shuichi's head. "Everything is alright Shuichi. I will take care of you from now on. Don't worry about anything. I will always be here for you."
At the tone of the clock overhead, Hiro looked down and gazed upon Shuichi. "Visiting hours are almost over. I will come back first thig tomorrow, so get some sleep and they will hopefully release you soon. Oyasumi nasai, Shuichi."
"Oyasumi, Hiro."
As Hiro exited the room, closing the doors behind him and shutting off the lights, he shook his head. "I don't know what is wrong with your memory Shuichi, but I promise that I will watch over you, and I will keep him away from you."
Not hearing Hiro, Shuichi watched as Hiro's outline against the door eventually disappeared. As he tried to get back to sleep, a shadow paused beyond his door. As the door slowly creped open, the silent figure entered the room and walked over to where Shuichi lay. Thinking it was a weird game that Hiro was playing on him, Shuichi smiled. "Ecchi."
Shuichi's smile faded into shock as the figure gently placed a hand against his cheek and bent down to deliver a smothering kiss.
Trying to move away, the shadow pushed Shuichi down into his bed, oblivious to the pain in Shuichi's chest. As the person pulled away a bit, Shuichi gasped in some painful air. The person leaned down to nibble on his ear before whispering. "Shuichi daisuki."
Tossing something onto his bed, the shadow left as quickly as it came, saying nothing and leaving Shuichi shocked in the dark. Shuichi didn't know that much, but he knew it wasn't Hiro.
Bending down to grasp the object left upon his bed, was a bouquet of roses with strands of red hair strewn in between them.
:Red hair." Shuichi murmured before recognition entered his thoughts. Hiro!
His hands were sticky from handling the roses, Shuichi's eyes widened as he saw the white roses stained red, the red smearing around as he touched them and stayed on his hands.
The hospital lights turned on one by one, as screams could be heard from inside. It wasn't until the lights in his room were turned on that Shuichi realized it was his own voice he heard. Not wanting too, Shuichi looked down to see the dripping roses in his hands, strewn with red hair. He watched as they fell to the floor, but the red wet blood stayed on his hands.
Surrounded by doctors, Shuichi's screams ended abruptly as he was drugged up. The shaking doctors after carefully sedating Shuichi were horrified by the roses by the floor of the bed.
The sounds of an ambulance could be heard as it pulled into the front of the hospital. A man was brought in with long red hair and bleeding.
After opening up his eyes, Shuichi was temporarily blinded, as the light overhead beamed down upon his face. Sitting in a chair was Hiro, his head resting on the resting on the bed that he was laid upon.
Hearing the rustle of sheets, Hiro yawned and opened his eyes. Smiling at the still drowsy Shuichi, he resisted the urge to pound him on the back in congratulations for a steady recovery.
"Oi.. Shuichi.. Couldn't you have slept a little longer. I was having a nice dream." With a huge grin on his face Hiro ruffled Shuichi's hair. "How do you feel?"
Shuichi winced as he slowly sat upright in his bed. Smiling and intending for a joke, Shuichi exclaimed. "I feel like I was hit by a car. What happened?"
Looking up in alarm before looking away, Hiro started to fidget in his chair, obviously a little bit nervous on how to tell Shuichi on what happened with him and Yuki. "Shuichi... Yuki hit you pretty hard... He caught you off guard and due to that, was able to make you go unconscious. The doctors want to keep you in the hospital for a few days as you have a high fever, but they said you should be out of here in a few more days. I guess you heal fast, thank god for that, for you're a tad bit accident prone."
Grasping his head in his hands, Shuichi winced and stared at Hiro through bleary eyes. "Ne Hiro, who is Yuki? Hiro. Hiro?"
Abruptly standing up, Hiro grabbed Shuichi's hands and stared into his eyes. "Shuichi, you really don't remember Yuki?" Looking suspicious, Hiro leaned in, putting his face inches from Shuichi. "Did you really forget?"
Shaking his head, Shuichi looked into Hiro's eyes. Ne Hiro, quit joking around. I don't know anyone by the name of Yuki. Hiro?"
Hiro's eyes opened and he stared down at Shuichi. "You really don't remember, do you." Smiling, Hiro shook Shuichi's head. "Everything is alright Shuichi. I will take care of you from now on. Don't worry about anything. I will always be here for you."
At the tone of the clock overhead, Hiro looked down and gazed upon Shuichi. "Visiting hours are almost over. I will come back first thig tomorrow, so get some sleep and they will hopefully release you soon. Oyasumi nasai, Shuichi."
"Oyasumi, Hiro."
As Hiro exited the room, closing the doors behind him and shutting off the lights, he shook his head. "I don't know what is wrong with your memory Shuichi, but I promise that I will watch over you, and I will keep him away from you."
Not hearing Hiro, Shuichi watched as Hiro's outline against the door eventually disappeared. As he tried to get back to sleep, a shadow paused beyond his door. As the door slowly creped open, the silent figure entered the room and walked over to where Shuichi lay. Thinking it was a weird game that Hiro was playing on him, Shuichi smiled. "Ecchi."
Shuichi's smile faded into shock as the figure gently placed a hand against his cheek and bent down to deliver a smothering kiss.
Trying to move away, the shadow pushed Shuichi down into his bed, oblivious to the pain in Shuichi's chest. As the person pulled away a bit, Shuichi gasped in some painful air. The person leaned down to nibble on his ear before whispering. "Shuichi daisuki."
Tossing something onto his bed, the shadow left as quickly as it came, saying nothing and leaving Shuichi shocked in the dark. Shuichi didn't know that much, but he knew it wasn't Hiro.
Bending down to grasp the object left upon his bed, was a bouquet of roses with strands of red hair strewn in between them.
:Red hair." Shuichi murmured before recognition entered his thoughts. Hiro!
His hands were sticky from handling the roses, Shuichi's eyes widened as he saw the white roses stained red, the red smearing around as he touched them and stayed on his hands.
The hospital lights turned on one by one, as screams could be heard from inside. It wasn't until the lights in his room were turned on that Shuichi realized it was his own voice he heard. Not wanting too, Shuichi looked down to see the dripping roses in his hands, strewn with red hair. He watched as they fell to the floor, but the red wet blood stayed on his hands.
Surrounded by doctors, Shuichi's screams ended abruptly as he was drugged up. The shaking doctors after carefully sedating Shuichi were horrified by the roses by the floor of the bed.
The sounds of an ambulance could be heard as it pulled into the front of the hospital. A man was brought in with long red hair and bleeding.