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"Aya...?" Omi asked in a whisper as his eyes began to open.

"Feeling better today Omi?" Aya asked emerging from the shadows with a small steaming cup in his hand.

His companion didn't respond right away as he stared unblinkingly at nothing in particular. Aya watched him for a moment thinking he'd stopped breathing until he saw Omi's chest rise and fall.

"Aya... am I dying?" Omi asked in his quiet broken voice.

"I-I don't know Omi," Aya replied honestly as he sat next to his bed.

"I wish I could die... I wish it would all be over."

"Omi stop talking like that. Its not like you. Besides your going to be just fine."

Omi half smiled and chuckled lightly though not for long since the action sent him into a coughing fit. As he bent over in his coughing Aya held a tissue to his mouth, wiping it clean every so often.

"You... being so nice and optimistic. That's not like you either, so I guess that makes us even," Omi said his chest heaving. His breaths coming in crackled gasps.

"What are you talking about?" Aya asked confused as he wiped the sweat away from Omi's forehead.

"You... taking care of me, telling me I'll get better, smiling. Its not like you."

"Me? Smile? Omi I think you've become delusional. Here drink this it'll make you feel better," he said helping Omi up and getting him to drink some of the warm remedy. After he had taken a few gulps Aya took the cup away and helped him lay back down.

"Well whether I was or not... I hope to see you're smile again. It was nice," Omi replied as his eyes drifted shut.

Aya stood stunned. He couldn't believe what he just heard, or if he had even heard him right. Finally Aya got his senses back and began gathering his things. However, when he grabbed the tissue he had wiped Omi's mouth with he noticed it was soaked with blood.