*...I've got a horrible cold. You are all lucky I worked on this. By the
way, I do enjoy all of your comments - they make this fic seem all the more
worthwhile. I hope you continue to enjoy this fic... it's almost done..
just a few more chapters to write and then... it'll be the end. ^-^*
Always - Chapter 5 - Heartache
It had been almost a week now since Yuki had left him... and his heath wasn't getting much better. Hiroshi had come to visit him everyday - and he was usually accompanied by a fresh bouquet of flowers. Shuichi could tell because the room would all of a sudden be filled with the sweet fragrance of the various blossoms. It had failed to brighten his spirits and he felt Hiro knew that...
His heart was failing him - and this he had come to know by overhearing conversations between the nurses and the doctors that chose to be unconcerned about the fact that Shuichi could still hear them. They hadn't expected him to last this long, they hadn't expected him to work overtime to keep himself hanging on by that thin wire he knew was starting to disintigrate.
He could feel it in his bones... how weak he had become, how utterly disasterous he felt. The overwhelming and constant feeling of helplessness was hovering over him... it was getting harder for him to keep a steady heartbeat.
. . . . . .
Hiroshi sighed, shaking his head in dismay as he took the hands of the boy in his own. "...I'm proud of you, Shuichi, you've held on for this long. You... you're lucky, okay? You've got such a strong will..." He faked a chuckle, "You've got so many get-well cards from your fans... and one from Suguru, too. He is worried about you... Ryuichi misses you... and he said he's sorry for not being able to visit you... He's been trying to get away but... you know how popular Nittle Grasper is... So... I did you a favour..." He paused... and Shuichi could soon hear uncertain footsteps.
"Shu~ichi!" That familiar voice rang through the room, "You have to get better, na no da!" But the cheer in Ryuichi's voice slowly faded into sadness and the boy sighed. "...Shuichi." Ryuichi sniffled and broke out into a fit of tears before he spun around and darted out of the room. He couldn't stand to see one of his best friends like that... he couldn't stand not being able to hug him and cling and giggle happily in boyish glee.
Hiro gasped, watching the older man flee... but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Ryuichi was, well, Ryuichi... and he had his reasons for doing what he did. "I know..." he whispered, "...it was hard for me, too." He turned back to Shuichi, giving a slight rub to the boys ice cold hands. "...And it still is." His head then tilted and turned at the sudden sound of footsteps. Had Ryuichi come back?
His mouth fell agape as he realised who it was and he immediately let the boys hands go and took a few steps to the side. Evergreen hues cast their gaze to the floor as he slipped into an empty chair and crossed his legs. He wouldn't say a word... but he wouldn't leave the room, either.
Yuki stood silently at the door for a few minutes, catching his breath before he almost doubled over. Hiroshi knew what had happened - Yuki had gotten the news that everyone dreaded... Sighing, the blonde finally started to make his way over to the bed...
But it was too late... the steady beeping that they had grown accustomed to hearing in the room had suddenly fell into an undying, drawn out scream. Described as a scream only because it sent Hiroshi to his feet and stumbling to the end of the bed and caused Yuki to stop dead in his tracks for a few seconds before he comprehended what had happened - and then he ran.. he ran to the side of the bed.
"Shuichi!" The blonde placed both hands on the boys shoulders and shook him as hard as he could, "SHUICHI!!" Screaming now, he felt the arms of the red- head wrap around his waist from behind and pull him back. "...Iie..."
"Yuki..." Hiroshi mumbled through muffled sobs, "...Yuki, I'm sorry... There's... there's nothing we can do..." He tried to restrain Yuki - to keep him from kicking and screaming...
"He can't..."
"Ah, sumimasen!" A nurse hurried into the room and shooed the two out into the hall as doctors came in to fix the situation, "You must go now!" She then proceeded to shut the door, only to have Yuki shove his hands in the way. She blinked once and then shot him a confusing look.
"Demo... Shuichi..."
"...We'll do what we can." and then the door was shut as the man backed off.
Hiroshi took a seat in a chair in the lobby, Yuki sitting before him with his forehead resting against the red-head's knees. Slender digits played calmly with the golden hair around them as he tried to keep the writer calm. "Daijoubu, Yuki... he wont give up that easily..."
"I already lost him once, and it hurt like hell... and I can't loose him again. Not like this..."
*...Ugh... that is done. Another short chapter but I honestly could not think of anything at all for this. u.u Hopefully the next chapter will be better... sorry for holding this off so long only to have it be rather short and... well, not all that exciting except for a psycho Yuki. o.O;*
Always - Chapter 5 - Heartache
It had been almost a week now since Yuki had left him... and his heath wasn't getting much better. Hiroshi had come to visit him everyday - and he was usually accompanied by a fresh bouquet of flowers. Shuichi could tell because the room would all of a sudden be filled with the sweet fragrance of the various blossoms. It had failed to brighten his spirits and he felt Hiro knew that...
His heart was failing him - and this he had come to know by overhearing conversations between the nurses and the doctors that chose to be unconcerned about the fact that Shuichi could still hear them. They hadn't expected him to last this long, they hadn't expected him to work overtime to keep himself hanging on by that thin wire he knew was starting to disintigrate.
He could feel it in his bones... how weak he had become, how utterly disasterous he felt. The overwhelming and constant feeling of helplessness was hovering over him... it was getting harder for him to keep a steady heartbeat.
. . . . . .
Hiroshi sighed, shaking his head in dismay as he took the hands of the boy in his own. "...I'm proud of you, Shuichi, you've held on for this long. You... you're lucky, okay? You've got such a strong will..." He faked a chuckle, "You've got so many get-well cards from your fans... and one from Suguru, too. He is worried about you... Ryuichi misses you... and he said he's sorry for not being able to visit you... He's been trying to get away but... you know how popular Nittle Grasper is... So... I did you a favour..." He paused... and Shuichi could soon hear uncertain footsteps.
"Shu~ichi!" That familiar voice rang through the room, "You have to get better, na no da!" But the cheer in Ryuichi's voice slowly faded into sadness and the boy sighed. "...Shuichi." Ryuichi sniffled and broke out into a fit of tears before he spun around and darted out of the room. He couldn't stand to see one of his best friends like that... he couldn't stand not being able to hug him and cling and giggle happily in boyish glee.
Hiro gasped, watching the older man flee... but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Ryuichi was, well, Ryuichi... and he had his reasons for doing what he did. "I know..." he whispered, "...it was hard for me, too." He turned back to Shuichi, giving a slight rub to the boys ice cold hands. "...And it still is." His head then tilted and turned at the sudden sound of footsteps. Had Ryuichi come back?
His mouth fell agape as he realised who it was and he immediately let the boys hands go and took a few steps to the side. Evergreen hues cast their gaze to the floor as he slipped into an empty chair and crossed his legs. He wouldn't say a word... but he wouldn't leave the room, either.
Yuki stood silently at the door for a few minutes, catching his breath before he almost doubled over. Hiroshi knew what had happened - Yuki had gotten the news that everyone dreaded... Sighing, the blonde finally started to make his way over to the bed...
But it was too late... the steady beeping that they had grown accustomed to hearing in the room had suddenly fell into an undying, drawn out scream. Described as a scream only because it sent Hiroshi to his feet and stumbling to the end of the bed and caused Yuki to stop dead in his tracks for a few seconds before he comprehended what had happened - and then he ran.. he ran to the side of the bed.
"Shuichi!" The blonde placed both hands on the boys shoulders and shook him as hard as he could, "SHUICHI!!" Screaming now, he felt the arms of the red- head wrap around his waist from behind and pull him back. "...Iie..."
"Yuki..." Hiroshi mumbled through muffled sobs, "...Yuki, I'm sorry... There's... there's nothing we can do..." He tried to restrain Yuki - to keep him from kicking and screaming...
"He can't..."
"Ah, sumimasen!" A nurse hurried into the room and shooed the two out into the hall as doctors came in to fix the situation, "You must go now!" She then proceeded to shut the door, only to have Yuki shove his hands in the way. She blinked once and then shot him a confusing look.
"Demo... Shuichi..."
"...We'll do what we can." and then the door was shut as the man backed off.
Hiroshi took a seat in a chair in the lobby, Yuki sitting before him with his forehead resting against the red-head's knees. Slender digits played calmly with the golden hair around them as he tried to keep the writer calm. "Daijoubu, Yuki... he wont give up that easily..."
"I already lost him once, and it hurt like hell... and I can't loose him again. Not like this..."
*...Ugh... that is done. Another short chapter but I honestly could not think of anything at all for this. u.u Hopefully the next chapter will be better... sorry for holding this off so long only to have it be rather short and... well, not all that exciting except for a psycho Yuki. o.O;*