Shuichi sat at Yuki's bedside. The lights had long since been put out,
he thought nothing of moving. The only thought in his mind was of the blond
that lay unmoving before him.
He listened to the constant beep beep beep of the heart monitor, the hum of the respirator that signaled each of his lovers' breathes. The pink haired boy reached out letting his fingers slide over the tube that lay in his loves throat giving oxygen to nicotine-induced lungs. " Yuki," he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. He brushed a stray blond hair, from over the others eyes, away. Thick eyelashes rested against a pale cheek.
The room seemed very cold, and empty to him. Hiro hadn't stayed long, saying he had something important to do. Tohma had gone to call Mike and Tatsuha, to tell them what happened. Neither would be able to make it to Tokyo until the following day. So Shuichi was alone in the room, sitting over his dying lover.
Late that night Shuichi woke to a sound; it was loud enough to break his eardrums. He sat up rubbing his eyes sleepily and looked at his loves sleeping form.
Footsteps entered the room at a run, the pink haired boy looked up irritated as he was shoved aside. His eyes narrowed into a glare, he starred at the men, and he was about to speak when he saw two white paddles enter one of the mans' hands. The sound of an electric charge filled the air as it coursed through the blonde's body. Jump starting his heart. 2, 3 times the awful sound echoed, before the steady beet of the heart monitor resumed.
Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief, and dropped heavily into the chair beside the bed. He was so tired, his whole body cried out for sleep, it ached for it, but the adrenaline kept it up. He was scared, until that very moment he had never admitted that it was possible, that Yuki could die. Now he knew, and his heart lay in peace's on the floor, where the men had shoved him. Now the room was quiet as if nothing had happened. But the image still haunted him. He felt the tears drip down his cheeks. He begged every deity that sat in the skies that they would not let his Koi die.
The sun touched the horizon and the cool morning light filtered in through the windows, casting shadows across the floor, giving the room an eerie glow, like something out of the twilight zone. The gentle beep of the heart monitor continued, shattering the silence at regular intervals.
The blond figure lay on the bed unmoving. The mechanical rise and fall of his chest giving the false hood of life.
He listened to the constant beep beep beep of the heart monitor, the hum of the respirator that signaled each of his lovers' breathes. The pink haired boy reached out letting his fingers slide over the tube that lay in his loves throat giving oxygen to nicotine-induced lungs. " Yuki," he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. He brushed a stray blond hair, from over the others eyes, away. Thick eyelashes rested against a pale cheek.
The room seemed very cold, and empty to him. Hiro hadn't stayed long, saying he had something important to do. Tohma had gone to call Mike and Tatsuha, to tell them what happened. Neither would be able to make it to Tokyo until the following day. So Shuichi was alone in the room, sitting over his dying lover.
Late that night Shuichi woke to a sound; it was loud enough to break his eardrums. He sat up rubbing his eyes sleepily and looked at his loves sleeping form.
Footsteps entered the room at a run, the pink haired boy looked up irritated as he was shoved aside. His eyes narrowed into a glare, he starred at the men, and he was about to speak when he saw two white paddles enter one of the mans' hands. The sound of an electric charge filled the air as it coursed through the blonde's body. Jump starting his heart. 2, 3 times the awful sound echoed, before the steady beet of the heart monitor resumed.
Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief, and dropped heavily into the chair beside the bed. He was so tired, his whole body cried out for sleep, it ached for it, but the adrenaline kept it up. He was scared, until that very moment he had never admitted that it was possible, that Yuki could die. Now he knew, and his heart lay in peace's on the floor, where the men had shoved him. Now the room was quiet as if nothing had happened. But the image still haunted him. He felt the tears drip down his cheeks. He begged every deity that sat in the skies that they would not let his Koi die.
The sun touched the horizon and the cool morning light filtered in through the windows, casting shadows across the floor, giving the room an eerie glow, like something out of the twilight zone. The gentle beep of the heart monitor continued, shattering the silence at regular intervals.
The blond figure lay on the bed unmoving. The mechanical rise and fall of his chest giving the false hood of life.