Shuichi took hold of Yuki's limp hand. A week. A whole week had
passed and there was still no sign that his love was even still inside the
shell of a body that remained for the world to see. "Come on, Yuki
please." He begged in desperation.
A hand rested on his shoulder, he turned sharply starring into dark eyes. "Gods Hiro don't do that!" He yelled glaring at his best friend. Hiro chuckled to himself.
"I'm sorry Shu, but you were sitting so still that for second I was wondering if you hadn't taken to bullets to the chest." Hiro laughed a little harder at the look that spread across Shuichi's face. "Come on Shu, lets get out of here. You've practically moved into this room."
"NO! What if he wakes up while we're gone? No, I can't do that, Hiro. I have to stay here to be with him. I can't leave him here alone, I wont let him wake up and be alone." Shuichi's violet eyes began to water, and salty tears slid down his cheek, like tiny rivers of his sorrow, and pure despair.
Hiro felt a sudden anger flair inside of him. It burned like molten rock and he grabbed Shuichi by the wrist and pulled him from the room. "Hiro let me go!" he yelled as he was dragged from the room, by the one he was reconsidering calling his best friend. "Hiro let me go!" for the first time Shuichi new the irritation of being dragged around by someone else. 'This must be how Yuki feels when I make him go place....Yuki....' He felt the tears again as he thought of the blond novelist.
The next thing Shuichi new was that he was sitting in the front seat of a car and they were leaving the hospital.
Hiro was determined to take his friends mind off his dieing lover. They spent the entire days on rides and eating junk food, for the first time since the accident Hiro, not only got Shuichi to talk to some one beside the living corpse, but he got him to laugh as well.
There fun was not to last long though, somewhere around three that afternoon Shuichi's phone rang. The pink haired vocalist, flipped open his cell phone, only to hear Ryuichi's ecstatic voice on the other end. " Shindou- chan you've got to come, and quick. I will fill you in when you get here. Just hurry ok!"
Shuichi, hung up the phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and darted out of the park, and towards the car a very confused Hiro trailing behind.
"Shuichi!" he breathed as the reached the car." What's going on?"
Shuichi jumped into the passenger seat of the car and waited for the red head to start the car. "Ryuichi- san called and said we had to get to the hospital now. Hiro couldn't help but notice the excited look of Shuichi's face. It had to be good new. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath.
A hand rested on his shoulder, he turned sharply starring into dark eyes. "Gods Hiro don't do that!" He yelled glaring at his best friend. Hiro chuckled to himself.
"I'm sorry Shu, but you were sitting so still that for second I was wondering if you hadn't taken to bullets to the chest." Hiro laughed a little harder at the look that spread across Shuichi's face. "Come on Shu, lets get out of here. You've practically moved into this room."
"NO! What if he wakes up while we're gone? No, I can't do that, Hiro. I have to stay here to be with him. I can't leave him here alone, I wont let him wake up and be alone." Shuichi's violet eyes began to water, and salty tears slid down his cheek, like tiny rivers of his sorrow, and pure despair.
Hiro felt a sudden anger flair inside of him. It burned like molten rock and he grabbed Shuichi by the wrist and pulled him from the room. "Hiro let me go!" he yelled as he was dragged from the room, by the one he was reconsidering calling his best friend. "Hiro let me go!" for the first time Shuichi new the irritation of being dragged around by someone else. 'This must be how Yuki feels when I make him go place....Yuki....' He felt the tears again as he thought of the blond novelist.
The next thing Shuichi new was that he was sitting in the front seat of a car and they were leaving the hospital.
Hiro was determined to take his friends mind off his dieing lover. They spent the entire days on rides and eating junk food, for the first time since the accident Hiro, not only got Shuichi to talk to some one beside the living corpse, but he got him to laugh as well.
There fun was not to last long though, somewhere around three that afternoon Shuichi's phone rang. The pink haired vocalist, flipped open his cell phone, only to hear Ryuichi's ecstatic voice on the other end. " Shindou- chan you've got to come, and quick. I will fill you in when you get here. Just hurry ok!"
Shuichi, hung up the phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and darted out of the park, and towards the car a very confused Hiro trailing behind.
"Shuichi!" he breathed as the reached the car." What's going on?"
Shuichi jumped into the passenger seat of the car and waited for the red head to start the car. "Ryuichi- san called and said we had to get to the hospital now. Hiro couldn't help but notice the excited look of Shuichi's face. It had to be good new. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath.