Three agonizing days. Three days Shuichi had paced this same hallway, and he about ready to lose it. No one would tell him anything! The pink-haired lad practically torn out said hair, waiting for even the tiniest bit of news on his idol. All Shuichi knew was that the doctors had a difficult time keeping Ryuichi's temperature at a safe level.
Shuichi wasn't allowed into the only place he wanted to be. Near Ryuichi. Crowds of Nittle Gasper fan had lined the streets outside the hospital, waving up at any window that revealed movement of any kind. Some had signs of well-wishing, others proclamations of love for Ryuichi.
Shuichi had thought of nothing but his idol, not eating, and only drinking a bottle of water when Hiroshi practically shoved it down his throat. The waiting room, one of many that were occupied by supportive people for Ryuichi, had a constant stream of comings and goings.
Tohma was a mess and wouldn't sit still, getting up every five minutes for more coffee he didn't need and didn't drink. Noriko rubbed Tohma's back soothingly, distractedly, her mind flooded with images of early Nittle Grasper days.
Yuki Eiri was the only one to pity the poor doctor that walked in at that moment.
"HOW IS HE?!" Cried approximately 50 anxious voices. Babies in the nursery were startled and began to scream. Nurses ran everywhere, some holding babies and some trying to clam others down.
The doctor, whose nametag referred to as Dr. Mamako, looked a bit terrified, and rightly so.
"I assume you are all here for Sakuma-san?" He asked unnecessarily, flipping through pages on a clipboard.
Shindou Shuichi looked positively terrible, having not changed his clothes in days, and had only 15 minutes of restless sleep. "Sensei...ongegai... how is he?" Asked Shuichi, his voice sounded weak and exhausted, but also extremely worried.
Mamako looked at the boy, as if to judge him. "Sakuma-san's fever has broken." He said simply.
The massive sigh of relief in the room caused a monsoon in China about an hour later.
Yuki Eiri's eyes narrowed at the doctor. "But..." He lead, sensing there was more to be told. Mamako nodded at him, thankful for a stable mind amongst the chaos.
"However." The doctor said, causing everyone's head to snap up and glare at him. There was a however?
"We are not yet sure of the effect of such a high fever for extended periods in this man. Sakuma-san is still unconscious, and until he wakes up we will not be able to properly assess as to if there is any brain damage or other negative effects of the fever. We will keep you posted." Mamako said, then simply left.
Shuichi was one of the few still standing. There could be any number of things wrong... He thought, clearly in shock. The world began to spin dangerously, and he haphazardly wondered if he should hold on to keep from falling off of it. His vision flickered in and out, and then felt the world give way under him.
Shuichi didn't feel strong arms keep him from hitting his head on the tiled cement floor.
Hiroshi Nakano looked down at the exhausted boy in his arms. He lifted the singer up, motioning for Tohma and Noriko to make room on the only sofa in the room. The spread apart without a qualm, too caught up in their own thoughts to even notice the unconscious Shuichi on the sofa with them. Hiroshi ruffled the boy's pink, lackluster hair.
"Shu, you're gonna worry yourself to death one of these days..." Hiroshi mumbled, going off to find Shuichi lunch for when he woke up, even if he had to force feed it to him. Man, he needed a beer right about now.
Somewhere inside room 463, amidst various tubes and machines, Sakuma Ryuichi had reached awareness.
Tohma blinked as Two nurses skittered along into Ryuichi's room. He followed them, hoping not to be noticed, or at least not bothered about it.
Tohma's stomach sank to his knees, his heart up into his throat. Ryuichi looked like some sort of science experiment. He went over to the side of the bed, ignoring disapproving glances by the nurses. He took Ryuichi's hand, not expecting a reply.
He got one.
Ryuichi squeezed Tohma's hand with a weak grip, a ghost a smile teasing his lips. Tohma almost squealed at the sight of it, taking Ryuichi's hand up to his lips and kissing it.
"Ryuichi!" Tohma cried out for joy, causing more nurses to flutter over, checking various machines and running routine procedures. Ryuichi didn't offer any more response, but Tohma was thrilled nonetheless. He let the nurses do as they would, and practically ran back to the waiting room.
"He's awake!" Tohma spilled, causing the entire room, Shuichi even, to sit bolt upright. "He squeezed by hand and smiled at me." Tohma said, beaming like a child showing off a portrait of his kitty. Shuichi ran over to Tohma, badgering him with questions, and for once, Tohma didn't mind.
Shuichi wasn't allowed into the only place he wanted to be. Near Ryuichi. Crowds of Nittle Gasper fan had lined the streets outside the hospital, waving up at any window that revealed movement of any kind. Some had signs of well-wishing, others proclamations of love for Ryuichi.
Shuichi had thought of nothing but his idol, not eating, and only drinking a bottle of water when Hiroshi practically shoved it down his throat. The waiting room, one of many that were occupied by supportive people for Ryuichi, had a constant stream of comings and goings.
Tohma was a mess and wouldn't sit still, getting up every five minutes for more coffee he didn't need and didn't drink. Noriko rubbed Tohma's back soothingly, distractedly, her mind flooded with images of early Nittle Grasper days.
Yuki Eiri was the only one to pity the poor doctor that walked in at that moment.
"HOW IS HE?!" Cried approximately 50 anxious voices. Babies in the nursery were startled and began to scream. Nurses ran everywhere, some holding babies and some trying to clam others down.
The doctor, whose nametag referred to as Dr. Mamako, looked a bit terrified, and rightly so.
"I assume you are all here for Sakuma-san?" He asked unnecessarily, flipping through pages on a clipboard.
Shindou Shuichi looked positively terrible, having not changed his clothes in days, and had only 15 minutes of restless sleep. "Sensei...ongegai... how is he?" Asked Shuichi, his voice sounded weak and exhausted, but also extremely worried.
Mamako looked at the boy, as if to judge him. "Sakuma-san's fever has broken." He said simply.
The massive sigh of relief in the room caused a monsoon in China about an hour later.
Yuki Eiri's eyes narrowed at the doctor. "But..." He lead, sensing there was more to be told. Mamako nodded at him, thankful for a stable mind amongst the chaos.
"However." The doctor said, causing everyone's head to snap up and glare at him. There was a however?
"We are not yet sure of the effect of such a high fever for extended periods in this man. Sakuma-san is still unconscious, and until he wakes up we will not be able to properly assess as to if there is any brain damage or other negative effects of the fever. We will keep you posted." Mamako said, then simply left.
Shuichi was one of the few still standing. There could be any number of things wrong... He thought, clearly in shock. The world began to spin dangerously, and he haphazardly wondered if he should hold on to keep from falling off of it. His vision flickered in and out, and then felt the world give way under him.
Shuichi didn't feel strong arms keep him from hitting his head on the tiled cement floor.
Hiroshi Nakano looked down at the exhausted boy in his arms. He lifted the singer up, motioning for Tohma and Noriko to make room on the only sofa in the room. The spread apart without a qualm, too caught up in their own thoughts to even notice the unconscious Shuichi on the sofa with them. Hiroshi ruffled the boy's pink, lackluster hair.
"Shu, you're gonna worry yourself to death one of these days..." Hiroshi mumbled, going off to find Shuichi lunch for when he woke up, even if he had to force feed it to him. Man, he needed a beer right about now.
Somewhere inside room 463, amidst various tubes and machines, Sakuma Ryuichi had reached awareness.
Tohma blinked as Two nurses skittered along into Ryuichi's room. He followed them, hoping not to be noticed, or at least not bothered about it.
Tohma's stomach sank to his knees, his heart up into his throat. Ryuichi looked like some sort of science experiment. He went over to the side of the bed, ignoring disapproving glances by the nurses. He took Ryuichi's hand, not expecting a reply.
He got one.
Ryuichi squeezed Tohma's hand with a weak grip, a ghost a smile teasing his lips. Tohma almost squealed at the sight of it, taking Ryuichi's hand up to his lips and kissing it.
"Ryuichi!" Tohma cried out for joy, causing more nurses to flutter over, checking various machines and running routine procedures. Ryuichi didn't offer any more response, but Tohma was thrilled nonetheless. He let the nurses do as they would, and practically ran back to the waiting room.
"He's awake!" Tohma spilled, causing the entire room, Shuichi even, to sit bolt upright. "He squeezed by hand and smiled at me." Tohma said, beaming like a child showing off a portrait of his kitty. Shuichi ran over to Tohma, badgering him with questions, and for once, Tohma didn't mind.