Author's Note: Yes I'm making author's notes for the beginning of every chapter, so don't ask. Also, cheese is very good.

Chapter Three

Yes And No

I can free you, just give up.

No, I won't..

You can't escape the darkness.

I can..I know..I can...

It is pulling you deeper.

No..I'll..get away...

You can't wake up.

I can..I...

Yuki twitched, the first sign of movement in half a fortnight (two weeks). His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips parted, as if trying to form some words.

"Can..I can..I..." he went limp, then suddenly curled up under the hospital blankets, gripping his pillow and sheets, face screwing up in some kind of pain. "Can..I can..! I can!" he yelled, fighting to open his eyelids.

"Yuki!" he heard someone yell next to him. Someone familiar. Shuichi..? Maybe. Maybe the voices were just playing tricks on him again.

You can't fight it.

I can! I will!

You are weak.

No! I'll make it!

Just give up, then I can help you.

No! Stop it! Go away!

You can't ignore me.

"SHUT UP!!" he roared, forcing his eyes open, staring directly into the violet ones of Shuichi. His cheeks were wet, and were dripping tears onto Yuki's own. His eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn't eaten or slept in a month. But..he hadn't been asleep that long..just a short nap, right? He was just lying in his bed at home, and Shuichi was crying because of something that happened with the band..right? Right?

No. Something was wrong. It was too bright, the bed was too small, something was beeping and there was an IV stuck in his arm. What had happened? All Yuki could remember was the voice..the voice telling him to just give up and die, to just go away..

Shuichi hugged the older male tigthly. "Oh Yuki! I thought you'd never wake up!"

"What are you talking about?" grumbled Yuki, glaring slightly at him. "It's only been a few hours.."

Shuichi let go of him and stared. "Yuki..you've been in a coma for three weeks..."

It was Yuki's turn to stare oddly at him. "Three...weeks..?"

Shuichi nodded grimly.

Yuki fell back onto the hospital bed. 'Three..three..weeks?" he said weakly, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

"Don't close your eyes again! Please!" cried Shuichi, grabbing Yuki's hands. "Please.."

Yuki glared at him. Just came out of a coma and he just had to act heartless, as usual. "When am I getting out of here?"

Shuichi blinked. "Later today, maybe.." he looked sad again. "Please Yuki, stop drinking when you take your medicine..it could kill you..."

Yuki just glared -a bit softer this time- at the teen. It was almost cute the way Shuichi cared about him. Cute, but pathetic.

A few hours later Yuki and Shuichi arrived back the apartment, which had remained the same since Yuki was taken to the hospital. Except the spill had been cleaned up and the computer was off.

Yuki immediatly went to the fridge, pulling out another can of beer and sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Yuki, the doctor said for you to--" began Shuichi, looking worried.

"Shut up."

"But--"

"No."

Shuichi looked sad again, and sat next to Yuki, watching him worriedly.