Shigure looked up from his newspaper upon hearing a large 'thump' from upstairs. Shigure, being the dog that he is, decided to check what had happened upstairs.
"Yuki, Kyo… you better not have wrecked my hou- dear god…" Shigure gasped and covered his mouth, staring in horror at the mass of grey and red in front of him. Yuki lay motionless on the ground, his head bleeding his wrist twisted in a sickening direction. His forehead was matted with sweat, a sign that he might be alive still.
"K-Kyo! Call a goddamn ambulance! T-the phone's in the kitchen!" He said, bending down and checking the grey-haired teen's pulse. He was alive, but just barely.
Kyo had enough sense in him to know that when Shigure swore, whatever nonsense he was talking about was usually serious. He wasn't really sure why he wanted him to call an ambulance, but he ran downstairs in just his pants and did so anyway.
After confirming the location to the person on the other line, he hung up and ran upstairs to see what was amidst.
"Shigure, what's so serious that I had to call an am… bu… lance… oh my god…" Kyo stared in horror at the two crumpled figures on the ground. Shigure was clutching onto Yuki for dear life and Yuki looked like he had already let go (A/N read over this sentence one more time and it'll make MUCH more sense). The cat dropped to his knees beside Shigure, wrenched him from the older man, and cradled the prince in his own arms.
"Yuki… Yuki don't die… don't be dead… oh god…" Kyo stammered on to Yuki, each minute ticking away like an hour waiting for that damned ambulance.
When the ambulance did come, Kyo was in tears, and refused to let him go, until one of the workers eventually wrenched him off. He followed right along beside the stretcher until they loaded Yuki into the ambulance and told him he couldn't come with them in the large van. He could've sworn he'd been chasing that damned vehicle for about an hour before he collapsed on the pavement.
He lay there for a while, his legs refusing to move, and his whole body hurting like hell. Eventually Shigure came and gathered him, helping him walk back to the Sohma manor. When they had reached the massive house, Kyo just wanted to die. He walked slowly up the staircase and collapsed on his bed. He brought a chair from one side of the room to face his easel. He picked up a paintbrush from under his bed and opened numerous paint cans, dipping and mixing, before finally laying one single stroke on the canvas. He continued to pain far into the next morning, where he told himself to go to bed and forced the paintbrush out of his hand.