Warnings: Contains yaoi, rape and abuse. Yaoi means that two guys are in love. If this offends you in any way, don't continue to read this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade in any way or form. All the characters are borrowed from the anime, and those who isn't, I do own. This story may not be copied or published in some other way without my permission. I do not make any money from writing this and my interest is to entertain only.
Further: Waaah, thank you so much! You really outdid me, Ladya-sama!
Ladya C. Maxine
and I'm not gonna write answers to the reviews in this story. I really don't have the time...sorry!
Chapter 2
I woke up the moment I hit the green-carpeted floor. I was breathing heavily, and my skin was cold and sweaty. I had no idea what the reason behind my abrupt wakening was, only a faint memory of a nightmare. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably and I pulled my knees to my chest as I leaned against the soft couch. A deep sigh escaped me and I cursed my life, like so many times before. Why was this happening to me? I had tried so hard to push the memories away, but they always came back to haunt my very soul.
My gaze fell upon the alarm clock, making me release a small groan. It was a quarter past seven, meaning I only slept for one and a half hour. But knowing I would not, under any circumstances, be able to go back to sleep, I stood up and stretched my arms above my head.
My stomach growled loudly, making me realise I hadn't eaten for about 20 hours or so. The fact that I felt hungry calmed me somewhat, considering that I had the bad habit of not eating for a couple of days when my schedule was hectic enough. I yawned and slowly pulled out my bag from underneath the couch. I always kept the blue-white bag at the office, filled with the things I needed for a sleep over.
I grabbed my toothbrush and went into the washroom. My hair had come undone during my short rest and hung in a wild mess behind me. I sighed, rather annoyed, which was understandable. It would take forever to comb it all out. I took one final look in the mirror to glare at myself before turning on the tap.
……
I slowly walked down the corridor. My hunger had gotten to me and since there might be something to munch on in the cafeteria, I'd finally dragged myself outside. I had yet another five hours of free time, but I didn't care much if I just down right skipped those.
The cafeteria was filled with people and I immediately regretted coming down. I wasn't on a great term with anyone there, except for Emily who I knew just a bit. She was the only one there who treated me like…well, human.
Luckily, she spotted me in the doorframe.
"Ray!" she smiled, turning a few curious eyes in my direction.
I returned the smile and walked over to where she sat typing on her laptop. I felt the always judging gazes on me. No one really trusted me, knowing about how I first came there. None of them had ever expected, given the not-so-dignifying first impression I must have made, that I would become a colleague. First impressions are important, but I was proving myself as a doctor and had thought that they would see that. Apparently not.
"Hey Emily," I greeted as I sat down opposite her.
"Aren't you off duty?" she asked, giving me/my appearance a puzzled look.
I was wearing black Chinese shoes, a deep purple T-shirt under the white unbuttoned coat and dark grey baggy-pants, kept in place by a red belt. This was one of the two sets of clothes I kept at the office.
I rested my chin in my hand and yawned.
"I am," I answered.
"Well, aren't we quite a workaholic?" she smirked teasingly at me.
"Aren't we both?" I replied, smiling toothily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm collecting all my information about Cancer into the laptop, then I will send it to the lab in Washington where they are trying to find a cure," she said simply.
I moved to sit beside her so that I could have a look at the screen. Frowning I turned to her.
"It's just a bunch of numbers"
She smiled at my conclusion, amused by my keen observation.
"Yeah. I'm researching and calculating the structure of cancer cell. Every number stands for a certain molecule, so that we can measure its growth."
I shook my head.
"And you're a nurse. Is this what you call spare time?"
"Actually, I'm a volunteer nurse. I don't have to work, since I get money anyway. What I really want to do is help people. So I'm a scientist who, until I can help by finding a cure for cancer, am doing what I can." She turned back to the screen and I couldn't help but smile.
Some people had such pure intentions in life. They dedicated their whole life to do good. Rarely did I encounter such selflessness, but every time I did, I was reminded of what life could be like. Tala was like that too. Yeah, he comes off as slightly selfish and harsh but he really didn't care much about himself and, in his unique way, offered his help to others. Whether they ask for it or not.
Most people in my life were the opposite, and they always had been, especially my family. But I wouldn't allow myself to be pitied. After all, There were a million people who had it worse than I did. In other words, I had no right to be whining.
A sharp prickling made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Looking up, I found, much to me dismay, Michael. He was standing a few feet from our table, glaring daggers at me. I then understood he had said something to me.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I plastered a fake smile on my face.
"I said that this isn't a god damn motel, Kon." His Mediterranean orbs met my amber ones, and I couldn't help but look away and that showed that I acknowledged his superior, albeit unintentionally. I don't like him, to say the least.
But his gaze was, although a different colour, so similar to someone else I knew. I couldn't bear to meet them. It was something I had learned not to a long time ago. They showed hatred, domination and confident. Exactly like the one's who constantly came back in my memory and to tell the truth, I felt extremely weak and helpless.
"It won't happen again, Mr. Sheldon," I apologised when all my thoughts were collected again.
He smirked with satisfaction, making me feel even more useless.
"Well, since you're here anyway, you can try and shove some food or water into the patient in room number 145."
I stiffened. I knew that number.
'Kai…'
"How come?" I asked when he turned to leave.
"One, because I said so. And two, because he needs nutrition. Ever heard of that? The IV helps, but people need to eat too, Doctor Kon," he scowled, laying it thick on the title.
With that said, he left.
I growled angrily. Although I never saw much of Michael, he seemed to hold a grudge or something against me. Why? I couldn't understand. I had never done anything to him. Why did I have to feed the two shade haired guy anyway? That wasn't my job. Hell, that was way below my qualifications! I'm a doctor, not a bedside nurse! Michael was purposefully putting me down and the worse part was that I couldn't say no to that redhead jerk.
"Do not give him too much though," Emily informed calmly.
"Who?"
"Kai."
"Why?"
"His body won't be able to handle it, partly because of his state and partly because his body won't be used to it."
Her information confused me and I thoughtfully scratched my head. I then asked what first came to my mind.
"How do you know?"
She blinked and pushed her glasses further up her nose.
"I did and analyse of his blood sample and it showed a sugar level so low that he most likely have not had much to eat for quite a time. Because of that, it's not wise to feed him too much."
I dragged myself up from the chair and gave Emily a small nod. She smiled, weakly but encouraging at me then turned back to her work.
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I stood there looking at the white door that proudly boasted the number 145 as if mocking me. I frowned at my hesitation and my hands gripped the red food tray tighter. Raising my left hand, I knocked on the blank surface, still not sure if I really should be doing this. When no answer came, I pushed it open anyway.
"Kai?" I called out, peeking into the quiet room.
"Dr. Kon," he mumbled from where he sat with a small nod.
I knew he didn't intend for me to notice, but I could still see his shoulders lowering a bit and face relaxing, pupils going back to normal: the knocking had frightened him.
"Good morning. How do you feel?"
No answer, as expected. Instead, he looked down at the tray I was carrying.
"I have to eat that?"
There wasn't any emotion in his voice, and I wasn't even sure that it really had been a question. Still, I nodded and walked over to him and placed the tray on the bedside table.
His skin had gone from ivory to light crème, meaning he was recovering. His hair was still as messy as ever though, and his right arm trembled despite his great effort to hide it as he reached out to take the cup of water.
"Tell me what you were doing yesterday out in the corridor" I said when he took bite of the sandwich, followed immediately by another. He chuckled dryly.
"Trying to figure out why the hell I was still here."
I felt a ting of guilt run through my heart and looked over at the widow as he took the other sandwich.
"I'm sorry."
He quirked an eyebrow, making me realize that I had spoken that out loud. I hadn't intended to, it just slipped my mouth.
"How come?" he asked, sounding just a little too uninterested to be convincing, and took a sip of the water.
I didn't reply. Just silently cursed my tongue and hoped that he didn't read too much into it. His scarlet eyes were studying me with great interest, judging me, just like everyone else.
Unwillingly, my pupils turned into slits and I growled low, but still, unfortunately, loud enough for him to hear. Actually, he stiffened a little and looked wary enough to run away any moment, his left hand grasping the white cover. I forced myself to calm and sat down at his bed.
He didn't move. However, his body had tensed even more the moment I touched the sheets. He was on high alert and his eyes showed a kind of fire I'd never seen before. I also noticed that he wore a white hospital shirt, a bit red at the end of the sleeves. Then, for the first time, I was the one to seek eye contact.
"I'm sorry I did something against your will," I smiled weakly.
The boy seemed to be a bit hesitant of how to answer that but, to my great surprise, leant forward towards me. He didn't take his eyes from mine and didn't stop until his face was but a few inches from mine.
"Don't bother, I couldn't care less," he hissed.
"Why?" I asked, voice ridiculously weak.
He smirked at me, not intending to answer that though his smirk disappeared when he turned towards the window. With a sigh, the boy closed his eyes.
"Dr. Kon?" he said.
"Yeah?" I replied tiredly, leaning backwards and rubbing my temples.
"I would like to have my ID card back, if you don't mind"
I blinked, a bit surprised that he even noticed it was gone in the first place. He was a quick observer and if he had been able to stagger out of bed just a few hours after a near death experience, he had to have a deadly strong will or-and strength.
Still, I nodded at his request.
"You will. But it's currently in one of my colleague's possession."
"The redhead with blue eyes?"
"Which one did you see?
He could mean either Michael or Tala, both had red hair and blue eyes, although Tala's were of a much brighter and beautiful hue than Michael's.
"The nurse. Dr. Sheldon is far too proud and spoiled to even have touch me to begin with. My guesses he is more of a paperwork doctor."
My mouth fell open. Although he hadn't been there for more than a few hours he already was able to both learn the names of, and analyze, the staff. This guy was scary. Not knowing what to really say, but knowing I looked like a complete idiot at the moment, I spoke.
"Yeah, he is. The nurse's name is Tala Ivanov"
I couldn't believe myself, I had just revealed Tala's first name to a total stranger. That was not only inappropriate but also irrelevant. Hope Tala wouldn't mind.
"And what is yours?"
"Huh?"
"Your name?"
I was silent for a few seconds, not knowing if I should tell him or not. But after a few seconds, I decided that no harm could come from it.
"Raymond Kon"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
"Blood type?"
"B-positive."
"Married?"
"No."
The question were too personal for my liking but I couldn't stop answering. I didn't know why he was asking me all this; maybe he was genuinely interested, or just plain bored.
"Your name is Kai Hiwatari, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Eighteen?"
"Correct."
"Blood type A?"
"Not married."
"I didn't ask if you were," I retorted, admittedly getting annoyed with his arrogance. I wasn't in the mood for that in any way. Yeah, so I started the stupid 20 Questions-round but I didn't like it when others gave me attitude. Case in point: Michael.
A loud melody coming from my pocket got my attention and I pulled out my black cell-phone.
"Tala?" I asked though I identified the number any way.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed I had Kai's full attention though he quickly looked in another direction when he realized it.
(You're up!)
"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"
(Ray, you should be asleep!)
"The why did you call when you thought I was asleep?" I asked with mocked exasperation.
I picked up the sound of a low chuckle which I was sure Kai hadn't meant for me to hear.
(…Good point. Sorry buddy, I can call back later if this is a bad time.)
"Don't bother. What do you want now?"
It was silent for a moment, and I soon regretted pulling such a harsh tone.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
(No offence taken, but what side of who's bed did you wake up?)
I was about to answer but then blushed rather vibrantly when vivid images flashed in my mind which for some reason included the teen sitting before me. Then again, Tala had his suspicions, no doubt, so maybe he did mean what I thought he meant…sly bastard.
Said crimson eyed boy raised a eyebrow at me and I coughed nervously and with no small amount of embarrassment.
"Tala, what's the problem?" I said, teeth clenched together in a poor attempt to make the blush disappear.
(Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to know if you want to have dinner with us tonight?)
"And this couldn't wait till later because…?"
(Bryan will be at school all day and he will stop at the market this afternoon, and we won't have any contact until evening, so I had to know if we should count you in?)
"Yeah, do that. I'd love to"
(Great, see ya.)
"Bye."
(Yup. Oh, Bryan says hello)
I laughed at the contradicting words in the background as I ended the conversation.
"Got a date?" Kai smirked, eyeing me, the two sandwiches already eaten.
I shook my head and, with all intention to leave, walked away. I stopped at the muffled sound coming from behind. I turned only to see Kai standing on the floor, holding his forehead.
"Kai?" I asked, worried by his action.
"Where's the bathroom?" he hissed and stumbled across the room towards me, holding the metal pole with the IV bag.
I lunged forward and caught him as he was about to fall. Collecting himself, he pushed me off him and with a small growl of dismay made it clear not do something like that again.
"So?" he mumbled, frowning.
"To your left," I replied, pointing at the door a few feet from where he stood.
The teen rolled his eyes, at me or himself I did not know. With small steps he went into the bathroom and I didn't know whether to follow or not, I wasn't sure if he needed help. Still, him falling to his knees before the toilet was a pretty darn good clue and I rushed in, worried at the strange gasps he was making. Practice warned me that there was only one outcome for this…
The moment my hand touched his shoulder, he started to throw up very violently. So badly, in fact, that I couldn't help being taken back. What if we had done something wrong when we treated him, or if he was more injured that we had first thought?
His body jerked harshly but the rush didn't last long and he finally sank further down at the floor, eyes dimmed by the effort. He sighed and said something monotonously. I had no idea what it meant but it sounded somewhat like another language. I sat down on my heals and gave him some paper. First, he just glared at me, but then accepted the paper and muttered a quiet 'thanks'.
When I had, despite his angry gazes, helped him back to the bed and made sure he was going to be okay, I sat down on a chair beside his bed. The teen looked at me puzzled.
"Why are you still here?" he asked annoyed.
"Because I don't know if I should get you help or not," I admitted.
"Not" he mumbled and sank further backwards into the pillows.
"What did you say in there?" I mused, tilting my head slightly.
"That I shouldn't have eaten anything."
Once again, I blinked. Then it hit me. Emily had said that after all, that he most likely wouldn't be able to keep anything. I cursed myself for giving him the food. But then again, even though he had just chucked his breakfast back up, the fact that he had eaten almost all of it meant that he was hungry.
Kai jumped when the door opened. His eyes were wide and his breath quickened again. This behaviour confused me, he was startled by about almost every movement he wasn't prepared for. I turned to the door and smiled at Dr. Judy Tate, who looked a bit confused.
"Kai?" she said, eyes now resting on the teen.
"Mrs. Tate," the spoken boy replied.
My eyes travelled from one to another as the blond woman walked forward, smiling at him, giving me a small nod to confirm my presence. Kai used his hands to push himself further up.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him, but he didn't reply.
The woman turned and looked worriedly at me. In return, I shook my head and sighed. I then stood up from the orange chair.
"I'll leave you two alone."
"Actually, I'm only going to give him antibiotics, so you don't have to, Dr. Kon," she murmured, mind somewhere else, filling the syringe with the transparent liquid.
I nodded slightly and sat back down. Kai watched us with uncertain eyes. He didn't seem that comfortable with the situation. At the sight of the syringe he frowned almost unnoticeable and his eyes flickered.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Surprised, he glared at me and I immediately regretted even asking him. Whatever was upsetting him, the chances that he would tell me were equal to zero. Proving my assumption, he shook his head and locked his eyes on the needle, a wary expression playing over his face.
"Can't I get that in pills or something?" he grumbled. It almost sounded like a whine.
Judy shook her head.
"I'm afraid this will do the job much faster Kai…Mr. Hiwatari."
He sighed with fatigue, but bared his upper arm, pulling up the white sleeve. I looked at his bandaged wrists, no blood had leaked through. When she stuck the metal through his pale skin, he closed his eyes and did his best to control the tiny shivers travelling through his body.
Pulling the intruding metal out, Judy gave me a significant gaze to which I nodded. She walked to the door and opening it, she turned to the teen.
"Mind if I tell him?" she asked.
Kai shook his head, releasing another sigh.
"Whatever."
When she had left, I turned to him. He looked tired and I decided to leave him alone.
"Can I ask you something?" I said to him, to which he rose his head.
"What?"
"How do you two know each other?"
"She's the mother of a friend of mine."
"A friend?"
He nodded and closed his eyes, slowly starting to relax. I turned my eyes to the door and stood up to leave. Before stepping out, I threw him a last look before disappearing outside. I quietly closed the door behind me and stared at the opposite wall, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly.
Then I remembered; I had forgotten to eat…again.
Tbc……
