Disclaimer: don't own it
An: I am so tired.
Ch. 4Hiro-now wearing tight black jeans and a red tank top stood back stage in a club known for drug-dealings and bitch-assin (copy write to Samie) music tuning his guitar that now sported flames. His hair, now with orange, yellow, and a little bit of white-blonde resembled flames and was left loose.
Shuichi wore baggy black pants with multiple chains and zippers along with a tight black T with 'Drug Abuser' written on it in red. His hair was black with red bangs. He had a lip ring with a chain connecting to one of his many earrings. Also, he wore black combat boots and multiple bracelets and spike collars and a silver cross on a long chain.
Shuichi and Hiro were merely waiting for their last three band members in their band, Drug Abuse.
Shuichi felt a little wobbly and had been since he had taken a few Anaprox for a killer migraine he had had earlier. The scary thing was…he was unable to remember how many he had taken.
"Hey, Shu. You don't look so good man."
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I just need to lie dow-"
"Shu!"
Hiro caught him just before he fell on to the floor.
"Shu! Hey man, wake up! Shit."
Hiro rushed Shuichi to the Hospital praying whatever was wrong with his buddy had nothing to do with the illegal drugs they took and sold. The last thing he wanted was for Shuichi to end up in jail, or worse, this might be fatal.
Once at the hospital Hiro sat in the waiting room while the doctor looked at Shuichi. The emergency room was way too white, clean and quiet. Reasons Shuichi hated hospitals. He also claims he suffocates on the sanitary smell and it always feels like death.
/Yeah, Shuichi is not gonna be happy if and when he wakes up./
I am so sleepy! I'm sorry I've taken so long to update. The ch. WILL get longer around ch. 10. (cuz that's when my friend Samie started to pester me about such short ch.) Please review & if you like Final Fantasy 8, go check out my other fics! Enjoy!