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Horo stared at the too still form of Ren spread out on the white sheets. It was like a big joke, that's all it was.
Happy Birthday, Horo. He could almost imagine Ren saying sarcastically.
The Chinese shaman himself was sickly pale and looked like he was somehow blended into that mess of blankets, IV, and pillow. It was the only time Horo didn't enjoy raking his eyes over Ren's silky hair; it contrasted strongly with his paled skin and made him look like a zombie.
This is what you wanted, right? He imagined Ren asking playfully. It's my present to you.
"No..." Horo stepped back hesitantly from the bed, wanting to bolt from the room and find the mean, sarcastic, and gorgeous shaman he was familiar to. The idiot on the bed was just a fake. He would go find the real Ren. His Ren.
There's only one of me, Horo. You chose me. You said you loved me, and only me. You won't find another Ren anywhere.
The image of a tear-streaked face was so vivid in Horo's mind. Ren's tear-streaked face.
His eyes darted again to the figure laying on the hospital bed and unwillingly stared into Ren's face, searching for tears. As expected, there were none, but the last glimpse of Ren's golden eyes filled with quiet tears were imprinted so strongly in Horo's thoughts that he could almost make them appear.
He looked so tired. There were black bags under his eyes. Ironically, Ren had been in a coma for the past 3 weeks. A long and deep sleep, Horohoro thought. But he still looked so tired. Tired and pained. It was the only expression he could remember Ren having for the last few months he had been with the Chinese Shaman. No smiles or grins, not even that famous smirk.
And then Horo realized it was truly Ren. And he knew he wouldn't find another just like his Ren in the whole entire world if he searched for the rest of his life.
So don't leave me.
Whaaa... If people are curious and like it enough, I have ideas for a story to go along with this. Please review!