A/N: Here's chapter 2, enjoy! Thank you so much for the reviews!
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me….oh poo.
Need
Leon opened his blue eyes only to shut them again as he whimpered in pain, his abdomen felt as though he had been punctured multiple times; which wasn't too far from the truth. Gritting his teeth in determination the Detective sat up, angrily swiping away the tears that had gathered at the corner of his eyes. What the hell happened! Why am I in so much pain! Leon slowly swung his legs over to the side of the bed, wondering why they felt so heavy and stiff. With a grunt he used his arms to lift his body off the bed, much to the horror of Count D.
D walked in the door just as Leon lifted himself off the bed, making the man cry out in fear as he saw Orcot clench his teeth as the muscles in his legs completely gave out. Leon prepared to hit the ground when he realized that his legs couldn't support his weight, and cried out in pain as his thighs contracted erratically. Leon opened his eyes as he found himself hitting something soft instead, a very worried Count D laying underneath him.
"My dear Detective are you okay?" D raised a slender hand to brush honey-gold hair behind a pierced ear, staring up into confused and hurting blue eyes.
"D, what's wrong with me? Why can't I walk? Damnit why can't I move!" Leon bit his lip to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes as D told him what the doctor's had said.
"Leon, you have been unconscious for a little over a four weeks now and….you may not be able to walk ever again. You went to a drug bust several weeks ago but it was a false tip, the Drug Lords knew that the cops would show. You ran into the building first and they open fired on you. Your upper thighs were shot a numerous amount of times, your muscles were so shredded that the surgeon had difficulty putting it back together again. You were also shot a little below the lung, and three bullets clipped your side. You got a concussion from falling on the concrete." A purple and a gold eye looked up sadly at the Detective, wishing that he could bear happy news for the injured Detective but there was none to be found.
Gently, the Chinaman lifted the now quiet Detective with an ease that belied his looks and placed him back in the bed, taking his tanned hand between his two pale ones. "Leon you know I'm still here for you, I meant what I told you." Blue eyes shifted from the wall to the Count's lithe figure and the Detective nodded in response, his memory going back to the day that D confessed his feelings to him. "We'll get through this, I swear." The Count squeezed Leon's hand in comfort, giving the man a small smile that highlighted his exotic beauty.
"C-could you stay with me? I don't like it in hospitals. I want to go home," Leon spoke in a soft voice, eyes downcast in embarrassment. The Detective gasped as D's lips brushed against his own, a tender had caressing the side of his face.
"Of course my dear Detective, I'll stay right here." Leon nodded and gave into the sleep that his body so needed, unknowingly curling towards the Count's body in his sleep. D watched over the fragile human as he slept, waves of grief and happiness flowing over him in waves. He didn't reject me this time, yet it saddens me that he is in such a state. I miss hearing his loud voice and his brash words, please get well soon.
The Kami flicked his wrist at the door and it gently eased shut with a soft click, giving the Detective a moment of privacy. D pulled a chair next to the bed and took a seat, picking up Leon's hand when his eyes flickered at the loss of contact. I love you Leon, and I will watch over you always.
Sorry its short, but school is not good for creativity time. Thanks a lot! Katty D.