After three weeks of intensive care and worry, Tsuuki shifted in the hospital bed and s\tried to sit up. He couldn't remember what he was doing here, but something came back to him as his chest tightened at the sudden movement. He had to lie back down to alleviate the deep sting in his chest. After a few long minutes of deep breathing, he began putting things together. He was with Hisoka. At the bakery. He had snacks. …But then what? Oh, yeah… Muraki.

He sighed hard and scowled at the ceiling. Had that madman done something to him? That, he couldn't remember. During their small spat, he remembered feeling weak, and the pain in his arm was nearly unbearable, but for Hisoka's sake, he fought on. Then, he thought about the bench he had completely destroyed. Tatsumi would not be happy about that… Speaking of which…

Hearing soft breathing, Tsuzuki turned his head slightly to the left and saw Tatsumi sleeping in the chair by his bed. He didn't look angry, and he looked really tired. How long had he been there, watching over him? How long had he been out? The longer he stared at his former partner, the more questions he had. Where was Watari? Where was Hisoka? Why weren't they there? Were they okay? Would he get vacation time after this? Okay, so that last one wasn't as important as the others, but he was still Tsuzuki and was allowed to think little Tsuzuki thoughts. But soon, his need to know grew wild, and he couldn't stand to wait. He weakly reached his hand out and set it over Tatsumi's. even just the small action was enough to pull Tatsumi out of his troubled sleep. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, and then he noticed the amethyst eyes staring at him.

"Tsuzuki…"

"Morning… Tatsu…mi…"

For some reason, his throat seemed raw, and he was breathing heavy again. As he breathed, his chest began to burn, and he closed his eyes as he waited for the pain to leave him. Tatsumi rose from his seat and worriedly pushed a button by the bed. Within moments, Watari ran I with a syringe. Tsuzuki was too out of it to feel the needle pushing through his skin, but he felt calmer afterwards. Once he was calmed down and still mostly conscious, he turned to the two. Tatsumi had been given a fright, and Watari was shaking his head at him.

"You have to relax, Tsuzuki. If you get over excited, you're going to get worse."

"Worse? I don't think I could feel any worse right now…"

Tatsumi leaned over and put his hand to his forehead. Tatsumi's hand seemed cold, but it felt nice against his heated flesh.

"Your fever has gone down, at last. And aside from that, you've regained consciousness. I'd say you're getting better. Are you hungry?"

Tsuzuki shook his head.

"You should eat. You need to get your strength back."

"…A cold… did this to me?"

"It wasn't a cold, Tsuzuki… you've suffered from cardiac arrest. We had to restart your heart."

Tsuzuki's eyes widened and his hands shook as Tatsumi held them, but other than that, he couldn't react very much due to the sedative. Still, Tsuzuki was shocked. His lips quivered and his mouth felt even dryer as he tried to get words out.

"I-I was…"

"We revived you. You're in stable condition now, but you have to rest."

"My god… I can't believe this…"

He closed his eyes again and he was shaking. Watari went to the other side of the bed and set a hand on his shoulder to calm him. Then, another thing popped into his head. Again, he tried to sit up, but Tatsumi pushed him down.

"W-where is Hisoka? Is Hisoka okay!"

"Physically, Hisoka should be fine."

"Should be…?"

"Bon was hurt the most by this. After he brought you in, he had a nervous breakdown and ran off, locking himself in his apartment. We haven't seen him in three weeks."

So that was explaining his next question. He had been unconscious for three weeks… and Hisoka was closing himself off again. After all the progress they had made, his heart attack may have turned back the clock.

"Tsuzuki?"

He opened his eyes again, and saw the worried faces.

"I need to go and see him."

"Not in your condition, you wont."

The blonde put his hands on his head and gave a stern, very matter-of-factly. Sighing, he nodded his head. He wouldn't go to see his partner just yet. No… he'd wait until the others were away.