Note: Hmmm. I do wonder, is my story that terrible? I've got two reviews, seven alerts, and one C2. But...only TWO reviews. What's wrong? Should I drop it or something? My first story got nine reviews first chapter, this only got two. Makes me very much sad. Please give it a chance? -sad sigh- Thanks much to reviewers and all alert adders. Readers too.

Warnings: Yaoi. Duh. Nah. That and mentions of illnesses. Don't want to give too much away yet though...

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. FAN. If I owned Kingdom Hearts what the hell would I be doing writing fanfiction?

Room 317 was a quiet room. Usually.

It was at least quiet when its resident was alone. Wide sapphire eyes stared out of a pale soft face, surrounded by wild blonde hair. Scrawny arms wrapped around his knees as he gazed blankly at the door, almost as if waiting for something.

It hadn't been five minutes before that "something" came bounding into the room. A wiry patient with flaming red hair and vivid green eyes stood in the doorway. He wore a grumpy expression, which melted away when his gaze fell on the blonde curled up on the bed. "Hey Roxas," he said happily, striding over to the boy and giving him a warm hug. He sat on the mattress and forced Roxas to look at him, then shook his head. Roxas' blue eyes remained darkened yet bright, like a contained fire.

"Man," the redhead started, shaking his fiery head again. "I got in trouble in arts again. Threw this guy across the room-after I broke his nose. Maybe a rib or two. But it wasn't my fault!" he added defensively. "He was talking shit about…well…someone." He couldn't bring himself to say 'Roxas.' Sighing, he said, "You-know-who got all mad at me over it. Well not mad, she never gets mad, but you know-as close as she gets. Warned me that if I didn't try harder I'd be put under 'better security.' So I guess I've got to remember to count to ten, don't I? Although, knowing me, when someone pisses me off I could count to a million and it wouldn't do any good. Then I'd just be angrier that I wasted all that time counting."

A ghost of a smile flitted across Roxas' face, and his eyes, sparkling to life, finally saw the person in front of him. "Axel," he said hoarsely. "I…" Axel's face lit in excitement and he gripped Roxas' hands, the way he was taught to do whenever this happened. "It's okay, take your time, just stay with me," he said urgently. "It's okay, I won't hurt you-no one will. I'll make sure of that. Stay with me please. I know you can do it." Roxas smiled sadly. "No-wait, listen," he rasped, squeezing their interlocked hands. "I've got t-to hurry, not much time left. I heard you talking. What you do means a lot to me and I…" he trailed off, the sparkle fading in his eyes. Axel looked horrified and pulled the teen into a tight embrace.

"No!" he said, hugging him fiercely. "Don't go away again, stay here-please stay here," he pleaded. Roxas' head fell limply on his shoulder, but he returned the hug, his hands tightening on Axel's back. "I…I'm sorry," he whispered, before his eyes grew dull and his hands fell limply at his sides. Axel sighed at the loss, blinking at the prickling sensation in his eyes. "It's alright Roxas," he said quietly, pulling back just enough to look at the boy. "You came back to me, even for a little while. I'm glad of that. You'll come again I know." He smiled a bit before resting a hand on Roxas' left cheek. "Even if I have to wait so long I need to fake it just to stay here I'll wait. You must be tired." He tucked the boy into bed, who stared off into nothingness through half-lidded eyes. Axel let himself out, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyelids as he let the door close behind him.

Room 407 wasn't nearly as quiet as room 317. In fact, anyone passing by could clearly hear the screaming coming from inside. This is how a dark-haired woman in a white uniform came bursting in, looking worriedly at the room's resident.

"Dr. Everhart!" she called, looking frightened. "Hurry! He can't wake up!"

A man in a white coat came hurtling around the corner, dark brown hair flying out behind him.

Cloud Strife thrashed around in his tangled and now ripping sheets, screaming himself hoarse. His usually bright blue eyes were screwed shut, but tears still seeped through his eyelids. A pale, shaking hand raked through unruly golden locks while the other hand pawed blindly at his face. "No," he wailed, now shuddering uncontrollably. "No please…"

The doctor strode forward and grasped his patients' hands, which had been swatting at things unseen. "Cloud relax," he urged soothingly in his ear. Cloud whimpered and his actions somewhat slowed down. The doctor sighed relaxing. He had been worried that this time Cloud wouldn't calm-

There was a 'thud' and a grunt of pain as Dr. Everhart made forceful contact with the wall. Sighing again, he sprang up and grabbed a pillow off the floor, placing it across Cloud's chest. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for Cloud's shoulders when…he fell silent.

Puzzled, the doctor waited, hands poised over his patient. Without warning, Cloud twitched violently and began screaming again. Only this scream was different. It wasn't one of fear or anger, but anguish; a mourning wail.

Dr. Everheart pressed firmly into his patient's arms, then proceeded to pin his arms to the bed. "It's alright now," he said lowly and firmly into Cloud's ear. "No one's going to hurt you Cloud, I promise." The doctor repeated a calming mantra over and over until the cries died down and the trembling stopped. Cloud whimpered again a few times before his brow smoothed out and his body relaxed. When his breathing was slow and steady, a sign that he was sleeping peacefully, the doctor gently shook him awake.

Cloud opened his bleary eye and the smallest of grins flitted across his face. "Hey doc," he murmured, struggling to sit up. "I did it again?" The doctor nodded and put a warm hand on his shoulder, pushing him kindly back down. "You need rest," he said firmly. "Only sleep when you're ready, but you still need rest. Doctor's orders." Cloud nodded, eyes half closed.

The doctor rose and walked to the doorway. He turned to look at the bed and found his patient already sleeping, snoring lightly. He shook his head with a small smile and closed the door quietly. The nurse waited anxiously in the hallway. "Doctor…" she said slowly. "All due respect, but why didn't you just-"

"Sedate him?"

"Yes." She hurried alongside him, struggling to keep her calm, polite demeanor and to keep up with long strides.

"Cloud wishes not to be medicated for his mental health unless it's a life-threatening situation. And I respect his decision."

Room 327 wasn't as loud as either room 407 or room 317. Usually.

"Get out!" Crash.

But it was a hell of a lot more violent.

A dark-haired orderly ducked as a chair flew at his head, breaking and splintering against the wall behind him. He straightened up, palms outstretched; a sign of peace. "Easy now," he said cautiously, "I just want to talk to you…"

"THE HELL WITH THAT!"

A young man of no more than eighteen snarled and picked up another chair. His pale, lean frame shook with anger and his teeth were bared. Messy silver hair splayed around his shoulders. Sea-colored eyes burned through the unfortunate orderly, who despite his training, trembled in fear. With a yell, the boy threw the chair, aiming for the man's center instead of his head. Said man screamed and dove out of the way, landing behind the sanctuary of splintered and ripped furniture. He called for help, but it wasn't needed.

The door banged open and Dr. Everhart rushed inside, followed by a smaller, younger woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Glad you could make it!" the orderly shouted from his hiding spot. The doctor nodded, and kept the woman behind him incase the patient decided to throw something else. He needn't have worried though. Said patient only stood glaring at them, arms folded across his chest. That…and he had nothing left to throw.

"Riku?" the doctor asked. The blonde stepped to his side, waiting.

"No," the patient snapped.

"Well what happened?"

The teen scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I was just sitting here reading and this guy," he glared at the orderly who was now picking up bits of furniture, "Comes to give me my dinner. So after I'm done I try to go outside and he tells me I've been banned!" he shouts, stamping his foot. "What did I do that I've been banned from going outside! You know how much I love being out there…" the last words came softly, sadly. His arms unfolded and hung limply at his sides, as he looked away at the floor, silver hair hiding his face from view.

The blonde stepped forward, sapphire eyes glowing with sympathy and sincerity. She put a warm hand on his shoulder. "Riku?" she asked quietly, knowing the answer.

"No," the boy choked out, putting his face in his hands. "Go away Naminé." Naminé cooed and hugged the boy instead, letting his head rest in the crook of her shoulder. He was taller than her, quite, but they managed anyway. She made small rubbing circles on his back, the other hand stroking his shoulder. "It's alright now," she whispered.

"But…he broke almost everything," the teen said thickly, wiping his eyes before pulling away from the warm embrace. He looked at the orderly, who was sweeping up rubble and dust. "Sorry if he hurt you," he said sincerely. The man smiled and nodded. "It's alright," he said. "No harm done."

Naminé stepped forward and put her small, graceful hands on either side of the patient's face. "Let me talk to Riku," she said quietly and kindly. The patient's eyed widened in fear and uncertainty. "But…" he began. "All I want is for you to try sweetie," she soothed, grasping his hands. "Can you do that for me please? Just do your best."

Sighing, the patient nodded and closed his eyes. He squeezed Naminé's hands, who squeezed back. His eyebrows knit and he flinched. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down. "Naminé?"

She smiled. "Hello Riku," she said releasing his hands. Riku groaned and put a hand to his temple, massaging it. "What happened?" he wondered. "I don't remember anything and I've got the worst headache…wait…" He surveyed the destruction and the two men standing at the door. "Leon, I'm sorry," he frowned at the doctor, collapsing on his torn mattress, putting his head in his hands. "I can't believe I did it again…"

The doctor strode forward and patted him on the shoulder. "It's alright Riku," he said calmly. "We know you didn't mean it. Besides, you're improving remember? With a little extra effort we can talk to all of you at will." Riku nodded dully, feeling sick. Naminé sat next to him and put a hand on his knee. "Besides, I came to tell you something," she said cheerfully, trying to lift Riku's mood. "You've got a new neighbor."

Almost instantly, he perked up. "Really?" Naminé nodded and pointed at his door window. "Go see for yourself," she insisted. Riku quickly crossed the room and peered through the pane of thick glass to the hallway outside. Two nurses were wheeling a boy who looked to be about Riku's age down the corridor. His thick cinnamon hair stuck out at the oddest angles, and his full lips stood out against his pale skin. There were bandages on his face, and an IV needle stuck in his exposed arm. Riku gazed transfixed at the new patient; interest, awe, and longing etched across his face.

"I found him." Riku reluctantly pulled his eyes away and turned to look at Naminé. "You what?" he asked. She nodded. "Actually he found me. A few nights ago. He just came out of nowhere, crawling in the grass. He looked so afraid and confused. Not to mention the pain. He begged me to help him and then he just…passed out." Riku looked back in the hallway where one of the nurses was unlocking what he guessed to be the patient's new room. Only a few doors over, Riku thought happily. "So…what's his name?"

"Sora."

"What?"

Leon stood behind them, looking at his new patient. "His name is Sora Taimedo." Riku frowned. "What happened to him?" he asked. The doctor shook his head. "No one knows yet. We're hoping he will when he wakes up. He's been out of it for four days now." Riku and Naminé stood aside as Leon opened the door and stepped through it. "Oh and Riku…" Leon said, looking at his patient. "You are allowed outside. I'll see to it." Riku nodded as he left. "I've got to go too," Naminé said, hugging Riku goodbye. "I've got to go check on Roxas." She gave a small wave and closed the door behind her.

Riku waited until all footsteps faded away before wrenching open the door and hurrying into the corridor. He crossed the narrow hall and to room 427. He peered inside, at Sora, who was still sound asleep, though facing the door, mouth slightly open. "Sora…"

Second note: Better maybe? Not trying to plead but...please review? I'll love you forever and six weeks if you do.