Title: Collide
Chapter Two: A Bout of Tears
Pairing: Tatsuki/Kotarou
Summary: When Tatsuki is involved in a car accident, a concussion alters his powers to the point where he sees five minutes into the future. How will this new power change his outlook on life and his feelings toward Kotarou?

Kotarou felt sick to his stomach as he sat in one of the cold metal chairs of the hospital waiting room. Upon their arrival at the hospital, a nurse at the front desk had informed them that, although Tatsuki's condition wasn't fatal, he had received a broken arm and a concussion. He'd been taken to the emergency room and was currently undergoing surgery to treat the swelling to his brain and repair his arm. The inspector in charge of the case had asked to talk to the injured teens guardian but after a tearful bout of worried pleas from Kotarou had relented on letting the younger youth hear the accident report as well.

As it turned out, the driver of the collision vehicle had been under the influence of liquor and had passed out just minutes before crashing into the unsuspecting Tatsuki. The driver hadn't been wearing his seatbelt, and thus had hit his head against the steering wheel. The resulting release of the emergency air bag had suffocated the man to death by the time emergency personal had arrived at the scene. Tatsuki for his part, had been sent flying into the hood of the car and had received a concussion - from the lack of a bike helmet - and a broken right arm, along with a few cuts and bruises. As an apology for the incident, the family of the influenced driver had arranged to pay Tatsuki's hospital bills.

It was around two in the morning, when Dr. Umani - the surgeon who'd treated Tatsuki - came into the waiting room to inform the anxious Oohiras that Tatsuki had successfully gone through his surgery and was resting in a quiet room on the second floor.

Dr. Umani gave a hesitant smile, "There is something you should be aware of before you visiting him."

Kotarous smile faded as he starred at the doctor with wide eyes, "H-he's not in a c-coma, is he?"

Giving Kotarou a small pat on the head, Dr. Umani shook his head. "No need to worry. His brain waves were strong and healthy - a little above normal but nothing to worry about. He should be waking up in a couple of hours - he only received a minor concussion." The raven haired doctor smiled down at the relieved teen. "What I'm concerned about deals more with his state when he wakes up. We may be dealing with a short period of amnesia."

Grandpa Oohira rubbed his chin as he nodded his head in agreement. "Ah, yes." He put an arm around Kotarous shoulders as the young blonde stared at him in confusion. "Your Aunt Reina had it after she fell out of the old sakura tree last spring, remember?"

Kotarous brows furred before he nodded at last. "Yeah, I remember. Mom called me and told me Aunt Reina was staying with them until she regained her memory." He turned anxious eyes in the doctors direction. "Tatsuki won't remember anything when he wakes up?"

"It's a possibility. But I can't be certain until he wakes up. I just wanted to inform you as a precaution, should the concussion have jarred his memory." Dr. Umani reassured. "Ms. Lee, here, will show you to his room."

A chestnut haired nurse about Kotarous height smiled warmly as she came to stand behind the doctor. "Follow me, please."

Ms. Lee smiled reassuringly as she moved aside to let Kotarou in, stopping Grandpa Oohira with a hand on his shoulder. "Actually, sir, I need you to sign some forms." She turned back to give the small blonde a small wink, "Won't be long, I'll bring your Grandpa right back." Hooking an arm with the elder Oohira she left, closing the door behind her.

Kotarou shifted his gaze to the motionless body covered in white satin sheets. Taking a big gulp of air, he took a tentative step forward, followed by another and another until he was standing a hairs-breath from the bed.

His gaze traveled across the prone form as tears began to forming his eyes. He could see Tatsuki's right arm, already incased in the folds of a black plaster cast, as it lay by his side. A bandage had been wrapped around his head, a small tuffs of raven dark hair protruded in places. The small blonde couldn't hold back the small smile as he caught sight of the daffy duck band-aid, curtsey of Ms. Lee - who was usually stationed in the child ward - that had been administered to his left cheek.

Kotarou collapsed with a shallow gasp of air. His heart pounding loudly in his ears as he clutched the white sheets in his hands and shook his head against the soft satin. "Stupid." His whispered plea, muffled against the cold sheets.

'Tatsuki, you idiot.' He thought as his body shook. 'Your always making me cry.'