Anyway, here's chapter 5. Enjoy!
There was a frenzy of activity in the surrounding area of the bey stadium. A few BBA officials had also heard the gunshot and immediately deployed specialized BBA officers onto the scene. They were greeted by the Two Russians Tala and Bryan who had relayed the recent events to them.
It only took a couple of moments for the stadium to be closed down and swarms of officers, SWAT members and two very irate Russians to start painstakingly scour the surrounding area.
Even so, that offer very little comfort for Miguel. He sat by a plain white hospital bed, clasping a clammy white hand. Kai is laying in a bed in the near by BBA medical room, a moist cloth on his forehead. He has a fever and his breathing is harsh. His face was contorted in pain and it broke Miguel's heart to see such a strong person like Kai so vulnerable.
The scene after Kai had succumb to the dart was one of sheer panic and fear. Everyone had immediately gathered around, their faces holding the expressions of horror, fear and shock.
Why Kai? Why Kai of all people.
Miguel was vaguely aware that Spencer was carefully taking some blood from Kai's other arm. He said that he needs to do a few small quick tests to see what was in that dart. He takes a few drops of blood and places them in several small test tubes. He flicked his wrist, giving it a little shake.
He grimaced when the liquid in one of the test tubes turned blue.
"Well?" Tala asked. He had returned from the search party with Bryan moments earlier, which unfortunately came up with nothing. He was one of a few that Spencer had allowed in the room with Kai. There was Miguel of course. He absolutely refused to leave Kai's side.
There was Robert. He was levelheaded and intelligent. He could give Spencer a hand of the need calls for it. Johnny had accompanied him and wouldn't take no for an answer.
Claude was the other. He was there to offer Miguel support, and stop Tala from going off his head.
Spencer sighed and slipped into a nearby seat. "He's been poisoned."
Claude gasped. "Poisoned?"
"Yes," Spencer nodded grimly. "but I don't know what. It'll take time to do some more tests, but I'm not sure how long-"
"What do we do?" Bryan asked, cutting him off. He didn't want Spencer to finish that sentence.
"We need to find the antidote." Robert replied.
"A lot of good that will do if we don't know what the poison is." Tala snapped, his eyes narrow and dangerous.
"Tala." Claude said, moving himself to rest his hands against Tala's chest.
Tala sighed. "Right, sorry."
"Lets check the archives." Spencer suggested. "We know the symptoms, so lets start from there."
Johnny groaned. "But that could take forever."
Robert rubbed the bridge of his nose. "We don't have much choice, do we?"
Johnny sent him a sour look, but knew he was right. "No."
"Well, I'm not going to sit in some room and read books." Bryan said looking annoyed and frustrated. "I'm going to go out and ask around. Surely someone would have had to have seen something."
"I'll go too." Johnny said. Anything's better then sitting on their asses and doing nothing while Kai is laying on some hospital bed struggling to breath.
"Me as well." Tala said, gently taking Claude into his arms. "Claude, help Spencer and Robert."
Claude nodded. "Ok." He whispered, giving Tala a small kiss before stepping out of his arms.
"I'll stay here." Miguel said, speaking for the first time since this whole thing started.
Everyone turn their attention the blond who refuses to turn his gaze away from Kai. Even though the sight was heartbreaking, Miguel just couldn't take his eyes away from the one person who had managed to bring so much happiness into his life.
The group nod to him even though he didn't see it and they leave. Spencer lingers behind and Robert notices. They share a brief glance, having a conversation without the use of any words. Robert nodded, mentally telling him that he would wait outside. Spencer returns the nod, then moves to place a hand on Miguel's shoulder.
"Don't blame yourself." He said.
"Too late." Miguel whispered. Even though Spencer couldn't see his eyes, he was pretty sure that there were tears in those blue depths. "He knew that something was going to happen, and I-"
"Was able to do nothing." Spencer said, cutting him off. "You didn't know that this was going to happen. Don't waste your energy feeling guilty, ok?"
Miguel was silent for a moment. "You're right." He whispered in response.
"Call me immediately is anything changes."
"Of course." Miguel replied.
He sat in silence, his gaze never moving too far from Kai's still form. He leaned forward and placed a light kiss to Kai's cheek, feeling the heat from his fever. Suddenly his lover stirred.
"Miguel?" He whispered, his voice low and harsh. It sounded painful to talk.
"Shh, it me." Miguel said, trying to keep his voice steady and soothing. "You need rest, Kai."
Kai blinked his exotic colored eyes at him and frowned. "Are you all right?" He whispered. "You look pale. You're crying too. What's wrong?"
Miguel felt like sobbing. Even though Kai is laying in a hospital bed, with a high fever, harsh breathing, he's still worried about him. Kai always worries about him. Even when his attention should be focusing on himself for once.
"Everyone else always comes first, don't they Kai?" He whispered, placing a gentle kiss to Kai's lips.
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Tyson sat in the locker room with the rest of his teammates. They all sat in silence, no doubt thinking about what had just happened. He wasn't there when it happened, but he had heard from the others that Kai was standing in front of that useless Blond at the time he was hit by the dart.
They say that Kai was at one end of the stadium when suddenly he moved to the other side to get to Miguel when moments later, he was hit by the dart. They're also saying that Kai has sensed that something was wrong and placed himself between Miguel and the dart. He took the dart for Miguel!
Stupid Kai. Why did he have to take the dart for Miguel? It wasn't meant for him.
Tyson sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. What does he do now? Kai is no use to him if he's laying unconscious in a bed somewhere. Though he could get a few extra brownie points for being so dedicated for his ex-team captain.
Tyson sits by his captain and friend's bedside in a silent vigil.
Yeah, that sounds good. That's be on the cover of tomorrows newspaper. Of course, that is if he can get past the Blitzkrieg boys and bump Miguel off.
Sending a quick glance to his teammates, Tyson stands up. He'll need to have a quick meeting with Barthez first. He needs to know how he could possible mess up this badly.
Tyson's an evil little bugger, isn't he? Things are starting to get interesting, ne? I have no idea how long this fic will be seeing as I only just covered the topic of the dart in chapter 4. Ah, well. Doesn't matter. Kinda have writers block at the moment so bare with me.
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