A/N: Chapter 26 is here. I'm thinking of taking a break tomorrow, so there will probably be no chapter tomorrow. Anyway, enjoy reading this chapter and please review.
Summary: Izaya has been having headaches lately and when more symptoms appear he decides to go to the hospital. There he gets to hear that he has brain cancer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!
Izaya had hoped that Shizuo would be right, but he wasn't so sure about it himself. He didn't feel like he could trust Mikado, which made it hard to believe that the kid would keep his mouth shut, especially to Kida and Anri, since the three of them were pretty close.
There was one way he would probably be able to find out about what they were thinking and that would be if he went back to the chat, but that meant starting his laptop again, which he hadn't done since that incident.
He knew his laptop would still be on the same page if he opened it, so he didn't really want to do it. He could also ask Celty to find out what they knew in the chat, but that meant that she had to ask about it, which would raise suspicion.
It would probably be better to just do it himself, but the next problem was that his laptop was placed out of reach, probably by Shizuo, since the blonde clearly knew it had been the reason he had been feeling bad.
He looked to the laptop and then at the distance he would need to walk to get there. There weren't any supporting bars like usual, so it would be harder, but to use the wheelchair just for this, was not something he was planning to do.
It should be fine right? It was a small distance, it was probably harder to get back, since he would be carrying the laptop, but he could at least try.
Pulling the sheets to the side, he lowered the bed till he would be able to touch the ground with his feet while he was still sitting on the bed.
When it was low enough, he helped his legs over the edge of the bed and let his feet touch the cold ground. He knew he should have something to wear on his feet somewhere, but he didn't see it anywhere close, so he decided to go without.
The next step would be harder. There was a chair in front of him, which he could use to lift himself up of the bed, but then it would be tricky if he would be able to keep standing.
Taking a deep breath, Izaya stretched his arms out and grabbed the chair, before starting to pull himself up. He had been practicing this out of the wheelchair, so he was able to lift himself up.
Now came the hardest part, the walking itself. Izaya could feel his legs shaking from the effort to keep him up, but he knew he needed to go on. Slowly he placed one foot forward, still holding onto the chair, then slowly the next.
"What are you doing?" A voice got him out of his concentration to which he lost his balance and he fell to the ground. Growling in frustration, Izaya could hear footsteps approaching him and when he looked up he saw Mikado looking down at him.
"Why did you have to start talking?" Izaya growled, not really pleased with the fact that the boy had taken him out of his concentration.
"I was wondering if you should be walking by yourself, you didn't look that steady." The boy answered, which caused Izaya to narrow his eyes at him.
"Someone placed my laptop out of reach, so I was just trying to get it." He ignored the fact that Mikado had said anything about him being unsteady.
"I will get it for you." Mikado said and walked over to grab the laptop. "Do you need help getting back?" Izaya shook his head furiously. There was no way he was going to accept the help from the kid.
Izaya ignored Mikado and grabbed the chair once more, placing his feet underneath him and tried to pull himself up off the ground, but he hadn't done this before yet, since Shizuo had been helping him every single time, so he didn't succeed in getting himself back in a standing position.
Why wouldn't his body listen to him? He had been trying for months already to get it back to working properly, but yet again it was betraying him.
His laptop got placed on the table beside his bed and then he noticed Mikado getting closer to him. "I don't need you help." Izaya growled and tried to lift himself once again, but when he felt himself fallen back to the ground again he felt two arms catching him and helping him into a standing position.
"That's all I will do, unless you need more?" Mikado asked, but Izaya shook his head and slowly went a few steps back to the bed before sitting down on it. He helped his legs back on the bed and then pulled the sheets over him once more.
Since Mikado was here now, he didn't need his laptop for now, but he could ask the kid to close the page on his laptop.
"What did you come here for?" Izaya asked first.
"I wanted to know how you were doing after last time." It was clear that the kid felt a bit uncomfortable about what he had seen. Izaya couldn't really blame him.
"Sorry that you had to see that." Izaya mumbled, not really wanting to apologize, but he did it anyway.
"Ah, no, don't be." Mikado tried to say, but Izaya could tell that the kid was still uncomfortable.
"Can you help me with something?" Izaya hated that he had to ask Mikado to do this for him, but he knew he couldn't ask Shizuo, since the blonde wasn't really the best one with electronics and he didn't want his laptop to break if the blonde got frustrated.
"Sure, what can I do for you?"
"Can you close that page on my laptop? You know which one I mean." Izaya said and then grabbed his laptop starting it up and then entering his password before handing it over to Mikado without looking at it.
"Ah sure." Izaya watched Mikado carefully while the boy moved his hands over his laptop, before clicking and then giving the laptop back.
"Thanks, I guessed you would know, since you're the Dollars' founder." Izaya said and then looked over to his laptop.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I already threw them out." Mikado said, which made Izaya look up in surprise.
"You threw them out?"
"Yes, as the founder I can at least do that."
"Never thought you would do that for someone like me." Izaya chuckled a bit.
"I would do it for anyone, including you, but Shizuo-san asked me to help as much as I could." Mikado said.
"He did? That surprises me, so he was hiding something when he told me about why you were together with him last time." Izaya was surprised, but he could understand now why he had asked for help.
"Yeah, he did, even though I hadn't expected that to happen when I came with him, but I see that you're better now." Izaya knew the last part wasn't true, since he was trying his hardest to pretend for Mikado that he was doing better right now, but there was constantly a voice in the back of his head telling him that everything Mikado said wasn't real and that it wasn't what the boy really meant.
"I'm dealing with it." Was the answer that he gave the boy. "Did you tell anyone about this?" Izaya really wanted to know that part. He neede to know if the boy had told Kida or Anri.
"I didn't. I didn't tell Masaomi or Sonohara-san if that's what you meant." Izaya hoped he was speaking the truth, but there was no way he could know for sure unless he talked to Kida or Anri himself, possibly through the chat.
He's only telling you what you want to hear, there's no way he could have kept it a secret from those two. The voice in his head kept telling him, but Izaya tried to ignore it.
"That's good, they don't need to know." Izaya told him. You don't want them to know, but what if they already know? Izaya shook his head trying to keep the voice out.
"Orihara-san? What's wrong?" He heard Mikado say, but Izaya was too focussed on the voice now. Do you hear the fakeness behind his words? There's no way he can mean what he's saying. He wanted the voice to shut up.
Izaya grabbed his hair with his hands and grabbed it tightly. "Orihara-san?" Did you really think that anyone would ever be concerned about you?
"Shut up!" Izaya didn't notice how Mikado flinched at his side and was helplessly looking like he didn't know what to do. Now the kid is suddenly silent, obviously he is not here to help you.
"Shut up! SHUT UP!" The last part was yelled and Izaya gripped his hair only tighter, till it was hurting him, but he didn't care. He would do anything to stop the voice from talking, anything.
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Mikado didn't know what to do, there was clearly something happening with Izaya, but he didn't know what. He didn't even know what he could do to help the man in front of him, since this didn't seem to be a panic attack, but something else. It was at least not the same as last time.
He was almost standing up to get the doctor, since he would probably know what to do when the door opened and Mikado saw Heiwajima Shizuo walking in. He saw the man look around the room and rest his eyes on Izaya, before letting his gaze travel to Mikado.
"What happened?" Shizuo growled, clearly not pleased that something had happened to Izaya again.
"I-I don't k-know." Mikado stammered, the blonde's glare was pretty intense. "He suddenly became like this while we were talking." Mikado hoped that Shizuo wouldn't kill him, since it was clear that the blonde was angry at him, but it seemed like it disappeared as he saw the blonde coming over to Izaya.
"Izaya?" This didn't seem to get a reaction from the raven, but them Shizuo wrapped his arms around the raven and held him there till Mikado could see Izaya calming down.
"Izaya, look at me." Shizuo said and Mikado could see the raven slowly lifting his head to look at the blonde. "Everything is fine, alright? I'm here now, so please don't do that."
"Shizu-chan, I'm sorry." Izaya slowly mumbled.
"It's alright, I told you it was fine, already." Shizuo said and slowly began stroking the raven's hair.
"I'm tired, Shizu-chan." Mikado looked surprised that Izaya would admit it, but Shizuo complied and laid the raven down on the bed, before pulling up the blankets and then turning his attention back to Mikado.
"Do you have any more business with Izaya?" Mikado felt as if he was being accused of driving Izaya into that state, but he decided not to comment on it and to just shake his head.
"No, I'm done here, I was just about to leave anyway." Mikado told the blonde before he stood up from the chair and headed out of the room.
