Alright maybe I slipped into something a little more interesting. At least I hope so

Chapter Eight

I heard the door open and sat up in the bed. Yuki didn't move which worried me, but I couldn't focus on him right about now. A tall gentlemen with dark features stood in front of me. "Shuichi, huh?" he said, but the only part I understood was my name. "Did you think you could get far with that baby?" he spoke again this time in Japanese.

"I would have gotten further if I knew where I was going," I snapped.

He slapped me in the face and picked me up by the collar of my shirt. "Listen punk. I know who you are and what you look like. There's no way you could hide in America or Japan. You can't hide unlike your lover there. He's given us the slip a couple times. Try this for your conscious. You're the one that was his downfall," he said rapidly. I didn't understand what he meant by Yuki's downfall. I just thought he was talking about being captured. I never thought it would be worse.

The man dropped me on the floor. "Sleep well, Shuichi Shindo." He turned and walked out the door, locking it again.

I lifted myself up off the floor and shook Yuki gently. "Yuki, wake up." Yuki didn't budge. I saw his chest slowly rising and falling. Something wasn't right. "Yuki, you feel cold," the thought flashed through my mind. I pulled the blanket off and noticed a large red spot in the sheets. Quickly, I searched Yuki's body and found the stab wound in his shoulder.

The wound bled still as I struggled to get Yuki's shirt off. The amount of blood he lost churned my stomach. With his already pale features, I could barely tell that he was losing blood. I kicked myself for not thinking about that with his cold skin. I took my jacket off and tied it around his shoulder to stop the bleeding. Yuki gave a subconscious grunt. "I'm sorry, Yuki," I whispered.

"Shuichi," he softly responded.

My heart skipped a beat. "You fool! Why didn't you tell me?"

He moaned and tried to roll over, but my knee was slightly on him, balancing myself so I could tighten my jacket over his wound. "Get off me."

"Hang on. I'm trying to stop the bleeding."

Yuki pulled my foot, making me lose my balance and pushed me off him in one swift action. "What did you do that for?"

"I said to get off me."

"I was trying to help you!"

"Doing more damage than helping." Yuki said calmly. He pushed himself up against the wall and adjusted the jacket around his shoulder. He flexed his fingers. "Now I can feel my hand," he commented, leaning his head against the wall.

"I'm sorry."

Yuki gazed soften and he moved over on the bed. "Come here."

I climbed up in the bed, pulling the blanket up with me. "A man came in earlier. He said I was your downfall. What did he mean?"

Yuki reached in his pocket and sighed. "Don't worry about it. Where's my jacket?"

I leaned down and picked it up off the floor and handed it to him. Yuki reached into every pocket until he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He took a long drag obviously relieving whatever tension he was feeling. He finished the cigarette, putting it out on the wall before carelessly throwing it on the ground.

"Yuki, I'm-" Yuki leaned over and kissed me with his famous "shut up" kiss. I let him do it and then decided that perhaps silence was best right about now.

I leaned back against the wall. I hated silence, but what more could I say. He didn't want to talk about anything. We were trapped in this room with no obvious escape. Who knew what those men had planned for us! It made me nervous, but I seemed slightly at ease with Yuki next to me. I also worried about the baby. Was she still alive? Yuki moved and lied back down on the bed. I let him sleep. He needed it. Eventually, I curled up next to him, humming Glaring Dream softly.

Within a fast couple seconds, the door flew open, and two guys grabbed me. Before I could shout to Yuki, they had a hand over my mouth, and I was carried out of the room. They roughly threw me on the ground of another room. There was a medical bed and cabinets with who knows what inside of them, and I wasn't planning on finding out.

I got up and looked around for a window. I even tried the door, but it was locked. It was worth a shot. I sat down on the bed just as the door opened again. Three men in white jackets and the two men that carried me in here followed them. "If you don't put up a fight, this will be over quickly."

"What are you going to do?" I felt nervous and very afraid of not only this crowded room, but the fact that there were five males against me.

"A little experiment."

I backed away from them. "No," I said firmly not caring what that experiment was nor what they were planning on doing to me. The two guards grabbed me, pulling me closer to the psycho doctors. The one doctor injected me with a yellow substance. I didn't feel anything at first, but then the nausea kicked in. I threw up all over the floor. My chest felt heavy, and the room was spinning. Apparently the doctors knew I was going to empty my stomach. They weren't surprised.

"Take him back to the room. We'll need to see him later." One of the guards picked me up and walked me down to the room where Yuki was still sleeping, or I hoped he was. He threw me on the floor without a care that he could have hurt me. I was slowly getting tired of being thrown around. I looked up, noticing that Yuki was still sound asleep on the bed. Deciding not to tell Yuki about this, I curled back up under the covers in attempt to ease my stomach and the pain in my chest. I didn't know what they did to me, but it made me extremely sick.

Sorry about that one being short. I've changed my original path of this story and I'm trying something new only because I didn't like the ending of the first draft. LOL maybe this way would be better. But don't worry I haven't forgotten about the baby. Thanks for reading please review

Angel Dove