Hey bitches and bastards. I threw this in for a reason. I was planning on something like this from the start, so don't think this is me trying to cover my "Davis bashing." DAVIS HAS A SOUL!

OMG.

So, yeah – have fun with this one. I may be giving out cookies to smart people.

It only took a second for everything to change drastically. In that second he found pain and numbness at the same time. In that second, he was knocked off his feet into a world of unknown destiny. It only took a second for him to come in contact with a car that chose to run through the pedestrians crossing the street. In that second, him and a handful of other people were ripped from a sense of time into something distorted and not easily understood. Time dragged on for ever, and in the seconds it took for Ken to skid to a stop on the pavement, it really felt like hours. Every part of his skin that ripped open he could feel being caught on the pavement. The agonizing pain arrived only a few seconds after he halted on the asphalt.

In the seconds it took to render him in this state, it took hours to bring him and keep him out of it. Touch and go was brought into a literal sense, and it seemed as if his future would end right there. Yolei was the first one to show up, being the one contacted by authorities. When she was told of his condition, she broke down and became uncontrollable. She demanded to see him, but was forced to wait for him to get out of emergency surgery. That wasn't good enough for her. It took three ER nurses to get her to sit down and remain calm.

Everything she depended on was torn from her. The dependence on normalcy vanished, and she was left with confusion and disorder. She needed something regular, something to depend on, so she called Davis. She tried being casual at the start of the conversation, but even Davis couldn't be fooled. She broke down and told him everything. Ken's current state, his chances of making it, the other people who were hit and killed, her fears. All of these things were pushed out through tears and violent sobs that shook her whole body.

Davis honestly meant it when he said that he would be right there. Before she knew it, he was next to her, holding her hand and assuring her that everything would be okay. He didn't know if he could handle Yolei on his own. He never had to be there for her emotionally. That was Ken's thing to do, but Ken couldn't do that at the moment, and Yolei desperately needed someone. Davis didn't think he would be able to fill that role. To clear his head, he went in search of coffee, almost certain that Yolei skipped dinner to stay at the hospital.

When he returned, Yolei wasn't there. He asked a nearby nurse, who pointed him down the hall to a private room. Ken had finally come out of surgery, and it was obvious. Dropping the coffee was harder than it seemed. Yolei had no trouble looking past the cuts and scrapes on his skin and the machines threading all around. She stood a couple feet back (most likely by the doctor's orders) while a doctor and a couple of nurses got him set up in the room. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, tears forcing their way down her cheek. She looked so hurt standing there while the love of her life stood on the edge of life.

Davis placed the coffees down on a small table and walked over to Yolei, wrapping his arms around her. He was hugging her, probably for the first time in a long time.

"He's going to be okay."

Silence from Yolei's end scared him. Even he needed reassurance that Ken was going to live. He was afraid that there was something else that she failed to share with him that was a determining factor in Ken's fate.

"I hope so," she croaked, escaping Davis's embrace and taking a seat next to Ken. Fear was on her face as she reached for his hand. She was afraid of inflicting more pain on him. Yolei quickly looked back at Davis, then she returned her gaze to Ken.

Yolei had to be forced to leave. When Ken's parents arrived, the hospital staff began to question Yolei's relationship to Ken. Since she was not legally or biologically related, she was not allowed to be there after visitation hours. Davis knew that she didn't want to be alone, so he offered to have her stay at his place for the night. She was hesitant, but agreed.

He knew that all she wanted to do was sleep through the night and wait for visitation hours to come tomorrow. Davis began preparing his bed for her while she washed up. No words were exchanged. No words were exchanged since they left the hospital. Yolei was in serious pain, and there was nothing he could do to help her. Even if there was something he could do, he didn't know if he was capable of doing it.

He could hear the familiar creak in the door as she pushed it open. She was dressed only in a bath towel, desperately trying to hold onto it and her clothes. He didn't know what to say and was rendered speechless. He wanted to run to her and kiss her, but he was certain that she would push him away. Instead, his mind pushed out a rational idea and he acted on it. He took the clothes from her and handed her some pajama bottoms and a baggy shirt for her to sleep in.

"Change in here, I'll be in the living room."

When he reached from the pillow and blanket he pulled out of the closet, she spoke up. "I don't want to be alone tonight." Davis stopped moving and looked up at her, his mouth slightly open in a form of shock. "Just -- don't leave me."

Davis placed the objects in his hand down and walked over to her. "I'm not leaving, okay? I'll be in the living room." When Yolei didn't confirm what he said, he elaborated. "You're upset, and I don't want to make things worse."

"There is no worse, Davis."

Davis was taken back by what she said. There was a distinct pain in his chest when her words reached his ears, something he never felt. Everything today was new for him. He hasn't been this nice to Yolei since Ken was on a school trip for the weekend and had the opportunity he waited years for. Yolei was upset and bitter, like now. He used those emotions then to take advantage of her and has done so ever since. Now was something different. Seeing her in so much pain made him ache. He wanted to make everything better for her, but he didn't know how.

"Come on," he mumbled, pushing the hair out of her face and behind her ears. "Ken is going to be fine--I know it. I can feel it." Davis was going on a limb here. The bond he once shared with Ken was severed years ago. But saying it brought a smile to her face. "There's that beautiful smile."

Yolei planted a small kiss on his cheek before she left with her set of pajamas to change in the bathroom. Davis watched her as she left, noting how she was a little more enthusiastic in her walk. As soon as she was out, Davis let go of the air he held in his lungs since Yolei walked into the room. It didn't take her long to change into the clothes Davis gave her, and she immediately returned to his room, holding onto the bottoms for dear life.

"These things are huge."

"And that is why they have draw strings," he joked, reaching out for them and pulling them so the bottoms were capable of hanging from her hips. Tying them into a knot, he added, "My mom bought them for me when I started culinary school. She thought that I would gain a million pounds and wanted to make sure I had something to wear."

"I see."

Silence fell upon them once again. To lift the silence, Davis clapped his hands together and said, "well, we should get to bed. It's getting late."

"Yeah -- I guess," she mumbled, looking over at the bed. She instantly walked over to what became her side of the bed from the nights she spent over at his apartment. She crashed instantly, burying her face into the pillow. Davis smiled at this and followed, throwing the covers back and crashing next to her.

"Do you want to go under the covers?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah," she said into the pillow. Lifting her head, she began to pull the covers from under her. "That would be smart, wouldn't it?"

Helping her, he commented with sarcastic enthusiasm, "very smart." When she was settled, he reached over and turned off the light on the nightstand next to the bed. When he looked back, Yolei was on her side with her back facing him. Moving closer to her, he wrapped his arm around her waist. Startled slightly by this, it took Yolei a couple of seconds to register in her mind what he was doing. Once it was settled in her brain, she held onto his hand.

Several moments passed before he realized what they were doing, but once he did, he was comfortable with the idea.