Author's Note: Hello all! It's me again. Now, I personally think that this chapter is 'eh, not so good.' Too abrupt. But whatever. It's my story.

Disclaimer: "I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven. Nothing you can say can stop me going home."

Mmm, my "My Chemical Romance" mood is getting bigger.

TDIN: 1.4

"Tape 12, Note 8, 1:45 PM, today is January 4th. Subject continues to stay in hospital after panic attack. Memory triggering induced panic attack of subject at 2:04 PM on January 3rd. Physical symptoms included chest pain, dyspnea, trembling, sweating, vertigo, and combined, resulted in exhaustion. Subject, Riku Ishida, is currently resting and will stay in bed rest for the next five days."

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Riku lay upon the crisp starched sheets of the hospital bed. Pale pink flowers in a vase made him cough lightly at times and his emaciated wrist with a slim needle jabbed in it lay across his stomach, the hospital gown gently rubbing against it. Shifting to his side, he blankly stared at the ivory couch athwart of him.

The room looked as if it was made for one who would stay for a long period of time. The walls were painted a creamy white and the thin carpeting of the floor was a dull red. A lone kitschy painting of a smiling gnome hung above his head. But the low droning of the fluorescent lights and the traditional sharp scent of disinfectant washed over him in a wave as he continued to endlessly shift about his bed.

Not for the first time in the last week, streams of salty tears dampened the boy's ashen cheeks. But he wasn't crying, not now.

Riku was exhausted.

Not only physically, but tired of...everything; of thoughts, feelings...memories.

He wished that he could just forget; forget everything that happened. The voices. The feeling of...hopelessness. And the memories that bogged him down so deep into the dark depths of misery.

Riku let out a long soundless sigh, his chest rising up and down. Muted whispers reached Riku's ears as he calmly heard voices mutter words and phrases. The voices lilted and went in and out of audibility.

"...can he..."

"...not sure...stable...but..."

"...have to..."

Abruptly, the walnut door swung open with a whining crrreeeaaak and in stepped a pair of brown leather boots, with muffled thumps on the carpeted floor.

"Hi, Riku."

There she was, Kairi. After three months of rehabilitation, he finally saw Kairi once again. The once fiery redhead now looked wilted and downtrodden as she carefully walked in from the door. Wearing dark indigo jeans and a bold scarlet top, her face in comparison looked pallid and faint. But the first thing he noticed was that she walked in with a slight limp.

She noticed Riku staring at her leg and answered his unspoken question.

"The doctors say I'll walk normally again in a month or two."

He nodded, looking back to his hands. She continued.

"Dr. Leonhart told me that you're doing better. You just need to rest..." She trailed off and the redhead bit her coral lips. Riku could see her eyes glimmering with tears.

"He told me to visit you...to...help you revisit what happened. To understand what happened." Her wavering voice cracked and she smiled forcefully. "He told me that you're writing now. Remember that? You used to love to write."

Tears began to run down her cheeks and Kairi muffled her hiccups with her hands.

"...I- I'm sorry...I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The redhead began to sob, wiping her tears away with her hands.

"I asked you to come! I asked you not to take a taxi! I made you get on that bus!!" She wailed, almost screaming the last sentence. Kairi covered her eyes with her fingers and she strode into Riku's arms.

He opened them and received her, hugging her shaking figure.

"...It's okay."

Author's Note: Well, if that's all

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