Sick

Chapter Four

This can't be happening part 2 / 2

As you might have guessed, I changed this "scenario" of the story from being five parts to only two. Why you ask? Simple, they would take up to much time and aren't incredibly -if at all- important to the plot of the story. Also, although I have many different break up scenes that I am not going to be using, I might just make a fic full of one-shots and place them all there so that they do not sit on my desk and grow dusty with age… or get juice and pop stains, as well as bits of food that I eat in front of the computer screen
Ether way, I am sure that you are relived that poor, misunderstood, heart broken Dee isn't going to be doing anything harsh(er) to Ryo after this next chapter and a half … or will he? ;shrugs; I haven't decided yet

The sound that he heard when he woke was surprising to say the least because, there was no sound at all. Last thing he remembered was chocking on a grape, yet there he was, living, breathing, and lying with his eyes half open on his … bed?

Shifting into a sitting position, which he found to be difficult, for his wrists where tied above his head, and he was laying on his stomach, spread eagle at that. Growing more and more uncomfortable with his position by the second and panicking over just HOW he ended up in this position, he moved about, desperately trying to remove his hands from the restraints. He wasn't having much luck though, as the knots where tied very effectively, and had to give who ever made them props, for making them so well…however he wasn't in the mood. The only thing that saved his complete sanity was that he still had his...cloths…on… not his pajamas in which he had passed out in, his full attire, a white t-shirt and jeans.

Ryo was brought from his brooding about whether he should be seriously considering going to see someone for physiological help or not, when the front door opened and closed. The noise of shoes being kicked off and thrown onto the rack by the door made it perfectly clear who was here,

"Bikkey," Ryo called out in hopes that the youth heard him, as he discovered when he opened his mouth, he was also gagged, "come here for a minute."

The door to his room opened, and in the door way was Bikkey, staring at Ryo with a dumbfound expression on his face, "Y-yeah Ryo…?"

"Can you give me a hand, I am kind of stuck"

"I see that…" Bikkey made his way over and quickly undid the knots in the rope and Ryo sat up, taking the gag out of his mouth and flexing his jaw, before patting Bikkey on the head,

"Thanks Bik," he paused as the blonde teenager mumbled a low 'whatever' and proceeded to walk back out into the living room, closing the door behind him.

Wondering what was wrong with (A/N: check it out, now why can't I pull alliteration off like that when it comes to Language Arts class?) Bikkey, Ryo went to voice his concern when a thought struck him, that must have looked pretty, well … disturbing in the least, he promptly closed his mouth and stood, stretching his swore muscles, who screamed and objected to the sudden movement and pressure that he was putting on them.

Only by compromising with his body, and mentally promising him self that if he moved to check up on everything and maybe grab a bite to eat, he would reward himself –or at least calm his muscles- with a nice hot, steaming, calming, relaxing, bath. His body seemed to agree with the terms, for he found himself able to move in under ten minutes, which was a surprising feat, as he felt –and probably looked- like shit.

Grabbing a few pieces of toast and eating them, he made his way to the bathroom, noticing on his journey that Bikkey had locked him self in his room, and the sound of slightly EMO music was floating out through the door, Now I REALLY want to know what's on his mind... but first my body needs a break, and indeed it did.

Turning on the taps, he went back to his room to retrieve clean, more comfortable cloth, like the pjs that he could have sworn he passed out in, when he reentered the bathroom, the tub was filled and water was steaming, warm and utterly relaxing. Ryo felt his muscles relax on first contact with the liquid, and it took all his force to hold him self up with his elbows so that he didn't slide underneath the water.

However, now that he was in this relaxed state of mind, said object was allowed to roam around any thoughts that it wanted, with out the concise tossing any thoughts aside to be pondered on later. And the thoughts that broke surface, had been his coma induced, what he had though to have been, dreams.

Maybe he hadn't woken in the first place, maybe after Bikkey, Ryo and Dr. Walker left the apartment, Ryo had just slept the entire time, and now, only now was he awake. Although that didn't seem plausible, as every time he reached a 'new plain of existence' it was always that same, and he always had woken on the floor, in the state in which he had passed out. So the question was, was he still asleep, or was he awake? Did anything happen after the trio left the building, or had one of the many tings actually take place? The breakups, had they actually taken place, Ryo didn't think that possible at all, Bikkey was still around, which lead to another doubt that he was wake, Bikkey knew that Ryo was not in the health for company, so why was the boy here, had he simply forgotten and decided to come grab a few things with out consulting the doctor?

Ryo suddenly felt like Alice in Wonder Land, except that he wasn't in some cracked –out acid trip, he was beginning to seriously think about going through his cupboards and drawers to find the vile of clear liquid that read "Drink Me' and the walk through the bite sized door into a giant forest with a caterpillar sitting on a shroom smoking a bong.. Relax Ryo, he chided him self, there is no need to OVER think things. Everything has a logical explanation… besides you haven't seen the White Rabbit yet, and truth sprung from those words and realization slowly sank in, he had yet to see Drake. And that surprised him more then the fact that he wasn't sure if he was awake or not. So far, he had 'woken up' numerous times, and each time, some how in the first hour or two, sometimes three, Drake had managed to show up, and tell him that everyone was genially worried about him, but when he mentioned, Dee he would trail off, and then something would happen with dark haired man and Ryo would be left heartbroken, almost die and then wake up again.

It was strange really, what happened next, as Ryo managed to drag him self out of the tub, once the water had turned into a freezing temperature, and barley managed to get his pants on, when there was a knock at the door.

Jumping slightly at the noise, he quickly finished putting on his cloths and walked over to the door, leaving the tub still full, he walked over and opened the door. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been expecting him, Ryo probably would have been shocked to see him,

"Good afternoon Drake,"

"G'afternoon Ryo," he said with a cheesy lopsided grin that turned serious, and un-Drake like, "listen man, and listen good," he walked in and closed the door behind him, "I know that you can't hear any of what I am saying, but I am going to say it anyway. You need to wake up man, no ones being them selves, the Smyth case is still in the air, and everyday another kid is coming up missing or found dead. And Dee … ain't doing so well, he ain't sleeping, nor eating and he's only at work maybe once or twice a week … I know I am asking a lot from an unconscious person … but please Ryo," he stopped and gave a short chuckle, "even JJ isn't himself."

Then something seemed to click and Drake left the apartment, leaving Ryo standing there, all his pondering on if he was awake or asleep rushing back like water through a demolished damn, however Drakes words brought on more troubling thoughts, now that he knew he was asleep, how was he supposed to wake up?

Ryo cast them away, he didn't want to think about it, and every time he was 'in a dream' he would eventually wake up. He threw in the added gesture that he would just keep waking up until he was actually awake, with everyone else. How he knew was there when he got there, he wouldn't know, but he would be able to guess-tamate. Ryo walked back over to the bath room to drain the forgotten tub, but the door was closed,

"Bikkey, you in there?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll be out in a … bit"

"Alright,"

Leaving it at that, Ryo walked into the kitchen and sat about making a cup of coffee, now that he had seen the white rabbit, he was waiting for the two knights of spades, and the queen of hearts. Why he was thinking this he didn't know, but it just seemed to fit, sort of. As the kettle boiled on the stove, there was another knock on the door, Ryo had barley gotten to it when the door opened,

"Good Afternoon Ryo, feeling better I hope"

"Good afternoon Berkeley, and yes I am feeling better"

"That's always good to hear," he whispered while walking up to Ryo and wrapping his arms around Ryo's waist.

"Uh, Berkeley, wwhat are you doing"

"Isn't it obvious Ryo?"

"Well, I am kind of hoping … not ..."

"Awww kitten, you're no fun, just lay back and enjoy"

"I don't-" Ryo was cut off when Berkeley pushed him and he fell backwards onto the couch, and then said man crawled on top of him, pinning his arms above his head Berkeley leaned down, his face only millimeters away from Ryos',

"If you don't relax, this is going to hurt."

It seemed to be a type of warning, but Ryo didn't listen, that made him struggle even more, as Berkeley roughly kissed him and shoved his tongue in Ryo's mouth, rudely exploring every inch that it could, while on hand held Ryo's wrists, the other started to roam down his body, unbuttoning his shirt, and playing with a nipple until it turned hard. If Ryo hadn't been scared at that moment, then he sure was when Berkeley's hand traveled lower, and started to undo the drawstring of his pajama bottoms.

"Berkeley sto-aahh!" Ryo bit his lip as an unwanted moan tried to escape him, as Berkeley started pumping him and an unforgiving pace. Ryo barley had time to adjust to everything and faintly heard footsteps enter the apartment, vaguely remembering they hadn't shut the door,

"Ryo I wa- … WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!" came a high pitched yell from across the room, Berkeley turned his head, and licked his lips,

"Hello Dee, what a pleasure to see you, as always"

"Dee, help" Ryo managed while Berkeley was glaring at Dee, who wasn't paying attention to him, he just seemed to glare, however he did turn the glare to Ryo when he heard him call his name,

"Help, help what! Help Berkeley jack you off! I don't think so, you two-timing slut! I leave for an hour to go check up on something at work and grab movie and something for us to eat, and then I come back to find … this! No I am not helping; in fact, I don't want to see you, EVER!"

Ryo couldn't help but just stare at him wide eyed, tears glistening on the verge of falling, what did Dee think that this was all his doing, that he actually LIKED having Berkeley do this to him? Well it certainly seemed that way as Dee turned around and stormed out of the apartment slamming the door so hard behind him that it flung back open. Berkeley gave a low sigh and got up, fixing the wrinkles out of his suit, he put his glasses back on and silently left, trailing behind the bucking bronco.

Ryo didn't know what to do, but he did know that the Queen of Hearts just took his head and there was no hope for him, although now that Dee had torn his heart in two, he was sure he was going to wake up soon. Looking up at the clock, it was nearly 10 o'clock at night, and Bikkey still hadn't come out of the bathroom, Ryo still edgy from the evens, tied his pants again and buttoned his shirt, and walked over to check on Bikkey. He knocked and there was no answer, he knocked again, this time calling his name, still only silence, giggling the doorknob he found it locked, which made him worry even more, ramming against the door didn't seem to solve anything except for hurting his shoulder so he went and got a butter knife and played with the lock from the outside (A/N: I have done this before, except I had locked my self out of the house, I had the butter knife because it was in my lunch container thing heh) which after an hour of giggling and poking and turning, finally succeeded in opening the door.

Bikkey was fully clothed, lying in the bathtub, eyes closed, in a relaxed state of mind, Ryo wouldn't have been concerned except that the water was deathly clod now and Bikkey had been in there for over three hours. Pulling Bikkey out of the tub and laying him on the floor, Ryo checked for vital signs and found almost nothing, Bikkey wasn't breathing and he had a very very very shallow beat. Ryo started pressing on his chest to get his heart beat going, but when he did, not only did water come out, which lead Ryo to believe that Bikkey might already be gone from drowning, but he also spit up blood. Ryo called the emergency number and within the hour, paramedics where on scene and taking Bikkey to the hospital. They told Ryo that it would be best if he rested and then came to the hospital in the morning.

Ryo unwillingly agreed with them and went to bed, hoping, praying that when he woke up in the morning, he would be awake.

Ehheh don't kill me! But there is chapi four and I am very happy with it. Although there will rpbaly be a delay in chapie five, as I am as sick as a dog and I have a bunch of homework that I have to catch up in. But I'll try and get it up way sooner then this one, not making any promise though.
See you in Chapie Five