He was dying.
This death was slow, painful, and he wouldn't wish it on anyone.
He was slowly but surely dying…from boredom.
When Saru was out for his patrol, he always went first for the TV. The room's TV had hundreds of channels, but for some fucked up reason, none of the channels interested him.
He then tried to entertain himself by walking around the hospital. His favorite game was how long he could avoid the medical staff. Most of his time wandering the hospital was spent digging through the hospital kitchen for something familiar to eat. He also hated how he knew nothing about his surroundings, so he made it his mission to learn what every hallway, door, and staircase led to.
By the end of the third day, he drew a crude layout of the hospital and made sure to memorize it. Knowing his surroundings was a step to becoming familiar with the hospital.
Getting comfortable at the hospital on the other hand was a struggle.
The first week he barely got any sleep, the second week was no better. But how the hell could he get any sleep with the shitty ass hospital bed? The sheets were thin and scratchy and provided no comfort. The mattress was thin and it was as comfortable as sleeping on a rock.
Saru wasn't helping either with him demanding to sleep in the bed with him instead of the cot provided for him. It was a large bed but fitting both of them was a tight squeeze. And with him still having to sprint to the bathroom in order to make it the toilet almost every morning, a large body in his way was not appreciated.
Speaking of his constant throwing up, he was sure that the food served here was helping with that. The shit they served was gross, he was sure even the Fat-ass wouldn't touch it. It looked like crap and tasted even worse. But insisted that the food would help him gain healthy weight while getting the nutrients he needed.
Either way it tasted like shit.
And Saru wasn't fucking helping either. With him wanting to hold him while they slept, he was pissed off majority of the nights. When he did actually fall asleep he was usually on his side facing away from the other with a little space between them. When he woke up to an uneasy stomach, he also woke up to Saru pressed up on his back and hands resting on his stomach.
Most mornings he woke up yelling at the stupid monkey as he tried to stop his stomach from rejecting its contents. Moments later when he was kneeling in front of the toilet; Saru was right behind him comforting him by rubbing his back but it just made things worse. Because he was always trying to help. He was always near him and would never give him space. The monkey was constantly up his ass and….shit not like that.
Nowhere near like that. Because Saru hadn't fucked him since they moved into the hospital.
And how could he, when Dr. Mika was constantly making nightly checkups. Every night she checked his heart rate, blood pressure and temperature and at the end she always had a scowl on her face. But she always tried to hide it with a thin smile and reassurances that everything would be fine. But by the end of the second week he looked worse than when he came in, and was not happy.
So with sleep deprivation, aggressive morning sickness, boredom, and Saruhiko's sudden clinginess and lack of sexual advances, he was feeling like crap and detesting the place even more.
One night he asked if the nightly checkups really had to happen. Saru, who was sitting on the edge of the bed to give them space, sent him a glare. He sent one back and was about to flip the other the middle finger when chose that moment to answer.
"The first 20 weeks of pregnancy has the highest chance for miscarriage. So it's important to be on our toes for the next fourteen weeks. This pregnancy has many factors that could easily lead to miscarriage or other dangers to you or the fetus. I know these nightly checkups seem like a nuisance but they really do help catching any signs of a possible miscarriage. Speaking of which," The doctor picked up his shirt without hesitation and began to put pressure on his lower back. The uncalled touching made him yelp and arch his back away from the gloved hand. "HEY!"
The doctor ignored the yell and instead stared at him with a serious expression. "Any back pains recently Yata-kun." The hands roamed the rest of his back while Saru watched with an intense stare.
"No." Yata replied immediately.
"Good. One of the symptoms of miscarriage is back pain." Looking towards the blue headed male she continued sternly. "You two need to be on the lookout for severe cramps, or abdominal pain. Also fever or if you are feeling weak you need to tell the medical staff."
The moment Dr. Mika told them this information; Yata knew that he would hate the hospital even more. The idea of Saru and breathing down his neck for the next 14 weeks had him cringing at the thought.
But a more disturbing thought that came to him was that he knew nothing of the dangers of pregnancy. He knew nothing of the threats or what precautions he needed to do to avoid.
That night he didn't sleep as his thoughts engulfed him in thousands of situations where he could lose the pregnancy. Saru, who sometime during the night wrapped his arm around the other, noticed how tense the other was.
The damn monkey must have snitched on him because the next morning, Dr. Mika had thought it would be a good idea if they participated in a parenting class. He decided to do it just to waste time and because he couldn't stand being in his room. He didn't want to admit to the two that he was eager to learn everything he could.
So when the doctor came in carrying something in a bundle of blankets, he couldn't help but show his excitement. He and Saru were waiting on the couch and he unconsciously leaned forward to try to get a better view of what was inside the bundle. "What's that?!" He asked curiously.
"This is help you grasp the idea of how a baby will act. This is the latest model for infant simulator." Dr. Mika explained.
"A what?!" Yata asked with his eyebrows raised. The doctor smiled and instead of answering placed the bundled object in the skateboarder's arms. Fixing his arms so they cradled the bundle, did she finally show what was inside.
"A doll?!" The chestnut haired male yelled in surprise.
"No, an infant simulator!" Dr. Mika explained again. Grabbing the doll by the foot Saru clicked his tongue in annoyance and picked up the object from Yata's hold as if it was covered in filth. Yata tried to grab the doll back, but Saru held it out of the other's reach, with a smirk on his face. The smirk fell when a high realistic cry came from the doll.
The slight startle from the two men gave the doctor a chance to grasp the doll. "This is the latest model for an infant simulator so it will react like a REAL baby." Dr. Mika stressed. "If you don't hold the baby right, it will cry just like a real baby."
She adjusted the baby in her arms and started a rocking motion with her arms. The baby's cry was silenced and the two men watched in awe. Not one to gloat, she quickly returned the doll back to Yata. His facial expression fell when the baby immediately started to cry.
"Is this really necessary?" Saru asked, his eyes already glaring at the crying doll. "It's a doll."
"A doll that has functions that replicate a newborn and-" Saru quickly interrupted her explanation. "It's a doll. Not a baby."
The doctor raised an eyebrow and asked the third in command. "We're you expecting a baby?"
"Yes."
"Well if you two can give back a decent report for this doll then in the future we will find a baby you two can take care of."
Yata wanted to add his opinion and how he didn't want to watch someone else's brat, but right now stopping the high annoying cry was on his top priority. He tried to replicate the rocking motion he saw the doctor do, but that only made the baby cry louder and now accompanied by screams.
"But it's not a baby." Saru continued to argue stubbornly over the cries.
Sighing deeply she stared at the confused skateboarder and the angry third in command and said. "How about you try the doll for the night? That's all I'm asking."
The third in command scoffed but didn't reject the request. "Stupid monkey help me with this doll!" Yata yelled at him. The third in command sighed and wasn't ready to have his night with his Misaki ruined by a stupid doll.
~The following morning~
opened the bedroom door to face two tired and angry looking young men. The third in command was stretched on the couch while the vanguard was curled up underneath the bed sheets.
She was afraid to ask how the night went, but she held her tongue. She took the silence as a good sign since they at least got the baby to stop crying. She walked into the room and towards Yata, but stopped shortly. A crunching noise underneath her shoe caused her to stop and look down.
She stared at the floor a few moments, not sure if she was seeing correctly. She glanced up at Yata and saw that his face was red with embarrassment and he couldn't make eye contact with the doctor. Saru just clicked his tongue in annoyance and stared at the doctor bored.
She returned her gaze back to the doll which was scattered on the floor in parts. Some limbs were broken in half while the head was caved in.
Dr. Mika stared at the two then stared down at the pieces of the once whole baby. She didn't say a word as she picked up the pieces. Without a word she left the room and the two males. Yata groaned and let his face fall into his hands.
"Don't worry Misaki it was just a doll." Saru tried to comfort but that just the vanguard groan louder. Saru glanced over at Misaki and sighed. This event just seemed to make his Misaki even worse.
~K~
The days were passing slower now.
He left the TV on whenever Saru left for patrol, but it was really background noise. He usually just lounged on the couch since the bed was not suitable for sleep. He sighed and willed his thoughts to stay away from the doll event. He didn't like how the experience ended and his mind was quickly becoming his enemy.
He just wanted to go back to Saru's apartment and sleep in their bed and not be bothered by strains, or doctors. He just wished he could fast forward seven months from now and leave this damn place.
He was just so tired.
~K~
He wasn't happy because his Misaki was looking worse as the days went by. A heavy scowl was becoming permanent on his face since the medical staff was still trying to figure how to efficiently approach Misaki's pregnancy. And he had to watch as the other become unhappy.
Whenever he came into the room after returning from patrol he found Misaki either lounging or asleep on the couch. Despite finding the other sleeping majority of the time, dark bags still lingered under his eyes. His Misaki was exhausted and he needed to fix that. He had to fix minor annoyances before he could solve the major problems.
He had to provide a basic ground for his partner.
First problem to face was the unsuitable bed. It was far too small and it was a struggle to sleep with the skateboarder. He wanted enough room where he can freely hold him and touch the other's stomach.
The problem was solved easy enough by stripping his apartment room of its mattress. He wouldn't need it anyways since he would be sleeping in the hospital room for the next several months.
He also had a word with Dr. Mika about the food. They both agreed that giving Misaki vitamins in pill form would be the best route. The highly nutritional food would be lowered down a notch and instead foods that covered all the food groups, and actually looked edible would be served. Saru also demanded that a small fridge be placed in the room, so Misaki can have snacks and drinks whenever he needed.
With that plan in action, he took Misaki out to the nearest grocery store and told the skateboarder to get all the snacks he desired. The chestnut haired male scoffed and tried to complain how the snacks would be stored in the hospital kitchen. But he still grabbed a basket. He could tell the other was slightly hesitant in getting too much, so he mentioned that the cost would be covered by the Blue King.
He instantly regretted telling that piece of information as the basket quickly filled to the brim with snacks and his arms were filled with sugary and fruity drinks. He could only sigh as he slid the Scepter 4 credit card to pay the bill. He glanced at Misaki who was staring outside into the busy streets of the city.
His lips were turned downwards and his eyes had a sad look to them. And for some reason that angered him. This was supposed to the best time of their lives. They were going to have a child, so why was Misaki looking sad.
The ride back to the hospital was quiet since Misaki felt staring at the window was more interesting than talking to him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as his annoyance spiked.
The silence was finally broken when Yata mumbled. "I'm hungry, let's eat something now. I don't want to eat that shit they serve as food when we get back."
"I have to talk to the Lieutenant. We'll go out next time."
"Fucking hate the food there." Yata mumbled angrily while returning his attention to outside the window. A heavy frown was on his face and he refused to look at the other.
"You're acting like a child." Saru chided and glanced at the other with an annoyed expression.
"I'm with child so I get to act however the fuck I want asshole!" Yata snapped back.
The two young men were quiet the rest of the way, and when they returned to hospital grounds Yata left Saru with the bags. He walked ahead to their room and planned to take up the whole couch so the stupid monkey would have to lie on the rock mattress.
When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the hospital bed was gone and replaced with a large futon with a familiar bedspread. His eyes flicked to something also new in the room. In the corner of the room stood a small fridge and now today's shopping trip made sense.
He sighed and thought how he would have to apologize to the stupid monkey. Not wanting to face that he quickly laid himself down on the bed. The moment his body hit the futon, his eyes flew open in astonishment. Splaying himself out he spared a moment just to feel the comfortable bed and for once in two weeks, he finally felt comfortable.
"Better?" A voice called from the doorway.
"Fuck yeah." He mumbled while burying himself in the familiar pillows. "Are you tired?" Saru asked while walking towards the bed. Taking off his jacket he joined the vanguard on the bed and began to massage the other's neck and shoulders.
"Not really." Yata mumbled his eyelids closing as he enjoyed the release of the tension in his shoulders. The return of Saru's futon was already causing his body to relax.
"You up for a game?" The third in command asked while reaching for something underneath one of the pillows.
"What kind of game?" Yata's guard was immediately up and he opened his eyes to watch the monkey's actions. Saru didn't answer and instead revealed the console that he hoped the other would remember. The two constantly played the hand held console throughout their high school years and over the years Saru couldn't find it in himself to throw it out.
But it was worth holding the old console as Saru watched in pleasure as Misaki's eyes lit with happiness. "Fuck yeah! I haven't played this since we were in school!"
Smiling at the skateboarder he watched as he eagerly started up the console. But it was nearing lunch and he had to grab something from and the kitchen. So with regret he had to leave the room. Though he wished he could watch Misaki the entire time and see his smiles that were absent for two weeks, he knew he had to leave.
He was thankful though when he returned Misaki was right where he left him. With his hands full with books that balanced two bowls, he had to resort to kicking the other on the bottom of his foot. "What the hell?" Yata yelled in frustration as he was close to beating the level.
"Stop yelling and get your lazy ass up." Saru replied lazily while walking to the couch.
Now that his attention wasn't solely focused on the game, a new smell that entered the room finally hit him. The smell caused his mouth to water and he quickly looked in the direction where it was coming from. He was astonished to see Saru placing two steaming bowels on the fridge top beside the couch.
"Is that ramen?!" He asked with an open mouth. Walking to the couch his stomach grumbled loudly when he saw that it was ramen. The idea of edible food caused his mouth to water again.
"Be careful it's still hot." Saru scolded. But he watched in the corner of his eye as Misaki's face broke with a smile as he attacked the bowl of ramen. When Yata was halfway through his bowl did he look up and finally notice the books. Saru noticed this and explained with a teasing grin. "We should learn the basics before you break another doll." Saru smirked at the memory of the broken pieces of the doll.
"That was your entire fault you shitty monkey." Yata defended while grabbing the books. All three were pregnancy books explaining the stages and other miscellaneous information. Yata picked one that caught his interest. "What to expect when you're expecting." He opened the book and scanned the contents.
"Were expecting a baby right?" Saru teased.
"Don't be a smartass." He scolded. He was going to continue the insult before a certain passage caught his eye. Quickly reading the paragraph he thought aloud. "I wonder if I'm going to have those weird ass cravings."
Saru smirked and scooted closer to the chestnut haired male. Wrapping his arms around the other's middle he purred in his ear. "I always crave Misaki."
"Get off me you horny bastard." The vanguard tried to push him away but Saru grabbed him by the chest and manhandled him till Misaki's head was resting on his knees. The other scoffed at him but didn't move away.
Their night was spent with them lounging on the couch. Yata's head resting on Saru's knees and playing the console while Saru watched in amusement.
When he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, he decided that it was time to sleep. Putting the console down, he slowly got up. He groaned as his legs were numb from the marathon of mind numbing play. Staggering to go to their bed he buried himself underneath the covers. He dropped on his side with a moan of approval.
Saru quickly joined him but, tension was quickly felt from the stupid monkey. After a few horrible awkward moments did Yata finally growl out. "Stop being a creeper and just fucking do it." He mumbled into the pillow.
"Misaki won't mind?" Saru asked despite already closing the distance between them until his back was resting against Saru's chest. He wrapped his arms around the others biceps as if testing the other. "I said stop being a creeper." He growled at him. He roughly grabbed the other's hands and placed them on his still small stomach.
He couldn't see Saru's face but he could tell the idiot was smiling. Stupid monkey. Well at least he wasn't being grabby. Instead he simply rested his chin on his shoulder and held him. In the slightly comfortable hold, he dropped his heavy eyelids and let sleep consume him.
But before he could truly fall asleep, he had one last thought. One last horrible thought.
He hated it here.
Despite having everything given and taken care of, he still couldn't stand it there.
And he felt horrible for that.
~K~
So just want to address Alma's review about another story being similar to mine. Yeah I saw it and there are a few similarities concerning things such as the dialogue. But as the story continues it does differ from mine so I'm not going to worry about it and you guys shouldn't either. But thank you for defending my story, I do really love that you guys care about the story. But again everything is good and I can't wait to further this story.
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"You're acting like a child."
"I'm with child so I get to act however the fuck I want asshole!" My favorite line throughout this entire chapter. My mom said this to my dad when she was pregnant and angry that our favorite taco guy wasn't open. I was nine and ten years later I love to remind her how I plan to use this line when I'm prego.
So I really hope everyone enjoyed the chapter and I can't wait to post the next one. Warning new challengers are quickly approaching the hospital! Next chapter will be less angst which I am very excited about.
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