Rima: Hello! I've been asked to introduce this chapter because 'Alice' is trying to
get Amu to tell her what's on the note.
Me: PLEASE TELL ME AMU! PLEASE?!
Amu: NO!!! Leave me alone! Go introduce your horror story or something.
Me: But it's not a horror story.
Amu: I don't care anymore. Just shut up and leave me alone!
Rima: See. Anyway, 'Alice' doesn't own Shugo Chara and asked me to put a disclaimer on that for her. Also, please review. We really do enjoy hearing your opinions. ENJOY!!!

Amu POV

I stared at her in anger; rage evident on my face. She backed off and returned to her seat behind the front desk.

I sat on my knees watching my tears drip to the floor and splash in tiny puddles around my hands. My eyes drifted to the delicate ring on my left hand and my crying increased, tears flowing now in an uninterrupted stream.

"Amu, what's wrong? Ikuto didn't…" Utau couldn't finish her sentence. I shook my head, unable to form a sentence that wouldn't make me completely break down into hysterics. She could see that I was in no condition to talk of Ikuto's condition, so she headed over to the front desk and asked the young woman searching through the filing cabinet. "I would like to enquire about the state of a patient. Mr. Tsukiyomi please?" she whispered. Probably hoping her question was quiet enough for me not to hear, but her efforts were wasted.

"I can't tell you that Ms…?" she replied in a voice quite the opposite of the murmured enquiry. Utau slid her sunglasses off, revealing her amethyst eyes.

"Tsukiyomi, but more commonly known as Hoshina Utau." The young woman's eyes lit up.

"Really?" she asked excitedly.

"It would probably interest you to know that if you helped me find out exactly what is happening with my brother, I could pull some strings and get you some front row tickets to my next concert?" she taunted, pulling such tickets out of her jacket pocket and waving them under the receptionist's nose.

"I shall find out for you right away," she squealed as she started rapidly typing on the computer and dialling the phone to different doctors, doing everything she possibly could to find out Ikutos condition. "What was the name of his doctor?" she asked desperately.

"Stow, Shaquille Stow," I said quietly but loud enough for them to hear. I heard the keyboard tapping again and the faint clicking of phone numbers.

I stayed in the miniature pool of my tears, still staring at my engagement ring and praying in hope that Ikuto would survive. I couldn't bare it if he left me so early. What would I do without him? I couldn't even bring myself to think of what I'd do.

"Yes, hello Doctor Stow. I would like to inquire about the condition of one of your patients?" she asked hopefully. There was a pause as the doctor replied. "Please Doctor, it's really important. Tsukiyomi?" This time the pause felt like it lasted an eternity. The wait wrenched achingly at my heart. Without consciously making the decision, I'd risen to my feet and floated – well it felt that way - to the desk behind Utau. "Thank you Doctor," she placed the phone back in its cradle and turned to us. "I have some good news and some bad news," she started, "Mr. Tsukiyomi is stabilized, but I can't allow you to see him at this current time."

"What?! Why not?" My voice broke and it took all of my strength to not break out into sobs.

"It's not in my power. I'm sorry," she answered apologetically. I looked at Utau, my eyes pleading. Please let her have another plan.

"Are you sure? Because…" she reached into her pocket and pulled out some vivid hot pink tickets with an inch of yellow at the bottom. The letters read 'V.I.P'. "These backstage, V.I.P tickets which I could easily just hand to you right now…" She was going to major lengths to bribe this young fan. "Say very different. Don't you think?" I could see the girl almost drooling at the sight of the tickets, her eyes widening with a yearning to reach out and snatch them.

"No. I can't," she said, clenching her eyes shut trying to avoid temptation.

"The tickets and this signed, limited edition, 24 month calendar – which every star inside have all signed - both agree with me in saying that it is possible for my friend, Mrs. Tsukiyomi, to be allowed in to see her fiancée at this current time." As she spoke, Utau pulled out a huge calendar. I wondered how she had been able to fit it in her handbag.

"No. I can't," the receptionist repeated with a truly aggrieved expression.

"Hmm, well then I guess I'll just have to put these away. But that's ok. I'm happy to keep the calendar, it has a picture of Taylor Lautner (A/N sorry my friend is going on and on about how hot he is. Ok and so was I, but can you blame me?) without his shirt on," Utau taunted. She opened up the calendar to the February page and licked her lips as she appraised him. I was about to tell Utau that her plan wouldn't work, but before I could say a word the calendar disappeared out of her hands and the receptionist was up out of her seat screaming like a fangirl who had just been asked out by their idol-crush. She was hugging the calendar like crazy. "Just so you know, you can't keep it if you aren't going to let Amu in," Utau said.

"Uh-huh. Whatever. Go right ahead," she spluttered excitedly. She threw the keys to Utau who unlocked the door.

I walked into Ikuto's room and went straight up to Shaquille. "How did that happen? I didn't think he was that bad. How bad is he really?"

"The glass shattered a bit once it hit his rib cage and the glass fragments made their way into the blood system and-,"

"Stop, stop. I don't want to hear any more. Will… will…," I couldn't bring myself to ask the question. The answer would either make me sing from the rooftops or it would obliterate my already broken heart.

Shaquille seemed indecisive about something, thought I was pretty sure she knew my torturous question. "I'm positive he will make it," she replied finally.

"Really?" I asked, hope saturating my voice. She nodded and I could feel my heart slowly piece back together the tiniest bit as I stared at Ikuto's face. I had a new hope; one stronger than before.

x-X-x

I had been sitting with Ikuto for many hours – so many had passed that I'd lost count. Many doctors and nurses had come and gone. They hadn't done much other than adjust the machines. Utau came to visit too, but being a celebrity had its downsides. She was always needed for something. She apologised for not being able to stay, but I assured her that it never bothered me to be 'alone'. I knew Utau had problems with talking to someone who couldn't talk back, but to me it felt like he was communicating. Maybe I really was going insane, but it's not like I'd really care.

I wasn't sure how, but Utau had managed to bribe a majority of the hospital staff into letting me sleep next to Ikuto so that I could be with him at all times. She told me that she had just brought up a fair argument: that they would need someone who would alert them when Ikuto woke up. I knew there would have been more, but I wasn't going to argue –she'd already done so much for me.

It was about the middle of the night and I had my head resting on Ikuto's stomach, holding his arm around my shoulders. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing was comfortable and soothing and made it easy for me to fall asleep.

I was having a glorious dream. One I'd been hoping would become a reality for a few ages now. It was quite simple for a dream. Ikuto was talking to me; we were chatting about nothing in particular, and there was no Easter bent on tormenting us and eventually killing us in some slow, painful way.

I was sure I'd finally cracked and gone completely insane when I felt Ikuto wrap his other arm around me. I hadn't put it there. I had two theories. 1: I'd lost my mind and I was enjoying it. 2: I was having a really, really good and realistic dream.

"I love you Amu," I heard him say in a harsh husky voice. I smiled clenching my eyes shut tighter – I was going to enjoy this dream for as long as possible. "I guess I can let you sleep."

Option 3: he was finally awake! My eyes instantly snapped open at the possibility and I lifted my head enough to see into Ikuto's midnight blue eyes. I could only stare into them for a second before my sight became blurred by the tears which filled my eyes. I wiped at them furiously, desperate to see him finally awake.

It felt surreal, like I was still dreaming. "I really have gone insane. I guess my imagination is running very wild at the moment. Oh well, I'm going to enjoy it."

(A.N. Haha, sound familiar Twilight fans?)

"Imagining? You really think you're imagining this?" he asked drowsily.

"Does it really matter? I'm happy right now," I said pulling his hand to my face. For once I didn't have to hold it there.

"Maybe not to you, but it does to me," he said smiling meekly. "Come here." I didn't want to cause him pain – and I really wanted to enjoy my hallucination - so of course I moved closer.

Apparently I wasn't close enough though. Ikuto tried to sit up and I noticed his jaw tighten trying to stifle the groan of pain I knew his actions should have come with.

"Hey, what are you doing? Lie back down," I ordered. I tried to gently push him back, but he had other plans. With his free hand he pulled my chin in close to his face and kissed me. Even if this was just my subconscious giving me what I'd wanted – and at the moment it didn't feel like it - I was going to enjoy it. I kissed back, maybe a little bit too enthusiastic about it. I felt him freeze and I pulled back almost immediately, worried I'd hurt him.

"I should tell them you're awake," I admitted blushing.

"Do you have to?" he teased weakly.

"Yes I do," I told him and - after stealing another long glance at him - I left to find Shaquille.

x-X-x

The receptionist at the front desk had given me directions to find Shaquille's office and as I turned a corner I heard someone arguing on the phone.

I knew it was none of my business so I planned to keep walking. That was until Ikuto's name was mentioned.

"I couldn't have let that happen to him!" she said in a hushed yell. There was a pause and a loud buzzing. "Fine I don't, but I can't do that to Am… her!" I finally recognised the voice. It was Shaquille. "What do you mean 'after everything I've already done to her'?" Her voice was getting louder. What Shaquille did to her? Does she mean me? Those attacks? They were because of Shaquille? "No, I never assisted in any of those attacks," she argued. "Because she cares for him." She was after Ikuto? "Yes the same way." There was another short pause. "No don't. Isn't there some other way?" I heard her plead. "Fine, but can't it wait just a little longer?"

I had to intervene. All the questions that had been raised needed answers. "Can what wait a little longer?"

Me: There, all done. Now can I know what was on the note?
Rima: I don't think you'll get much of an answer.
Me: Why not? *turns around* Oh…
Rima: Yeah I know.
Me: I'm sorry for still not knowing what's on the note, but as soon as I pry those two away from each other *shudders* I'll tell everyone. Unless Rima can tell me now?
Rima: Sorry 'Alice', I can't. I promised Amu.
Me: Damn. Oh well. Oh, big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my friend SHAQUILLE!!!! Love you gorgeous, have a great day. Also, a huge thanks to all of you guys who read my stories and review them and give me the support that you know the voices in my head and I love so much. Huge thanks to IAmTwilighter, who edits all my stories and chapters. Love you too. Lastly, please review!