(A/N: God, I'm SO freaking fucked up!! DX I'm not gonna say why cuz you know you don't give a shit about it, you just wanna know what happened to Nowaki-kun ^.~; I know you do, believe me, I'm a fan as well :3 Anyway, I had to finish the chapter to get some bit of sympathy, y'know? I'm really proud of how this came out, this and chapter 21 -22 on the browser- of S-AHS have been my favorites from I think all time. I think the ones from Codename can get better, but I enjoy writing in Yami's POV! It's fun to play with his thoughts! :P Okay, I won't bore you anymore, so enjoy! :3)


You Must Survive!

Chapter 3

"What do you mean you can't give him the cure yet?!"

The ambulance had gotten to the park just a few minutes after Hiroki's call. They'd taken Nowaki to the hospital as soon as they could, but he hadn't let go of his hand, squeezing it lightly. Then, the same doctor that had attended him explained to Kamijou that they still had a chance of curing Nowaki, but they had to be careful. It was a life or death situation, as he had described it.

"What's going to happen to him?! Y- You're gonna give him what he needs to get better, right?!" Hiroki yelled at the doctor, tears welling up on his eyes.

"Not to worry, Kamijou-san…" said the doctor.

"'Not to worry'?! He could've died! He can die if you don't do something for him!"

"There is a cure, Kamijou-san, we have it all under control!" Hiroki tried to believe what the elder was saying, but he couldn't help but wonder how in the world they had it "all under control." "However, we have to wait."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well… we, um, we can't give him the cure yet."

This had sent Hiroki to Hell. He was now grabbing the man by his collar, liquid fury running through his veins instead of blood, while a nurse desperately tried to pull him apart from her superior.

"What reason do you have not to give him the cure right away?!" he exclaimed.

"We have to be very careful at the moment of injecting the anti-virus!" said the doctor. "If we give him the anti-virus too early, the virus will be immune to its effect and there won't be any chance to save Kusama-san!" Kamijou's heart shattered into pieces. He let go of the collar he was so angrily gripping and fell down to one of the chairs behind him.

They had to inject the anti-virus at the right time: if they did before, Nowaki would just get worse, but if they did it after, it would be too late. Either way, the result was the same.

How did they expect him 'not to worry' when his lover could die from a very simple and very small miscalculation?

"I'm sorry, Kamijou-san," remarked the doctor, walking away with the nurse behind him. Hiroki stayed seated there, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He shook his head wildly; there was no way he was going to let Nowaki die! Who did that asshole think he was to just die and leave him?!

The brunet stood up and walked through the hallway, looking at the windows to see if he could find the room where Nowaki was staying at. There were a lot of children, some dying from cancer, some others from heart diseases; all of the adults he saw where at the edge of death, too. This made him worried. Did none of this people have any chance to survive? He began to fear more for the blue-eyed.

He finally came across the room he was looking for… and there was his lover.

He was lying on a bed with a blanket covering up to his chin, and he had an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. Hiroki remembered how terrified he'd been when he saw him choking. He actually panicked; for a slight moment, he hadn't had any idea of what to do.

What had happened to Kamijou the Devil, to that literature assistant professor that all the students feared with their hearts and souls? What had happened to the guy that never hesitated, to the person that knew exactly what to do in every occasion he faced?

He's gone, thought Hiroki. He's gone for the time Nowaki's like this. He placed one of his hands on the glass window. Nowaki? If you can hear me… if you can hear me, please get… His cell phone rang then. Annoyed, he flipped it open. "Yes?"

"Oi, Hiroki." Oh, this was just great.

"Bakahiko! What do you want?!" he cried out angrily. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Akihiko right now.

"Heard that your brat's in the hospital. Is he okay?" What? Akihiko knew about Nowaki being…?

"H- How do you know that?"

"It was on the TV: 'Young doctor gets hit by the swine flu.' I was working when Misaki yelled something about 'Kamijou-sensei' being on the news." Misaki? Ah, the Takahashi kid. Hiroki'd had some troubles with him. He wasn't the smartest guy in his classroom, that was for sure. "When I got down, I saw you and your brat in an ambulance."

"He's okay, and he's not a brat!" he shouted. Who in the world did Bakahiko think he was to call Nowaki a brat?! Only he, Hiro-san, could call him like that!

"Oh? Kamijou Hiroki doesn't care about being seen on TV with his lover?" Hiroki blushed.

"Like you'd care!" And before Akihiko had any chance to answer, he hung up. But… how could he care about something so trivial when he had more important things to worry about? Wait, he'd been on TV? God, that didn't matter now! Focus, Hiroki! Sighing, he slowly opened the door to Nowaki's room and slipped inside.

There was a heart monitor beeping, indicating Nowaki's heartbeats. There were also some gloves on the table next to the bed—he realized the wisest thing would be to put them on if he was planning to make contact with Nowaki. After all, he'd heard that the swine flu was passed on to people by the touching of hands.

So he took one of the gloves and slid his hand inside. He sat down on a chair located next to the table, staring at Nowaki's sleeping face; without much hesitation—which surprised him as much as it would've surprised anyone else that knew him—he took his lover's hand from underneath the blanket and squeezed it lightly.

"Nowaki?" he whispered, his eyes saddening. "C- Can you hear me?" In any other situation, he would've really felt stupid. But this time, he actually didn't care. This was another side of Kamijou Hiroki he himself had never known. "I… I don't want you to die, okay? I d- don't want you to leave me." Tears had started to blur his vision. "I need you with me, Nowaki," he mumbled. "I've… never loved anyone or anything as much as I love you! I—I love you, Nowaki, I really do!" The tears began to rain down at this moment, and he wiped them with the back of his hand. Hiroki squeezed his hand a bit tighter.

"Stay with me, Nowaki," he repeated in a whisper. "Don't you dare to die, you idiot…"

The last time he'd cried this much was that time on the library, after their supposed break-up that actually never happened. He'd cried his heart out, and even that day he hadn't let out his emotions like he was doing now.

"Please get better, Nowaki… please…"

And just then, the heart monitor began to slow down.


(A/N: You're gonna yell at me, I SO know it!! 3X I'm sho shorry!! But hey, we got to see a very CUTE and sorta WTF like Hiro-san! Don't tell me you didn't love him cuz that'll make me go SAY WHAT?! I did love him, it's a Hiro-san some have never dreamed of seeing! Just one favor, okay, two: DON'T KILL ME!! DX and REVIEW!! Pwease, for Nowaki-kun's sake!! D=!!)