(A/N: OMG, you guys, I SWEAR I love you all!! I never thought this story would have as much support as it has now!! O///O And BTW, I understand that some of the information I've used related to the swine flu might not be correct at all, but this is a fanfic!! I'm doing it with the knowledge I've already researched for school projects! So if you want to make a comment about my lack of duty towards the community or whatever, PLEASE, save it to yourselves. I know it's an advice, but I'll see if I take it or not. THANK YOU.

Now, enjoy! I liked this chapter a hell more than last one...)


You Must Survive!

Chapter 4

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

Nowaki's breath became quicker and harsher, and he started coughing like he'd done on the park. Hiroki panicked. He tried to call the doctor, but his voice had caught in his throat; he was in such a state of shock that he didn't know what to do.

"Kamijou-san!" The doctor, followed by the nurse, had come into the room. "You have to get out of here, now!"

"B- But, Nowaki…!" he called, still holding onto his lover's hand.

"Please follow me, Kamijou-san," said the nurse as she tried to get him out of the room.

"No… no…" mumbled Hiroki. He felt how his gloved hand slipped away from Nowaki's fingers, and there was nothing he could do about it. When he was out, he kept staring through the window, even if the woman had told him to please leave. More doctors had walked into the room, but the situation was getting a lot worse.

When would they inject him the damned anti-virus?!

Then something happened—something that he wouldn't have thought possible right now: Nowaki's eyes opened slightly, and, still coughing, he turned his sight to stare at his favorite person in the whole world.

"H- Hiro-san…" he coughed. Hiroki felt like crying again. In a moment of rage, he raised his fist and hit the glass window.

"Don't die, Nowaki!" he shouted. He hit the window with his other fist. "Don't you dare to leave me alone again, you asshole, don't you dare!" The mere thought frightened him. The mere thought of his Nowaki dying was sending his soul to Hell already. "You can do it, Nowaki! You're much stronger than I am! I know you can pull through!" The tears flowed down his cheeks. "I can't live without you, you heard me?! Is that what you wanted to hear?! You better get out of this alive!"

"Kamijou-san, please follow me," repeated the nurse as she and some other people tried uselessly to pull Hiroki away from that window; all of their efforts were futile. The woman called out to someone else, and whoever he was, he was able to drag him away from the hallway and even out of the hospital.

"No, no, NO! Leave me alone! I have to see how he is!" he replied, sobbing.

"Kamijou-san, he'll be fine!"

"'Fine'?! How can he be fucking fine?! He's dying, dammit! Nowaki!"

"Hiroki." The brunet's sobs stopped. He knew that voice. "You should just obey." What was Akihiko doing here? The guy that had dragged him out let go of him in the blink of an eye, and soon he was alone with the great lord Usami Akihiko.

Hiroki bit and chewed on his lip. If he remembered correctly, he'd cried only once in front of his best friend, and it'd been when they were kids. This was definitely not going to be the second time.

"H- He's dying…" he repeated, staring at the ground.

"I heard," said Akihiko. "I'm sure he'll pull through," he added, patting Hiroki's shoulder once. Kamijou wiped his face.

"W- What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I wanted to see if you were still alive," he answered. "You sounded like you were gonna die on the phone."

And how did you think I was going to react, Bakahiko, he wondered, when the person I love is at the edge of death? At this moment, he didn't remember ever loving Akihiko. Nowaki was the only love he could think about right now. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. The ground could split in two and swallow the whole city and he wouldn't give a shit about it because Nowaki wouldn't be there; because Nowaki was in other kind of danger, one that could cost him his life.

One that would cost him his life if he didn't fight back.

"I can ride you home," spoke the novelist after a while.

"I'd rather walk," said Hiroki. It was beginning to get dark already, and the only thing he wanted to do was to get home, take a bath, and go to sleep. Luckily for him, Akihiko was the one to understand… at least towards him. "I'll be fine."

"Hiroki?"

"What is it?" Usami hesitated before finishing.

"He's a strong one, your brat." Hiroki looked at him.

"I know."

-

When he walked through the door, Hiroki felt alone. It wasn't the first time he'd been home before Nowaki was, but it was the first time he'd been home wondering if Nowaki would ever cross his door again. No. In fact, it wasn't the first time, either. The first time was when Nowaki left to America to study abroad; for months, he had wondered whether his lover would come back or not.

This time, though, there was a slight chance Nowaki wouldn't even be alive to begin with.

Stop it, Kamijou! he told himself. Of course Nowaki was going to survive! He… He had to! He c- couldn't just leave, right? No, of course not! Why was he having these thoughts, then?! Why did he feel like today had been the last day he'd been able to see Nowaki, his Nowaki?

His

Ever since the fight they'd had before moving, Hiroki hadn't felt as weak as he felt now. Like a child, he was defenseless, alone, with no one by his side… how he missed Nowaki… missed him with his heart and soul, with every fiber in his body.

He began to cry again.

Why can't I think of anything else? Hiroki questioned himself. He's not dead yet, Hiroki… he's going to survive, you know he is. Stop worrying so much! It angered him when he didn't want to worry but this instead made him worry a lot more. Where had his pride gone now? In any other situation, he would've been making up excuses to explain his tears. But not now. Not now. The explanation was much too obvious.

And so, the former "Kamijou the Devil" sobbed until he could sob no more; until the tears made him feel so warm that he fell asleep imagining Nowaki wrapping his arms around him, embracing him in those arms that filled all of his insides with a warmth he'd never be able to find anywhere else.


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No comments... I'm just about to like break down in tears with the last part... -goes into a corner and cries heart out- OH MY GOOOOOD!!!!! T^T That was so effing depressing!! Poor, POOR HIRO-SAN!!! -hugs Hiro-san- Don't worry, I WILL give him a happy ending! But you have to REVIEW for that!! Pwease, pwease do!! T.T)