It's here! Sorry, I was about to finish when I had to go to this stupid Student Led Conference thing and when I came back my computer crash and only saved half of this thing so I had to type the other half all over again -.-'

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Shugo Chara. Or Tokyo Central Hospital, if it exists.

"Bye Mama!" A small blonde girl said to her mother as she exited the house. The girl's wavy hair danced in the wind as she carefully went down the steps that lead to the sidewalk, where a tall figure with long hair was waiting for her. The girl looked up and scowled. "Nagi-"

Darkness.

Two figures lay on hospital beds, right next to each other. Both had breathing masks on. Bandages wrapped around their bodies and I.V.'s feeding into their arms. One mind was unconscious; the other was being flooded with information. The patient on the left twitched his eyes. Blinking, his eyes fluttered open to reveal dull hazel orbs. He groaned and looked up. A bright florescent light blinded his vision and he tried to bring his hand up to shield himself. Where am I? And that was, at first, his top priority. Then he realized that his hand had not come up. The man, with much effort, scrunched his eyebrows. He examined his body. He was wearing a patient's shirt, he knew. The rest of his body was cover by a blanket but he could see his feet sticking up from under the blanket. The he looked to either side of him. His shoulders were covered in bandages but still intact. Just then a nurse walked in. She seemed surprised that he was awake.

"Sir, your awake already!" She exclaimed, stating the obvious. The man attempted to nod, but it looked more like a spasm. "Is there anything I can do for you?" The nurse asked. She removed his breathing mask. The man coughed a few times before he could manage a voice.

"U-up." He croaked. The nurse hurriedly rushed to his side and pressed a button that raised the bed. Once he was in a sitting position, he looked around the room. "W-where," another cough, "am I?" He asked the nurse, voicing his earlier thoughts.

"You in a hospital, sir. Tokyo Central Hospital." She answered as she went up to him and flashed a light in his eyes. The memory of the previous night flashed through his mind. But there was something more than that now. Sensation of falling, a hard impact. He winced, I'll get the details later, he decided. Looking around again, he remembered, back when he was younger he had to come he because he broke his arm. That was before the moved to Europe. The man sighed. The nurse looked at his face closely, a familiar glint in her eye. She changed his I.V. pack and turned to leave. "I'll be back to check on you in about half an hour." She told him. The man managed a slight nod. He laid his head back down on the pillow. Looking to his right his breath caught in his throat. Laying next to him was a young lady, her head bruised and wrapped in bandages but as the evening light hit her through the windows, she looked like an angel. The man stared and stared until the woman let out a small, shuddered breath. He looked away. After a few more minutes he stole another glance at her. No! He scolded himself. That's what perverts do. But he couldn't help looking back over at her. Her beautiful blonde hair fanning out across the bed like a golden spider web. A beautiful golden spider web, mind you. Her even breathing suddenly started shuddering, and delicate eyebrows furrowed. The man stared at her wondering what could be wrong. She then started murmuring incoherent things. The man was compelled to get up and pull her into a tight embrace and tell her it was okay, because he was here. But he didn't because they were strangers, and it went against his morals.

There was darkness all around. So much darkness. There, in front of me, what a pretty woman. But she's falling, and I'm falling too. STOP! It's still dark. But I'm not falling. The pretty lady is behind some glass. I reach up to touch her, and she starts to shrink. Now she's a little taller than me and I realize; that is me. Suddenly there's lots of mirrors and they're all reflecting me. Sometimes I'm older. Sometimes I'm younger. They're all doing something different. I'm just watching them. I'm scared now. I try to break out but the mirrors are too strong. I try to call out to myself for help but they can't hear me. And suddenly they're gone. I don't remember their faces or what they were doing. I don't even remember if they were really there. I squat down and hug my knees. Where am I? WHO am I? I start to cry, and it gets cold. But suddenly warmth surrounds me and I hear a faint voice. It's getting louder and I hear the voice singing. It calms me, and even makes me a bit happy. I stand and look up and I see another mirror. Only, it's reflecting me. The me as I am now. Wake up, the reflection says to me. I look back, confused. Your alive, it tells me, and you are you.

The man looked over at the girl and she was breathing normally again. There was even a light smile, but it still looked like she's straining to do something. He continued to sing.

Hush little darling, don't say a word,

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird,

If that mockingbird won't sing,

Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.

If that diamond ring turns brass,

Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.

If that looking glass gets broke,

Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.

If that billy goat won't pull,

Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull.

If that cart and bull turn over,

Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.

If that dog named Rover won't bark,

Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.

If that horse and cart fall down,

You'll still be the sweetest little girl in town.

So hush little baby, don't you cry,

Daddy loves you and so do I.

It was a lullaby his mother would sing to when he was a little boy. Who knew he would sing it to someone else. In fact, the man had forgotten all about it until he had started singing to her. As he finished the song, the girl next to him turned her head toward him and her squinting eyes relaxed. The man choked on his breath. Now that he had full view of the girl's face she was even more beautiful. He felt that he might need the breathing mask back. The girl drew her eyelids open. Her lashes long and perfect, underneath them he saw the most beautiful golden eyes. Far prettier than any jewel. The girl looked at him, with those wide innocent eyes. She stared at him and he felt captured by her gaze.

"…weirdo." The man was shocked by her sudden insult, her personality completely contradicting her appearance. He cocked his head just as the nurse came back.

"Ah, you up too!" The nurse smiled. The cold blonde beauty looked at the nurse, then back at the man. The nurse quickly rushed over to the girl. "Are you feeling well?" She asked, smiling brightly. The girl stared up at her.

"…Who are you?" She asked bluntly. For a second the nurse looked pained, then regained her composure.

"Just a nurse." She smiled again. "Is there anything you would like me to do?"

"Where's Mama?" The girl asked. The man was surprised at this, for the girl may look small, but she was at least in college. The nurse looked shocked, and then wrote something on her clipboard. She then turned to leave. Before she exited the room she turned back to look at the girl.

"Mama will be here in a while, okay?" The girl looked suspicious, but nodded. She turned back to the man. He smiled at her. She frowned at this.

"What's your name, mister?" The man was still a little unsettled about how she sounded like an elementary student, but he answered her anyway.

"Fujisaki Nagihiko." He answered. The girl looked at him, then reach over the side of her bed to press the button that made it go up. Once she was in a sitting position like he was, she reached over her hand.

"I'm Mashiro Rima." She told him with a smile, suddenly seeming to trust him. He looked at the hand and reached for it. There was a moment of silence. Rima's hand dangled in the air. Nagihiko stared at it in horror. Then he looked at Rima like a frightened animal. She looked back, confused at why he didn't take her hand. He stared in shock at his arms, both of them. They were resting on the bed, perfectly fine. And they were still connected to his shoulders. He looked back at the Rima, looking as if he had just lost something precious. Rima looked back worriedly, not knowing what was causing Nagihiko to makes such a face.

"…I can't move." He muttered, barely above a whisper.

O.o I'm scared and caught in suspense and I'm the one writing the story...I'm so lame :P

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