WHOOO! I'm on a writing streak! …except for Just Silly….-goes to emo corner-

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shugo Chara

Paralysis. The sudden realization of that fact suffocated him. Rima looked at him with wide, worried eyes. It can't be.

"No! No! You can move!" She screamed like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. She yanked out the IVs attached to her arms and tore off the sensors and ran too his bedside. The machine beside Rima's bed went off. "You have to move," she whimpered, desperately searching for his hand under the mess of blankets. Finding it, she clasped it with her own hands and held it close to her chest. "Please…"Tears threatened to fall from her, "move…" The tears brimmed over and clouded her golden orbs. Nagihiko stared down at her. A stranger, who he hasn't even known for an hour yet, was spilling her tears for him. And he wanted to hold her again. But he couldn't. He could only tell her it was okay. But he couldn't do that either, because he would be lying. He was not okay. And so he looked back down at the strange young lady. He looked down at Rima. And suddenly, he wanted to cry too.

The same nurse from the last two visits rushed in the room when she heard the beeping noises. She looked at the second cot in and found it empty. Just as she was about to panic and call for help she her whimpering voices from the first bed. There, patient 120, Rima Mashiro. And she was crying on patient 119, Nagihiko Fujisaki. The man himself was looking even more lifeless than when he first woke up. The nurse was surprised, though, the second day of hospitalization and the two patients in Room 43110 were already having a weeping fest. "Mashiro-san, please," The nurse urged as she softly grabbed Rima by the arms and pulled her towards the other bed.

"No," Rima whispered, not letting go of Nagihiko's hand. "He can't…" Hiccup. "He can't…" Hiccup. But her hiccups wouldn't let her finish the sentence. The nurse pried Nagihiko's hand out of Rima's.

"It's okay, Mashiro-san, it's alright." The nurse said in a soothingly familiar voice. She guided the girl back to her own bed and re-attached the IVs and sensors. After a few minutes the blonde beauty had fallen asleep. The nurse reached over and wiped away the leftover tears on her face. "It's going to be okay, Rima-chan, I'm always here…" the nurse said in a soft voice. Nagihiko, who had been listening to their one-sided conversation, wondered if she was talking about Rima's physical condition, or something else. It took a while for him to noticed that his arm was back on the bed, instead of dangling at the side like it had been. He looked up at the nurse, who seemed to have come up from nowhere, but in actuality she walked over while he was thinking. "Is everything alright, Fujisaki-san?" She was asking about the earlier incident. Nagihiko looked up at the startling similar face, and felt the need to cry again. Like a small child who just scraped his knee, not the full grown man that went through a car crash and was now paralyzed. He didn't want to answer; he didn't want to confirm the horrible fact by saying it out loud. But the nurse didn't need an explanation at all. She had found out when she picked up his hand. "Fujisaki-san," She said in a soothing, motherly voice that some nurses seemed to have, "look closely at your left thumb." His head snapped towards her, seeing as how it was the only part of his body that he could move. Registering what she had said, he looked down at his thumb in wonder. There it was, on the bed next to him, but it was twitching. Nagihiko's eyes widened and the slight hint of life re-entered his pupils. The nurse next to him smiled. Nagihiko smiled back at her and then turned his attention back to his thumb. Scrunching up his eyebrows he stared hard at his thumb. It did nothing but twitch. Nagihiko pouted. "It may be temporary paralysis, but you won't recover that fast." She told him. Nagihiko looked back up at her with a wry smile.

"Thank you." He told her. The was a knock and a tall man in a white coat entered. His deep eyes scanned the room. Then he walked over to Nagihiko's bed.

"How is the patient doing?" He asked the nurse casually. She frowned at his unprofessional tone, but replied anyway.

"Fine, just temporary paralysis from the neck down." The doctor wrote something on his clipboard.

"And the other one?"

"Not sure, yet. She's woken up but I couldn't gather much from that time." But then the nurse leaned over and whispered something into the doctor's ear. He barely flinched but continued writing on his clipboard. He then nodded.

"Come on, let's let Fujisaki-san gets some more rest." He announced and headed for the door.

"Um, may I know who you are?" Nagihiko asked. The doctor smirked and walked over and ruffled his hair. "I saved your life, fiction-boy." The nurse walked over and kicked him in the shin.

"You didn't save him!" She scolded him. "Kairi did the surgery, not you!"

"Okay, fine," He whined. The doctor looked back at Nagihiko. "But I helped."

"No you didn't! You're not surgeon's assistant either! That's Yaya's job!" She scolded him again.

"Fine! I give up." And they both started walking towards the door again. Nagihiko felt ignored, they haven't even answered his first question.

"Uh…" He spoke up. They turned to look at him again. The nurse looking eager to help while the doctor stared out into the hallway, like a cat trapped in a tight space. "What are your names?" He asked, hoping the question was easier to comprehend this time. The nurse looked like a sudden idea struck her. Maybe our names will trigger something. She thought.

"Hinamori, Amu." The nurse answered cheerfully.

"Dr. Tsukiyomi, Ikuto." The doctor replied nonchalantly. Nagihiko stared at them a bit, but there was no sign of recognition. Amu looked crestfallen, and Ikuto looked at her sympathetically.

"Alright, thank you, Hinamori-san, Dr. Tsukiyomi-san." Nagihiko said and turned his head towards the window. As the tow hospital workers left a sudden vision flashed in front of Nagihiko's eyes, where the window had been.

'If you just add a stroke right here then it will blend better.' A hand holding paintbrush dipped it in some water and washed it over the colors. 'There?' 'Perfect'

And just as quickly as the image came, it was gone again. Nagihiko stared at the window in shock, wondering where the scene had come from. Had he seen it in a movie? No. But it definitely never happened to him before. He stared back down at his bed sheets.

"Just where had that memory come from?"

So there's some character introductions for you. And yay! Nagihiko is going to be okay. I love this story :)

Review! Because Ikuto's a doctor!