Note: Chapter 2! I finally did it. Sorry for the longer delay this time around. School is getting crazier these days, and then I had to deal with an allergy/sinus/cold type thing. It was annoying and now I have to make up clinical time because of it…stupid cold sinus thing. Anyways, thanks to one of my reviews I got, and loved I thought I'd explain a bit more of what Shounen-ai and Yaoi is, just in case you are getting into it and don't know what that is. It's male pairing, so two men having a romantic relationship with one another. It's a fangirl thing. But I promise there will be other types of relationships in this, as you may be able to tell as the story progresses. I hope you guys are liking where I'm taking this story. I'm just typing it as it comes to me lol. Enjoy

Chapter 2:

"Hmm…still nothing." Kyle took to hanging up the payphone again and started back towards the direction of Mila. The woman was sitting upon one of the various waiting chairs, every now and then looking back up to the clock. Turning to stare at the same clock, Kyle took in a soft sigh. "Want me to ask the lady again?"

Mila gasped and nodded at this, Kyle sighing once more. Hands within his pockets, the once police officer started back to the help desk that he had ventured to a good few times, trying to reassure Mila. "Did..they get a room for Mr. Nash?"

The woman behind the desk paused before starting to type away at the computer. "Ah…his first name again?"

"Eric…"

"Ah yes, he's now within his room, room 378" The woman repeated the number from earlier, Kyle nodding his head at this.

"Thank you." Turning around, he gave a tilt of his head, trying to gain Mila's attention.

Noticing Kyle's motions, Mila took to pushing up from the chair and gently moved over to where the man was. "Is he…."

Kyle smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah, he's in his room. You did want to go see him right?" Noticing the rather hesitant look on the woman's visage, only to note the faint blush, a slight laugh left Kyle. "Come on, you made me wait here a good couple of hour, the least you can do is be honest. Let's go." Kyle pushed out a hand for Mila to take, noting that she was being shy. "Why are you being silent again?"

"S…Sorry."

"Don't apologize, you really were worried about him weren't you?"

Mila nodded, only to gently catch onto Kyle's hand and follow after the man to the elevators. She looked around the lobby area to note some more people waiting for those in surgery to gain a room, and then there were the ones that were waiting to be seen upon themselves. It seemed clean enough, but Mila was not very fond of hospitals. At least not after being stuck in one for so long when within her comatose state. But she wanted to make sure that the young man her age was alright.

Turning to stare at the bracelet upon her person, Mila wondered if it really was the same type of bracelet that Eric's father made. Three years ago, so much had happened three years ago. A glance was given to Kyle. Squeezing his hand a bit, the two soon got up to the third floor and then into the room where Eric was being held. "Oh…"

"Yeah, I guess he's a bit konked out with all the pain medicine." Kyle explained to Mila as they came into the room to find that Eric Nash was sleeping a bit soundly, his body all bandaged up, at least the parts that needed them. Moving over to where the man was resting, a gasp left the male as his eyes fell upon the hand that was resting upon Eric's chest. Underneath it was a letter. Was there a visitor before them? Kyle instantly wondered if he saw anyone suspicious back in the lobby, but no one came to his mind.

Gently moving the hand, Kyle grabbed the letter and gently replaced Eric's hand upon the boy's own chest. Stepping away, Kyle paled to see his name on the envelope. "What the…" What was going on? Why was his name upon the envelope and held underneath Eric's hand? It was as if whoever placed this there knew he was going to come visit soon. A tinier hand gently caught onto Kyle's jacket, this causing the man to turn to see the worried female.

"I'm alright. A bit surprised, but I'm alright." Mila gave him a look that said she did not believe him, a sigh leaving Kyle at this. Shifting his gaze away from Mila, his fingers worked with the paper, opening it up to reveal the note within. Pulling it out, Kyle read it quietly to himself.

"Kyle. The game's changed. Protect this boy, even from me." Turning the note around, looking for a signature, Kyle suddenly dropped it and he quickly pushed out of the room. "Bradley!"

Mila, now tense as could be, slowly shifted away from Eric, only to knelt down and pick up the note. Upon the back of the note, it held Bradley's name. She was about to rush out of the room to search for Kyle, but paused as something else caught her attention.

"F…Father…"

Mila took a few steps away from Eric, only to note the boy was having a hard time with something. Looking around, Mila bit her lip and gently approached the young man. "P…Poor boy." She hesitantly moved out a hand and touched the being's cheek, wishing that Kyle would return. But he would right?

Where is he…He has to be here…Bradley.

Kyle found himself slowing down, having pushed out of the hospital and into the from entrance parking lot. There was no sign of the man. Bradley was there, and he missed him. "Bradley…" Closing his eyes, Kyle took in a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, Kyle readied to take another step forward, only to pause. A gun pressed behind him against his back. "Just keep going…go to the basement parking."

"Brad"

"Now…"

Shutting his mouth, Kyle nodded and started forward, wanting to turn around and see who it was. It had to be Bradley. The voice, it was the man's voice. The gun continued to press against his back, showing the other male which way he needed to go. Kyle studied the vehicles as the two moved towards the basement parking which was down a ramp. The people that were around paid no attention to them as they were more focused on other things, most of them doctors and the like.

"Father…" Kyle bit his lip as he heard the order and continued on, trying not to gain any sort of attention. The more farther they both got within the parking lot, the darker the scenery became. Soon enough, they came to a more deserted part of the parking lot, no one else around except for a few parked cars of the employees that were less fortunate to gain the leftover spots.

Kyle was about to say something, only to find his back slamming roughly into the wall, the gun pressing against his chest, only for Bradley to face him. "Bradley.."

Bradley remained silent, his gaze soon softening before slowly lowering the gun, but still kept a hand pressing Kyle to the wall. "Kyle…"

"I thought I wasn't supposed to find you…the letter"

"Forget that letter Kyle. I…I was trying to become a ghost. Things…things are changing." Bradley finally released Kyle and pulled away. "That boy's in danger because of me. I need…your help. Protect him."

"I have to protect someone else right now. I don't need"

"Believe me, you want to do this." Bradley pushed the gun back against Kyle's skull, the man gasping and pressing his back against the wall in surprise.

"You..are the only one Kyle. If I do it, that boy is going to die faster. You're the only one safe from Nile at the moment. But that may not be for too long. They are looking into my files and everything. I know your name will show up eventually. You have to get that kid out of here fast. If he stays in this hospital for just one night, he's going to be a goner."

"Bradley, it's been three years…and now this? What's going on?"

"Please don't ask anything right now Kyle. Just do this…I have to go."

Kyle's eyes widened as Bradley soon pushed himself away from the area. "Bradley! Wait!!" Bradley pushed into one of the parked vehicles, keeping Kyle from the handle before taking to starting up the car and speeding off. "Bradley…" What did this mean? Watching as the vehicle pushed up the ramp that they had walked down, Kyle just stood there. Bradley was there. Right before him…alive and well, breathing. Tightening his hand, Kyle gritted his teeth and took to a run of his own. He should not have left Mila alone with that Eric.

Mila quickly turned, a soft sigh of relief leaving her to note Kyle slowly entering, seeming a bit out of breath. "Kyle…"

"He was here Mila…Bradley was here." She paused at this, only to move closer to him. "How is he?"

Looking back towards the young man, Mila softened her gaze. "Still resting…I..I'm sorry for having made you wait here for"

"Don't apologize. I got to see Bradley because of it." Eyes widened and Mila turned around to face Kyle.

"You saw him?"

"Yeah…Mila, we have to get this kid out of here and take him with us."

"What? But that's impossible, he's wounded."

"I know…Shit, I don't know what the hell he's expecting me to do. But he told me that if we didn't do anything, that this kid is going to be dead by the time night comes around." Mile quickly placed a hand over her mouth as Kyle said such a thing. What in the world were they going to do to get Eric Nash out of the hospital. Kyle shifted around the room, spotting a telephone. "I'm…I'm going to try Ed again. He should be able to help us with something this outrageous."

"Great, more news." Mila paused, Kyle moving off to the phone, the voice of another patient having caught her attention. Mila moved to see what was on the television set that was to be shared by both Eric and the patient beyond the other side of the curtain. Staring at the screen that was slightly turned more to the patient that had grunted, Mila focused on it, a newsflash having appeared. Kyle was at the phone, trying to get some sort of answer from anyone.

"Shit…why won't they pick up? Did they decide to take a holiday too?" Kyle grumbled to himself as he kept the phone close to him. He would also tell Ed about Bradley once he got a hold of the man.

Mila sighed at this and turned back to the screen, only for her eyes to widen, her hands quickly moving to her lips. "K…K….K….Kyle…" She softly cried out, this causing the man to shift his gaze. Noticing the woman's expression, he shot his gaze to the television screen.

Hanging up the phone, he moved closer to try to get a better angle, only for his eyes to widen as well. The name Ed Vincent and the Red Crown kept flashing upon the screen, the reporter explaining on how they happened on the scene and that how the secretary Rachel was missing, and either a possible suspect or kidnapped. He froze, staring at the screen silently with Mila at his side. "Ed….no…"