Tsumori walked into the doctor's lounge, where he spotted a glum Nowaki sitting on a couch and staring out the window.

"Yo, what's wrong Nowaki?"

"Nothing, sempai." Nowaki sighed as he still looked out.

"Yeah, right. If nothing were wrong, you wouldn't be so damn depressed this morning."

He continued. "Lemme guess, it's that little pissy boyfriend of yours, isn't it?"

Nowaki just lowered his eyes from the window to the ledge.

"I'll take your silence as a 'yes'. Alright, what happened?"

Nowaki turned and faced Tsumori. "Well, I was making breakfast and Hiro-san woke up. I told him I had to leave early because I had to work overtime again and he got so angry. He got even more angry when he asked me why I was working so much and didn't tell him. Finally, he just left for work early and now I feel terrible about it."

Tsumori walked over and sat next to Nowaki. "Now usually, whenever you'd tell me about how Hiroki would get all pissed at you, it's usually his own stubborn-ass' fault. I kinda hate to say this, but Hiroki had a right to be pissed at you this time. You're barely home and you've been working yourself to death these past weeks. I bet this morning was the first time in weeks you two had seen each other."

Nowaki lowered his head. He had to agree, he hadn't seen Hiro-san in what felt like forever and when he did, he was ecstatic. But what happened at breakfast killed his happy mood.

He continued to listen.

"You've already to proven to everyone here that you're a hard-working, capable doctor. You don't need to do so much overtime. These days, you've been looking so damn exhausted but you just keep going. Why put so much unnecessary work on yourself?"

"It's not unnecessary." Nowaki spat out. There was a hint of anger in his voice.

Tsumori picked up on this and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Nowaki calmed himself and sighed. "Sempai..."

Tsumori was ready to listen when both him and Nowaki's beepers went off. "Aww, darn! And just when things started to get interesting!" He playfully pouted as he got his cellphone and called the head of the pediatric unit. After the quick discussion, he informed Nowaki as they both headed down to the emergency room.

"There was a shooting and it looks like we'll be working in ICU and the emergency room today."

"Where, at a bank?" Nowaki questioned.

"Didn't say, but there's a lot of victims."

In the ER, many patients were being wheeled in. All for bullet wounds. Tsumori noticed that nearly all of the patients were young adults, college students. So that must have meant the older ones were professors... While Nowaki was busy with one patient, Tsumori passed out charts for the incoming ones. He quickly saw each name as he gave one to each doctor.

'Tsukino Daisuke, Seba Jun, Sasaki Hana, Tachibana Keita, Kamijou Hiroki-'

He froze. Did he just read what he thought he read? It couldn't be...

Tsumori quickly moved the chart to the bottom of the stack and passed the next charts, hoping and praying the one he had taken back wasn't the Hiroki he thought it was. After the rest of the charts were gone Tsumori hurriedly skimmed through the chart he kept, confirming what he had wished wasn't true.

"Name: Kamijou Hiroki.

Birthdate: 4/25/70

Blood Type: A

Allergies: None

Emergency Contact: Kusama Nowaki - 03-XXX-XXXX"

'Oh no, oh no, oh no...' he thought.

His mind was in a frenzy. So many questions popped in his head. What happened? Was he ok? Is he alive...? And if Nowaki were to find out...

'Nowaki! Oh crap, what about Nowaki? I can't let him find out about this yet! What would he say? What would he do?'

'Ok, I'll take Hiroki's file and find out what happened. Once I know if he's alright, then I'll tell Nowaki. I shouldn't scare him until I know for sure that Hiroki's fine. But if he isn't...'

Tsumori shook that last thought from his head and was about to go and find his patient until a shaky voice he recognized stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Hiro-san..."

A/N: I know I haven't uploaded in a while, but school takes up so much of my time. I actually finished this chapter a while ago but forgot to upload it. Just think of this chapter as my Thanksgiving gift to you. Lol

A little fact about the names if the victims: 2 of the names I made up while the other 2 are real people.

Seba Jun, known as Nujabes, was a hip-hop producer and DJ who helped produce the background music and soundtrack to my favorite anime, Samurai Champloo. Sadly, he died in a traffic accident in Japan on February 26, 2010. He is one of my favorite artists and I highly suggest listening to some of his songs.

The other name, Keita Tachibana, is the name of one of the members of my favorite Japanese boy band, W-inds.