'Hospitals are no fun!' is thoughts, and
"Hospitals are no fun!" is speech.
Yuki rolled onto his side and curled into a ball...a groaning and hissing ball. Shuichi, who hadn't spoken since Yuki had defended him, pulled his chair closer to Yuki's bed and began stroking his lover's hair, his fingers passing featherlight across the writer's blonde locks. He had tears in his eyes once more, but blinked them back. It wasn't normally like Yuki to defend him so adamantly; it rather shocked him. The corner of Yuki's mouth twitched into a half smile, then he hissed once more in a mix of pain and alienation. Shuichi gazed worriedly at his lover, wishing there was some way to ease his pain, but all he could do, and all he did do, was lean close and whisper sweet nothings into the novelist's ear, never ceasing the movement across his blonde scalp.
Yuki put a hand over the younger male's mouth. "Don't. I'm fine, really." He ruffled Shuichi's hair playfully. Shuichi rolled his eyes. For some reason, he was never allowed to comfort Yuki. "You don't seem fine to me," he said. He was still petting Yuki's hair.
"I'm fine Shu, just a little...alienated." He motioned to the tubes, or where he assumed were the tubes were, that were sticking out from the end of the bed.
"All right, all right," said the singer, and let the subject drop.
"Something on your mind?" asked Yuki, concern barely recognizable in his voice.
"Besides the fact that your sister just walked in, freaked out, then left only after waking up everyone in the place?"
Yuki laughed and shifted a bit on the bed trying to get comfortable. "Try being related." Yuki shifted again and growled in frustration. "Please tell me these things don't have to come home with me when I'm discharged."
Shuichi kissed his lover on the cheek. "I hope not," he said. They never did finish what they'd started.
The intercom in Yuki's room went off. "I believe it's safe to assume that Shindou-san is in the room with you?" asked the doctor, his voice slightly distorted. Yuki groaned mentally. "Yes."
"Very good. Shindou-san, Yuki-san's medicine needs to be switched and he needs to be given his sleeping medication; would you care to do that for me? I'm in surgery at the moment." Several other voices could be heard in the background shouting out orders to each other.
Shuichi blinked. "I don't know how to do any of that stuff," he said to the intercom.
"That's fine, I can tell you how to. Do you think you can? If not, I'm sure I can find a way to get out of here-IDIOT! I SAID SEW IT, NOT CUT IT MORE!- Terribly sorry about that, didn't mean to scream in your ears."
Shuichi gulped. "Uhh...well...I'm...not good at this kind of thing," he mumbled. What he was really trying to say was that he didn't want to handle a delicate situation like this and endanger his lover's life.
"Could you at least remove the tubes that are in there now and give him his sleeping medicine? I'll be up in a few minutes to change them since you don't want to." He yelled at his assistant again, this time being sure to cover the mouth piece. "Please and thank you." With that he hung up. Shuichi sighed and grabbed an orange bottle off the table at random and read the label...not sleeping medicine. He grabbed another--nope. After several tries, he finally found it. He presented that and a glass of water to his lover. "Do you need help sitting up?" he asked, concern in his shining eyes.Yuki folded his arms across his chest like the stubborn child he was. "No." It was a lie. "And if you even think of taking those tubes out I'll hurt you, they feel weird as it is, they don't need to be touched." That was also a lie--well, the 'I'll hurt you' part, anyway.
Shuichi sighed sadly and said, "Then at least take the pill and the water."
Yuki turn his head to the side. "No."
"Why? If you don't take them I'll take out the tubes while you're awake."
Yuki shuddered at the thought, but still refused. "No." 'I want to piss off my doctor.' He crossed his legs.
Shuichi looked at the door--no one was coming--and nibbled Yuki's ear. "Come on, Yuki," he said pleadingly.
"No." Was that a whine?
"What, you scared?" he asked playfully.
"No." Yuki uncrossed his legs to prove his point.
"Then prove it. Take the damn pill."
Yuki scowled. "How do I know you're not being a pervert? How do I know that's not Viagra or something that you're about to give me?"
Shuichi laughed. "Because last time anything fun got started, Mika-san walked in. It's a curse. That, and the pill isn't blue."
Yuki looked away. The Brat had a point. "Well, do you do everything you're told?"
"No. But when a doctor's the one telling me to, and it's for my own good, I do it."
"Bah." Yuki grumbled something under his breath
Suddenly, Shuichi had an idea. He popped the pill inconspicuously into his mouth, bent down, and kissed his lover deeply, not yet releasing the medicine.
Yuki's eyes widened and he opened his mouth for Shuichi, kissing back.
The singer chose that moment to push the pill with his tongue into the back of Yuki's mouth, and pulled away.
Yuki swallowed the pill and gagged, eyes opening. "Shuichi, I'm gonna kill you!" Yuki made a grab for his lover and nearly feel of the bed, having forgotten that just because he'd opened his eyes didn't mean he could see.
Shuichi just sat down and laughed, amazed at his own brilliance.
Yuki settled back on the bed. "That was a low blow." His words were already slurring from the heavy medication.
"With you, that's my only option." Shuichi decided he enjoyed petting his lover's hair and so resumed doing so. He was still afraid he'd screw up and was putting off removing the tubes.
Yuki shifted in the bed. "Love you Shu-chan." The words were slurred and said as if the man was high but they did have meaning behind them. He let his left leg hang over the side of the bed and swing it back and forth sub-conciously.
Shuichi blushed and leaned forward once more. When his lips were an inch from his lover's, he muttered, "You don't have to take any more pills; don't get suspicious." He closed the distance, kissing his lover passionately. Yuki kissed back and let his tongue explore Shuichi's mouth as his hand found it's way to the back of the singer's head.
The singer's right hand stroked his lover's face while the other braced him on the bed. He pulled away just a little; their lips were still almost touching. "Your doctor's going to be here soon," he said slightly breathlessly.
Yuki sighed. "I know. Oh, and you don't do everything the doctor tells you to."
"And how do you know that?"
Yuki spread his legs (which were under the covers), with his knees in the air. "That's how I know."
Shuichi looked away. "Uhh, right," he mumbled. "But since when do you follow my example?"
"Since now." Yuki rolled his head from side to side to crack his neck and let out a sing-song sigh. Shuichi's hand automatically went back to stroking Yuki's hair as they waited for the doctor to come in. This was quickly becoming a habit.
Yuki's doctor walked in briskly and put on a new set of gloves. He did a double take when he saw Yuki's legs spread. "Mr. Shindou did he let you replace the tubes?"
Shuichi sweatdropped. "No," he said.
"Ah." The doctor walked over to a storage closet and got out the replacements and the medicen that went with them. "Then it looks like I'll have to do it." Yuki promptly put his legs down a crossed them, being sure the no one could spread them unless they were the Hulk. The doctor sighed to himself.
Shuichi looked at said doctor apologetically before lowering his lips yet again onto Yuki's. This was a simple, yet effective, method of weakening his lover's muscles.
Yuki growled against his lover's lips before giving in and spreading his legs so that the doctor could do his job. "You better be a good distraction, Shindou."
Instead of responding, Shuichi slid his hand around the back of Yuki's head, deepening the kiss, and licked lightly at the novelist's lips. Yuki opened his mouth and returned the kiss lovingly, he stroked the hair at the back of Shuichi's neck and winced slightly when he felt the first tube being pulled out and replaced. The singer felt Yuki wince, and kissed him with more force, hoping to make the experience a bit less uncomfortable. The novelist pressed back against the pillow as the kiss deepened and was glad when the sleeping medication began to take more effect. This is how the process continued, and to Yuki, ended all too soon--that is, to the Yuki that was to high to really notice anything but Shuichi's tongue.
Shuichi noticed that Yuki's tongue was slowing down, meaning that the drug was beginning to take effect. 'Thank god,' he thought. There were still four tubes to go; he was afraid Yuki would begin feeling them more once the initial passion of the kiss wore off. Besides, his still-healing ribs were beginning to hurt from bending over for so long. Yuki's eyes closed and he drifted of into the haze of pre-dreamland. He mumbled a few things as he drifted off and his voice was low and the slurred phrase 'my angel' being among the rambling before the man fell asleep. Shuichi heard this and blushed, pulling back and massaging his ribs lightly. His gaze, however, never left Yuki's face.
The doctor finished his work and threw away his now slightly bloody gloves. He put the sheets back over Yuki's lower half. "He'll be out for at least four hours, so if you're still in the room when he wakes up, make sure he eats."
Shuichi nodded; he definitely planned on being in the room. He pulled the (conveniently) wheeled armchair closer to Yuki's bed, curled up, and fell asleep quickly.
Author's Note: I am SO sorry for not updating in so long! Hopefully you guys didn't forget about me...But combining school, multiple groundings, relationship angst, and the like, I've been too busy to go through my Conversation History, find the elusive document that the roleplay is saved in, copy-and-paste it into Wordpad, and edit it all. But I figured since it's Thanksgiving, I thought I'd give you guys a present. Gomen nasai again, and happy Turkey Day! P.S., I will update again very soon, maybe even tonight if I get the time. If not, within seven days at the very most. -silvea-