In a small, white room, Ryoma laid with his eyes closed on a bed. Stuck in the skin of his right arm was a needle from the IV that flowed a liquid into his body. A young woman marked a few things down on a chart and hung it at the end of the bed. As she walked out, she smiled at the brunette that came in. Hearing the door click closed, Ryoma let out a sigh.

"You're awake," Fuji held out a red bag. "I got you something."

The younger boy, after sitting up, reached out his arm and grabbed for it. "What made you do this?"

"I thought you would need a little something to put a smile on your face. Go on; open it."

Hesitantly, Ryoma peered into the bag. Placing his hand into it, he pulled out a purple can of soda. Putting it on the side-table, he mumbled, "Thanks."

"You don't like it?"

"I do," he avoided looking up at the tall boy. "What am I doing at the hospital? I remember picking up my phone...but...the rest is a blur..."

"You passed out. It was decided that you should come here and be looked at," Fuji sat on the edge of the bed. "Echizen, where is your mother?"

"Somewhere."

"Where?"

"I don't know," Ryoma focused his attention towards the needle in his arm. "She just left, and when she did, everything began to crumble." Tears tried to make their way down his cheeks, but he quickly wiped them away before they could. "My dad decided that it was my fault. He said that I was naughty and needed to be punished. It started with things I could handle like him shoving his dirty magazines in my face. Then, on that day after practice...he completely tore into me. If Momo-senpai had only walked home with me and stayed like he said he was going to, things could have been different."

"Why didn't you go to the police when it first happened?" Fuji watched as the boy played with his fingers.

"For the same reason I didn't tell you," he stared into Fuji's eyes. "I didn't want people to know what he did to me. It's embarrassing."

"Embarrassing? Don't you think your safety is a little more important?"

"That's why I decided to come to you. I thought..." Ryoma shook his head. "Nevermind. Do you know when I can leave?"

"I was told that a police officer was going to come and talk to you once you've woken up," he rose to his feet and headed towards the door. "I'll go tell the doctor that you're awake now." Fuji, without looking back, walked out.

Ryoma took the clear tube of the IV in his hand as if he was thinking of ripping it out of his arm. Instead, he released it and fell back in the white bed with the salty tears he tried so hard to hold back dripping down his soft cheeks.

After about ten minutes had past, the door leading to the small, white room that held Ryoma once again clicked open. Right when he head it, he almost jumped up; it was a noise he'd been waiting for. Though, he was disappointed to see a tall man instead of Fuji.

"Echizen Ryoma-kun, I'd like to talk to you about some things," the man walked over to the bedside. "I heard what happened to you, and I want you to know that we're going to do what ever it takes to find you father." When Ryoma didn't reply, he decided to continue on. "There is a small problem though. I was told that you only lived with your dad and that you don't know where your mom is. Is that true?"

Ryoma only nodded his head in response. He showed little interest in the conversation.

"I see. Well, since you have no other relatives around this area, we'll have to put you up with foster family for the time being."

"Fuji-senpai said I could stay with him," Ryoma's words were barely audible.

"What did you say?"

Ryoma quickly got off of the bed. When he tried to run out of the room, he tripped and pulled the needle out of his arm. The sharp pain it sent through his arm made him cringe.

"Ryoma-kun," the man rushed to his side, but right as he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, he was pushed away.

"It's uncomfortable..." he uttered through his tears.

Fuji, along with the female nurse, walked into the room. The girl began to clean up the mess that was made by the fallen IV as Fuji sat himself in front of the quivering boy. The older man had already backed off as if he knew that Fuji was the only one that would be able to touch Ryoma without him jerking away.

"Are you ready to go back to my house?" Fuji whispered into his ear.

Ryoma tilted his head away and placed his hands on the ground. His entire body was quivering, and he couldn't figure out what was going on inside of him anymore. The trauma of being raped by his father was finally settling in his mind. "I want to go."

Fuji stood back up and dragged Ryoma up along side him. He turned to the man that looked at them dumbfound. "Echizen will be staying at my house for the time being. We have school and tennis practice tomorrow, but we'll be sure to stop by the police station afterwards."

The nurse scurried towards them. She gave Fuji a few pieces of paper with a sad smile painted on her face. "These are some things we'd like you to go over with Echizen-san. Please take good care of him, and if he seems to get worse or act strange, make sure to bring him back to the hospital so he can be properly treated."

"I will," he nodded while taking the papers. In the corner of the room, he found the bag Ryoma had packed. Placing it over his shoulder, he went back up to Ryoma and took his wrist. "Lets get going."

Ryoma didn't respond; he only continued to look forward with his glossy, tear-filled eyes. Fuji didn't force him to say anything nor did he try to start any sort of conversation. He just continued to walk out of the hospital and down the road towards his house. He knew that there was nothing at that moment that would snap Ryoma out of his trance. Ryoma was now nothing more than a broken child.

NOTE: Sorry for the delay. I have been sick, and, for some reason, I don't like to write when I'm sick. I'm so behind on all of my updates. I'm glad I finally got something done though. It would have been done sooner, but my laptop kept freezing on me. I had to take all my writing off of it and hook up one of my desktop computers. Luckily I have a second laptop that somewhat works so I still have the internet. I'm actually not even typing on the program I usually use (I use Microsoft Word while on this desktop computer has OpenOffice.). I don't have my shedule ready for anymore updates, so lets go with February 23rd for the next update. Sounds good, right?

Anyways, I was so angry that I was sick on Valentines Day. I was going to write some quick fics for a few of my favorite pairings. I guess I'll just wait for White Day. Though, the game I reserved comes out on that day. Hmm...I'll still get something done though. Yep! I'll do White Day fics!

For those that haven't yet, please vote in the poll on my profile. I want to have a lot of votes before deciding on what I'll write next. Speaking of what I'll write next, this fic here will soon be ending. Okay, I lie! It won't be ending any time soon. I haven't even brought in some major things I want to. I just wanted to say that.

I don't want to ramble too much because I have to get to sleep at some point (It's 5:20 in the morning here as I'm typing this.). I just want to mention that I enjoyed reading every review I received for the last chapter. Thank you so much for all of them. I'm sorry that I got all personal/emotion in my note last chapter. I do take things that happen in my life and things that I've dealt with and use them to help me with all my writing (fic or not). I don't know; I just like getting real personal with my writing in a way.

Enough of that though. Thanks for reading. I hope you'll come back for the next chapter. Please continue to support me~!