There was a long silence between us…
"You're back." I stated.
"Of course I was." He nearly growled. It was quite a awkward position. I was lying on the ground, sweat dripping down, in pain while he stood in front of the door kneeling down to look at me.
"Hide are you stupid? You're in no state to even crawl!" he ranted on.
"hey, I thought you left." I said.
"Why would you think that."
"You left…."I mumbled.
"To get something."
"Would've been nice to know." I muttered under my breath. I knew he heard it but I didn't really care. He sighed in disbelief before bending down. His arm took a strong grip of my shoulders and the back of my knee. In one swift motion, my body left the ground into his strong arms. I felt sick again as I hung on to him for dear life. I was too tired to protest and let him carry me back to the bed, feeling like some baby.
He carefully placed me down trying not to touch any of my wounds as I stared at him. He changed a lot. His hair was slightly longer, and…well, much more lightly colored. I looked at the dark colored eyes of his, they were his, but at the same time, it looked as if it was in a different place.
"Hide, try not to move." He said as he grabbed a fresh bandage and began to wrap it around my forehead along with the hurt eye. I flinched at the weird contact and waited for it to be over.
"So. how'd I get here?"
"I brought you here."
"You know what I mean." I attempted to look at him hoping I was staring the right way. He sighed.
"After the battle, you fell unconscious at Anteiku and I brought you here, and you're probably wondering where the wounds came from, frankly speaking, Hide I actually don't know, my memory was also a little fuzzy, you bringing me to Anteiku, you fainting, then… you getting hurt." His voice softened.
"Well, at least I'm alive." I chuckled trying to lighten the mood.
"Right." There was an awkward silence between us.
"Let me see the wounds." He said softly as he lifted my arm up. He pulled up my shirt slowly and I realized I was changed into new ones; I could feel the fabric sticking against my skin as it was pulled off slowly.
"Tch." I winced as he pulled it off. There was a small moment of silence as he inspected my wounds.
"How bad am I?" I asked laughing. Silence.
"Pretty bad, try not to move, I'll go get you something to eat." He said slowly walking away.
"Neki what's wrong?" I asked. Did I do anything wrong?
"N-nothing, I'll go get you something." He stammered and closed the door behind me.
What happened? Did I anger him? I began to panic, I can't loose him again.
Kaneki leaned against the wall taking slow breathes, trying to calm himself. He almost lost control again. Damn it.
He opened the door to see Hide up against the wall fidgeting with his hand.
"Kaneki! Thank god I thought you got pissed at me again or something." He sighed. Kaneki didn't speak for a while.
"What happened? Is it something I said? My wounds, are they really ugly?" He babbled trying to apologize. Was his wounds really triggering or something? Realizations suddenly hit him, his wounds, the blood!
"Oh, Ken, I'm so sorry, I almost forgot." He mumbled grabbing the blanket and covering himself.
"It doesn't change much." He said, sighing. He walked to Hide and stiffened again as he smelled the broken flesh. It felt almost disgusting to want to taste his best friend.
"Sorry." His voice faltered.
"Why are you apologizing? It can't change anything can it?" Kaneki laughed.
It can't change anything, it's already done.
AN: I'm really sorry for the slow update, I seem to be getting writer's blocks much more often, ummmmm, so this is a Hidekane fic but I think this is more focused on Kaneki's point of view and like yea…..(Ignore me)