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Wolfram's veins ached. Everything did. He could feel the hurt pulsing in the back of his head, stabbing at him and pushing him to his limits. The other Yuuri took his cringing in stride, lounging in the chair where the real Yuuri had been. This Yuuri smirked and winked at him when the hurt grew into a hammering pain rather than the dull throbbing of before.

Wolfram didn't speak.

He knew that if he were to acknowledge this Yuuri's presence verbally, it would only reaffirm to him that this Yuuri existed in the first place.

This was wrong. This bed. This place. This entire situation. It all was wrong.

Wolfram didn't belong here.

Wolfram mourned the loss of the trust that he had once held for Yuuri. Of course, the blond still loved him and he would still take a bullet for him, but a certain hunk of respect that he had assumed Yuuri held for him was now gone.

Maybe he was a masochist?

His self inflicted wound burned in a way that no numbing medicine could heal. It burned as a reminder of his faults and flaws. It reminded him that he was crazy. It reminded him that this was no normal hospital. His four walled room was not a place that he could simply leave at his leisure.

He was trapped. A prisoner.

He spent many hours examining every detail of his cell. The paint caked walls, the wilting flowers, the thick glass windows. He assumed that the windows were bullet proof so as to discourage anymore self harm. Perfect. The door had a single square of glass in the middle that revealed the world outside of his prison. Sometimes, he would catch a glance of someone walking by. He craved company. He needed to be around someone.

Soon, the simple need to be around someone escalated into an acute fear. He needed someone else in the room. The walls were closing in on him, and soon he would feel the bed beginning to sink in on itself. He heard a clock ticking but there was no clock in the room. Tick. Tock. Time moving…everyone leaving him behind. Everyone moving on except for him.

But one person did stay with him…

This Yuuri hadn't left his side since the day he had appeared.

His slender frame began to shake and he tried to look at everything at once. He couldn't afford to allow his eyes to leave any surface for a long period of time. If they did leave it, Wolfram was afraid that it would hurt him. His eyes grew unfocused as paranoia sank in. Where was everyone? Was he the only person left? What if someone tried to kill him while no one was around?

Wolfram was scared.

A nurse entered the room, and suddenly, Wolfram was able to breathe again. Finally…proof that he wasn't the only one left. Proof that he wasn't alone. Proof that no one could harm him. He could only be harmed if he was alone…if he was alone, everything could hurt him…

Hurt.

Suddenly, he was assaulted by images that had forced their way through the barrier of his mind while his defenses were down.

"Wolfie…" a faceless man with ashen hair crooned, his large form closing in on him. "Now that we're alone, we can have some fun…You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Wolfie…Turn around, Wolfie…" the man called. "Let's play a game. It's called leap frog…now turn around and get on your hands and knees…"

"Wolfie…this is how boys play…"

"Wolfie…"

"Wolfram…"

"Wolfra—"

"Wolfram!" A voice shouted, bringing him back to the present. He forced his eyes to focus on whoever was hovering over him. Ms. Julia.

"Wolfram…are you alright? What's wrong?" She enquired softly, her hand gently touching his leg.

Wolfram's pupils dilated and he tried to flinch away from her unwanted touch, but the restraints around his arms refused to cooperate. "Do. Not. Touch me!" He hissed, legs flailing in an attempt to distance himself from her.

"Wolfram?"

"Don't touch me!" Wolfram shrieked, body writhing and shying away from the hands that grabbed his shoulders. "Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch! No, no, no, no!"

"Doria!" Ms. Julia ordered the nurse from before. "Bring me a sedative! We need to calm him!"

"No more!" Wolfram shouted. "Stop touching me!"

"I'm sorry Wolfram," Ms. Julia murmured, going through a mental checklist of symptoms for this particular outburst. "You must be restrained and calm before I can release you."

Wolfram's shrieking gave way to a great burst of tears and choked sobbing. He began to call out for Yuuri, pleading for him to be there with him. "Yuuri…Yuuri! Come back, Yuuri! Please don't leave me here!"

Ms. Julia was stern. "Yuuri is not here, Wolfram. You have to rely on yourself, now."

"Yuuri!" Wolfram sobbed, tears leaking out against his will. "Damn it!"

The nurse before, Doria, returned with a syringe. Ms. Julia took it out of the neat little case it rested in and ordered Doria to firmly hold Wolfram's arm down. It took only a moment for the needle to break Wolfram's flesh, pouring the sedative into his blood stream. Mrs. Julia extracted the needle very quickly and began to rub that spot of flesh in circles, urging the medicine to kick in quickly.

While they were busy administering the sedative, Wolfram's body was convulsing. The stress of the situation and the emotional conflict made his body begin to shake and his breath come out in quick gasps and groans. Oxygen simply would not enter his lungs no matter how hard he tried to get it to. His throat felt closed off and his head ached.

The sedative began its work quickly. Wolfram's body slumped into the mattress once more, head lolling on the pillows. His mind no longer focused on the memory that had surfaced from behind his barriers. Everything was thick and covered in fog. He could hear Ms. Julia and Doria's voices, they were discussing what had just happened. Wolfram could do little more than to just listen.

"I need you to tell me exactly what happened." Ms. Julia demanded sternly. The sweet and gentle Julia was replaced by the doctor with a mentally unwell patient. She was determined to solve this.

"I-I don't know…I came in to offer him lunch…his eyes glazed over, and he started babbling and begging for someone to stop hurting him. But then, it turned into that fit that you saw…I…I don't know what I did…"

Ms. Julia placed a comforting hand on the nurse's shoulder, gently reassuring her before allowing her to leave.

"You've caused quite the ruckus, Wolfram." She spoke after a moment of silence, seating herself on the edge of his bed. The sedative would keep him docile enough for her to be this close.

Wolfram's eyes tried to focus on her, but he was unable to complete the task. He settled for landing them in her general direction, instead. His mind was muddled and he couldn't think very clearly let alone move his lips enough to force sound to come out of them. He felt like someone had placed shackles on his mind, weighting him down so much that he could do little more than struggle under their weight.

Ms. Julia seemed to understand. She placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair. Wolfram would have flinched away from the touch if he had the strength. The other Yuuri's upper lip curled in disgust at the hand that touched him.

"Sleep now, Wolfram." She spoke lightly, turning towards the door and exiting without another word.

Whether it was because of the gentle voice or the heaviness of the drug, Wolfram allowed himself to slip under.

Waking next time was an interesting experience for Wolfram. Doria had entered the room, just like last time, and she just stood and stared at him, as if expecting him to attempt to leap at her while foaming at the mouth. Wolfram stared right back.

"W-Would you like something to eat?" She asked quietly.

Wolfram shook his head, and then she was gone. She was clearly eager to escape any sort of closed off company with him. He didn't blame her.

"I hate them all." The other Yuuri hissed. He seemed to not have moved from the chair by Wolfram's bedside since he had first situated himself there.

"You and I, both." Wolfram agreed easily. The last attack made him swear off not talking to the other Yuuri.

The other Yuuri stood with a flourish and began to pace back and forth in front of the bed. "Now moving onto another issue," He began "You cannot tell them about me…we'll never escape if you do."

"Escape?" Wolfram echoed. "Ahh, well I suppose that that would make sense. However, I will not be needing your services."

"You think that this is a choice?" The other Yuuri chuckled. "I can help you free yourself from this life…you'd only need something sharp…hell, something blunt will do if you don't mind the pain."

"We could be together, forever." He promised.

Wolfram shook his head frantically and desperately wished for a cigarette to calm himself with. "Yuuri said that I shouldn't listen to you."

"I am Yuuri."

"No, the other one. You're not real." Wolfram told him matter of factly.

"And who is to say I'm not?" He sneered.

"Yuuri. He told me that you're not real because there can't be two of him."

"Oh really?" The other Yuuri chuckled. "Is that so? Well why should you trust him, anyway? He left you here…all alone…I'm the only one who cares, pet."

"But Yuuri cares! I know he does…"

"But then why did he leave you?" The other Yuuri paused. "I'll give you some time to…think…about it."

And then, he was gone. Disappearing until there was nothing and no one left in the room except Wolfram.

Wolfram desperately fought down the feeling of nausea and paranoia that threatened to take over him. His hands started quivering and without his approval, his mouth began to form whimpering noises. He lay there, chained to the bed with restraints, unable to even offer himself physical comfort. He couldn't even wrap his arms around himself.

That used to be Yuuri's job…

And all at once, the hurt was back. The crushing and suffocating hurt. The hurt that Wolfram had tried to forget so desperately.

He felt the memories of hands on places that they shouldn't have been on. The familiar voice calling his name.

"Wolfie…Be a big boy and stop crying…"

Hurt.

Everything hurt.

Wolfram gasped for air and wished for a corner to curl into. Anything to make sure that nothing but wall surrounded him on both sides, leaving nothing unguarded. He was scared. He was terrified.

He was alone.

Why he was alone, he didn't know anymore. All he knew was that he wanted it to stop, wanted the hurt to go away.

His thoughts drifted to Yuuri and he was filled with sadness on top of the hurt. Where was Yuuri? Why was he gone? Wolfram could barely recall a moment in which they had been separated. The bandages on his torso that he had long forgotten about rubbed achingly against raw flesh.

It hurt.

Everything did.

He needed Yuuri. Craved him. Like a drug.

But Yuuri had made his choice. Yuuri chose to keep him here and Wolfram had nothing left to do other than follow his orders.

If only Yuuri's orders didn't leave the tang of loneliness in their wake.