The sun had set and the car was dark inside. Yuki sat in the backseat, listening to his breath. The other three were still inside, getting their stuff together. Yuki wished absently that he had been the one to help Haru off the beach, maybe that way he would be sitting beside him now. Yuki drummed his fingers anxiously and checked the time on his phone. 7:30.

Yuki had just started to search the procedures for a broken arm when Kate opened the door in front of him.

"Yuki, be a dear and open up the door for Haru."

"O-oh! Yeah!"

Yuki slid his phone shut and scooted over, unlocking and opening the door for Urara to ease Haru in from. Haru looked pale, but he smiled faintly at Yuki from across the seat. Yuki wrinkled his eyebrows.

"How are you?"

Haru turned stiffly, cradling his injured arm with his right hand. Kate had taken Haru's jacket off and bandaged an ice pack to his forearm.

"I'm okay, Yuki. I-It hurts a lot" he swallowed, "but Kate said that when she was in the hospital everyone was nice to her. And she said we can get ice cream when I come home."

Kate hummed happily from the front seat, piloting the car out onto the street.

"There's nothing scary about hospitals. They're full of people who want nothing more than to make you feel all better. It's just a little ways into town, though. We shouldn't be too long, just make sure to stay still, Haru. Make sure he's comfy, Yuki." She gave Yuki a smile.

Yuki turned to the other boy with a concerned look. Haru was still incredibly pale in the face, even for his already milky complexion. He was staring at the back of Urara's seat, his gaze unfocused. The sides of his face were streaked with nearly dried tears.

"…my head," Haru mumbled, Yuki only catching the tail end of what he'd said.

"What was that?" Yuki asked quietly, leaned over to Haru.

"Haru's head hurts. I feel sleepy and my head feels like it has a heart beating in it. Yuki," he muttered quietly. There was a soft whine in his voice, but it was tired, there was no playfulness to it. Yuki reached a hand out, but let it hang in the air. He didn't know what to do. He'd saved Haru's life before. He remembered how it had felt to almost see Haru lose himself to Urara's hoard. Maybe this situation wasn't nearly as serious, but Yuki felt even more lost. He couldn't save Haru, not from pain.
After a moment of silence between the two, Haru slowly shifted into Yuki's space and laid his head on his lap. He closed his eyes and sighed quietly.

Haru was always one to get close to people, to get in their personal space. Yuki had been bothered to no end in the past by this, but now, he gladly let Haru use him as a pillow.

"What can I do to make it feel better?" Yuki asked quietly, not wanted the others to hear for reasons unknown to even him.

Haru stayed silent, but after a moment he grabbed Yuki's hand lightly and set it on top of his head. Yuki gave a small smile and let his hand sink into Haru's soft hair. He moved his hand gently, sifting through the strands. He caught Urara's curious stare from the front seat. When Yuki looked up, the taller boy quickly turned back around.

Yuki gave off a small blush. He knew he should be embarrassed. Heck, he was embarrassed. But there was something stronger than his embarrassing keeping his hand moving through Haru's hair. Haru's weight on his legs was so human, and Yuki realized that he hadn't ever taken this much notice to things like that. Natsuki and Akira were two of the best friends he had ever had, but he couldn't ever do something like this with them. Haru was just different.

Yuki stared out the window, trying to hide his deepened blush. He was thinking about how special Haru truly was, and the thought was all-together too private to accidentally let Urara or Kate see.